An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

When the Gao family's carriage reached the city, dark clouds had already gathered in the sky. When it arrived in front of the Gao mansion, the late spring rain was like a curtain, blocking the view of the people in the carriage.

Cheng and Ya were still wiping her skirt. The groom came in first in the rain and brought two umbrellas. She waved her hand to stop them from doing that. "Go back and change into a new set. You need to change your robe anyway."

After saying that, he got off the car and met Gao Heng who had just returned.

The man rode a red-brown horse alone, wearing a complete set of straw raincoat and hat. Sang Ling looked down a little and saw that he didn't have a medicine box on his waist, so he knew he was not out to see a doctor.

"Where did my cousin come back from?"

A clear and crisp voice came from his daughter. Gao Heng dismounted and smiled at her, "Uncle's place."

When the young master returned, two servants immediately gathered at the door, led the precious horse back to the stable, and took the trivial items from his hands.

The brother and sister walked into the mansion while talking. Gao Heng took off his bamboo hat on the eaves and said, "My uncle mentioned it again today and asked how your studies were going. I didn't know how to answer for a moment because I was only concerned about your health."

Why does this sound strange? Sang Ling frowned slightly and replied, "The teacher has been lecturing on the scriptures this month, and he also talked about Zuo Zhuan in the first half of the month."

"So how did you hear that?"

"I'm still learning to read." She lowered her brows and spoke softly, "I can only understand a little bit, but I can't use it by myself."

Gao Heng's smile deepened when he heard this. "That's great. You've only been listening for a short time, and you understand a little bit, which is better than many people." At this point, he noticed Sang Ling's skirt, "What's wrong?"

My cousin frowned, his expression suddenly serious. If my cousin wasn't a little chubby, it would be difficult to see her legs when I lowered my eyes, and I wouldn't have noticed it until now.

"Ah..." Sang Ling lowered her head and lifted the hem of her skirt, "I wasn't paying attention when I was writing, and the inkstone fell off."

After that, she said nothing more. Fortunately, Gao Heng did not ask any more questions, so she smiled and said, "It's my fault. I didn't put the things on the table in order. I'll go change my clothes first."

When she came back after changing into clean clothes, Gao Heng was still in the painting hall, but Sang Feng'e had not returned yet. Wei Ai said that she had gone to the Donghou Mansion to talk to the Donghou's wife. So she found a felt mat to sit down, asked Wei Ai a few more questions, and waited for her aunt to come back for dinner.

Gao Heng didn't sit down either. He put some incense in the Boshan burner beside him and walked to the corridor to enjoy the rain.

The man was tall and slender, really eye-catching. Sang Ling unconsciously cast his eyes over to him - unlike the dressing style of the literati in the imperial court, his cousin usually wore light-colored clothes. In weather like today, even with a straw raincoat and leather shoes, an ordinary person would inevitably be covered in mud, but there was not a single stain on his robe.

I couldn't help but think: Doctors are always clean, it has always been like this.

"Has Xuanwen not been in school these days?" The person in the corridor suddenly looked back.

Gao Heng's pupils were like a pair of obsidian, and they were full of scrutiny. Sang Ling was stunned for a moment before replying, "Yes, I didn't see him."

"So how was your school today? Did you encounter any trouble-making students?"

It seems that her cousin really knows the situation of the Zhi family. When he heard that Nie Ce did not go to school, he immediately wondered whether she would be bullied at school.

He also had a good understanding of the habits of the children from the aristocratic families in Beijing.

"It's okay, just like usual." Then she smiled and looked away.

Steam rose from the hot water in the cup, and the smile on the daughter's face disappeared silently.

"That's good." Gao Heng didn't kneel opposite her, so naturally he couldn't see her expression at the moment. After a while, he started talking about her illness again.

"Have you had any acne these days?"

The sound of rain gradually died down in the corridor. Sang Ling raised his head and replied, "It's not gone, but the red marks are still there, especially after washing my face."

This is a sign of damage to the skin's stratum corneum. She herself knows that after recovering to this point, medication is only a temporary solution. If she wants to be completely healthy, she has to rely on nursing her body slowly.

Gao Heng was of course aware of this, and nodded, "Hmm," before continuing to advise, "Pay attention to your diet, and eat less spicy and greasy food. You still need to strengthen your spleen and replenish your Qi. I'll give you a few more doses of skin-nourishing medicine in two days."

"Okay." After saying that, the person in front of him turned his gaze back to the rain. Sang Ling also looked up and suddenly felt much calmer.

*

In the next few days, she would sit in the front seat when she went to school.

Without direct contact, she was less likely to notice the men's deliberate ridicule. In addition, she never took the initiative to respond. Over time, Cao Xin rarely bothered her.

The school was closed every ten days, and in the blink of an eye it was the end of the month. There were many fewer students in the school on the first day. The teacher was sick for those two days, so the students were led by Zhi family disciples. On the afternoon of the last day, the disciples didn't care anymore and just studied on their own, which was equivalent to self-study. When they came back from Qingshan Temple at noon, there were even fewer people left in the school.

Even Dai Chengjun had gone back, and the only female students left in the front row were Ban Le and Sang Ling. There were only two boys in the back row. One was a fat boy who rarely spoke, and Sang Ling still didn't know his name; the other was a well-known academic master in the school, named Xun Jin. During the teacher's lectures, he would mostly ask questions to him.

However, this man seemed to be aloof and arrogant. He always kept to himself, whether in school or at Qingshan Temple for meals. Sang Ling didn't quite understand his identity.

At the beginning of the Shen period, Ban Le had all left - the Gao family's carriage always came to pick them up at a certain time, so she did not get up. When she finished writing the last word, she saw that the student sitting in the main seat had also disappeared. The sunlight in front of the window was orange-yellow, and the study was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

He couldn't help but look around and saw that the little fat boy was still there, sleeping soundly on the bamboo, with his saliva flowing onto the desk.

This scene was quite humorous, Sang Ling thought, now there were only two fat kids left in the study. She tapped the table with a brush, wanting to wake him up - otherwise he would catch a cold when the sun went down and the dew started to fall.

The little fat boy was not awakened, and even a faint snoring sound could be heard, indicating that he was still sleeping soundly.

Sang Ling simply coughed twice more.

Still not awake.

"Hey." She couldn't help but say.

"I'm watching her, I'm watching her!" Xiaopang looked up suddenly, not knowing who he was talking to. After he regained his consciousness, he scratched the back of his head in panic.

Sang Ling thought he was still in a dream and couldn't help laughing, "School is over, let's go home."