An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Sang Ling went to school peacefully in the gatehouse during the day, but she was still busy at night. After writing a few words, she would run around Hanning Garden for a few laps. The Gao family therefore gave her a set of sportswear - those were the casual clothes that daughters of the previous dynasty wore for riding horses, which was just right for her to stretch her legs and stretch freely in the garden.

One day, she happened to see Gao Heng passing by at the door and greeted her. However, Gao Heng was stunned and asked her why she didn't run in the morning.

She paused to catch her breath, and after a long while she calmed down, she answered, "I have to get on the carriage to the gatehouse at 11:00 a.m. I can't get up any earlier."

Hearing this, Dr. Gao couldn't help but laugh, and told her to remember to wipe the sweat off her body immediately when she returned, "Otherwise, if you get caught in the wind, the cold air will enter your body and you'll catch a cold."

Sang Ling also smiled and ran to the back of the garden.

As February began, the number of students in Zhijiamen School gradually increased.

Two girls were sitting in the empty seats next to Sang Ling. The long-faced girl on the left seemed to be about the same age as Sang Ling, while the round-faced girl on the right was younger.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?" Before the teacher started to lecture, the round-faced girl spoke to her first.

It seems impossible to devote oneself completely to study and put all these social interactions behind.

"My name is Sang Ling, and I'm the daughter of the Grand Marshal Sang." She was very sincere.

"I've heard of you." The long-faced daughter on the left immediately responded.

Sang Ling then turned his head away, smiled slightly, and did not ask any further questions.

When outsiders hear about her, how could they possibly say anything good about her?

"I'm Ban Le, from the Ban family, the chief minister of the Zongzheng." The long-faced girl didn't continue what she had just said. After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to introduce the round-faced girl on Sang Ling's right, "She is Dai Chengjun, from the Dai family of Cao."

Sang Ling turned around and nodded and smiled at Dai Chengjun. Dai Chengjun returned the greeting and looked at Sang Ling again, "Why does your face look like this?"

After all, he was young and might not have heard the rumors about the ugly daughter of the Sang family. Even if he knew, he would be straightforward. Ban Le was older and more experienced in dealing with people. He immediately eased his temper and said, "I think it's just a matter of a while. It will be fine."

After saying that, Zhi Qutongzheng walked into the gate hall, and the noise in the study room became a little quieter - but it only lasted for a short while.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the teacher had started to lecture, Ban Le moved over and couldn't help but whisper to Sang Ling, "I have a maid in my room who is just like you. She had a lot of pimples on her face in the early spring of last year, but her pimples were small, unlike the ones on yours."

Although Sang Ling's face has improved a lot now, there are still a few slightly larger pimples on his cheeks near his ears. Ban Le stared at him and asked, "Do you take medicine on weekdays? My maid got better around the New Year. Why don't I give you the prescription she took and you try it too?"

"What do you want to eat?" Dai Chengjun heard half of the words and couldn't help but move closer.

Sang Ling was attacked from both sides. He just opened his mouth to quickly respond to Ban Le's words, and Dai Chengjun and Ban Le started chatting again.

"You are the only one who always thinks about eating, even medicine."

"I didn't hear you clearly, what medicine are you talking about?"

"Huang Lian, can I send a few kilograms to your house?"

"What is Coptis chinensis?"

"Idiot, you don't even know Coptis chinensis."

These two voices kept lingering around Sang Ling's ears. She could no longer hear what Zhi Qutong said - even though she was sitting in the first row, she still couldn't understand.

He couldn't help but look up at Zhi Qutong who was sitting on the main seat, hoping that he could take care of it, even if it was just a cough. But the old man was obviously still immersed in his lecture, and when he was excited, he closed his eyes and savored it as if he was tasting wine.

She suddenly remembered what Gao Heng said before. No wonder he gave her so many instructions and even introduced Nie Ce to her. Even though she had prepared herself mentally, she didn't expect that this school for rich kids would be so uncontrollable.

The first class of the day was spent with the chatter of Ban Le and Dai Chengjun. Even though she wanted to hear Zhi Qutong's words clearly, she could not stand the intermittent whispers of her two daughters. It was as if there were countless small insects on both sides, not too harsh, but buzzing enough to give her a headache.

When he went to school the next day, he followed the plan - he left a letter for Ban Le and Dai Chengjun on his seat, explaining in a tactful way that he wanted to listen carefully to the lessons, and he also asked them to take a break and have lunch together at Qingshan Temple.

After comforting his new friend, he moved to the back of the school room with peace of mind.

Nie Jialang always came early. As soon as Sang Ling sat down, he came in right after him. He threw the long sword at his waist to the servant, took off his shoes, and walked over while asking, "Why are you sitting here?"

Sang Ling sat down in a new position next to Nie Ce.

The plump girl was tidying up the table and answered in a low voice, "I want to study hard, so I'll sit next to you..." After saying that, she raised her head hesitantly, "Is that okay?"

"What?" Nie Ce curled the corner of his mouth. Although he didn't understand what was said, he still knelt down in his seat.

The servants around him habitually arranged bamboo, writing brush, inkstone and other supplies for him, and began to grind ink skillfully. Sang Ling glanced at him and explained, "I looked around yesterday. In the whole school, your place was the only one that was quiet. No one talked to you."

That's right. Nie Ce's identity is different. Others are all children of noble families, but he has been conferred a title of marquis and has his own fiefdom. Even if others want to flatter him, they have to look at his face first. But this young Marquis Nie doesn't seem to want to make friends here and never pays attention to anyone. What's more, he doesn't come to school every day, but only for more than ten days a month.

As time went by, no one dared to come up and talk to him.

"But all the people sitting on my side are men," Nie Ce said.

Although men and women sit together at the Zhi family's restaurant, everyone has tacitly agreed on the area. Women are not as tall as men, so the first few rows are all women, and the back are all men. Now that the daughter of the Sang family has suddenly moved to the back, doesn't it seem abrupt?

Besides, there was never anyone sitting next to Nie Ce. When people came and saw this scene, they would inevitably spread gossip.

Although Nie Ce himself didn't care about these things, how could the Sang family girl not care? If Gao Aman knew about it, she would inevitably interrogate him. Nie Ce frowned and was about to speak when people came in from the corridor one after another.

In Sang Ling's opinion, it really doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman. The key is to listen carefully and seriously. She doesn't want to waste a whole day listening to the two little daughters chatting like she did yesterday.

"No problem." She continued, acting as if she didn't care.