An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Who among those who studied at Zhijiamen this year didn't know about Sang Ling, the new fat girl? Even if they didn't know, they would have known about her after Cao Wulang's disturbance.

Sang Ling did not respond to this, but his aunt chuckled twice and asked Xun Jin, "Is our A Ling studying hard in there?"

"Yeah." Prince Xun responded, but his tone still seemed indifferent.

Sang Ling didn't know why he said that second sentence. Why not just say that he should listen carefully? There were some unwritten rules in Zhijiamenguan. Although it was a coeducational school, female and male students basically didn't interact with each other. Even when they went to Qingshan Temple for lunch and rest, they went separately.

The correct statement would be to hint to Madam Donghou that the two had never had any contact.

"Ah Jin never pays attention to what's happening outside while in school. This is the first time I hear him talking about that girl." Lady Dong Hou joked, and then smiled at Sang Ling, looking like a matchmaker watching the fun of a match.

This woman was quite direct. The first time she met Sang Ling, she made her intention clear in just two sentences.

But she felt uncomfortable in her heart. Even though she was old enough to see her husband's family in this era, she secretly felt that it was too reckless. She had never been in love, and Yuan Sangling had never been in love. And as for Xun Jin and the Xun family... didn't she just know them? Mrs. Donghou hinted at this, wasn't it a bit too direct?

Yu Guangzhong subconsciously glanced at Sang Feng'e again. In the past, his aunt would go to the Donghou Mansion to talk every few days. Could it be that his aunt had already chosen the Xun family for her?

Xun Jin did not explain to his mother. Sang Ling did not think of responding. If Lady Donghou continued to ask how her son noticed Sang Ling, would she even bring up the bullying incident?

Fortunately, the joking stopped there.

It was almost 9 o'clock in the morning, the sun was high in the sky, and it was getting a little hot outside. Madam Zhaoyu, who was hosting the horse race, was very thoughtful and had arranged for everyone to have sunshades prepared two quarters of an hour earlier. Servants followed the nobles to fan them and served them cool, thirst-quenching sweet fruit water.

Sang Ling drank several cups of water next to Madam Donghou.

Then I finally couldn't hold it in anymore and went to the bathroom.

It is a very embarrassing thing to go to the toilet outside at this time.

Several servants led her to the stream, found an open space behind the reeds, spread a mat, pressed down the ashes, placed the incense burner, and drove away mosquitoes. Finally, Ya Nu brought over a chamber pot and a white cloth.

The hem of her skirt had to be held up by two maids so that she could squat down.

……

"I didn't see what Cao Wulang did to her. I didn't sleep. I really didn't sleep."

Sang Ling was coming back from the stream and heard a familiar voice when passing through a forest.

Isn’t it that Qiu Han?

She immediately dismissed the servants, leaving only Ya Nu behind. Just as she approached a few steps, layers of branches and leaves were suddenly lifted up, the wind blew her hair into disarray, and a tall figure appeared before her.

They are all people I know—

"Why are you here?" Nie Ce frowned slightly and stared at the powder covering her face.

"I—" she asked back carefully, "Why are you here?"

The men at the meeting were racing horses. Wasn't he one of them? Why did he come here? Could he be here to relieve himself?

"I was talking to someone, you were listening, weren't you?"

Sang Ling was stunned for a moment and said, "I didn't hear it clearly, but the voice sounded familiar, so I came to check it out out of curiosity." After saying that, he greeted Qiu Han silently and saw that he was shaking like a sieve.

Is this another bullying? She was about to ask a question, but she choked up - she just glanced at the long sword on the boy's waist.

After all, this guy was a martial artist who had practiced with real swords and guns, and he was different from the delicate students in the school. In the past, when Gao Heng was around or in the school room, it was okay to talk to him, and he didn't seem to be very fierce, but now this outfit is really scary.

After a long pause, he stammered, "You are not bullying him, are you?"

"Why would I bully him?" Nie Ce frowned in confusion, then looked at the person behind him, "Qiu Shaozhou, did I bully you?"

“No, no!” Qiu Han’s round head was almost buried in his chest. “Lord Nie, Lord Nie is questioning me.”

Just like the students being scolded by the instructor during military training. When a cool breeze blew in the forest, Sang Ling could only say "Oh". Although she still didn't believe it in her heart, she didn't dare to ask more questions. Even if it was really a bullying, she couldn't help to uphold justice. She was still a weak body. If Gao Heng was here, it might be easier to say. He and Nie Ce had some friendship, but now there were only these few kids.

I could only purse my lips, know the times and be a wise man, and prepare to leave.

"Don't ask anymore?" Nie Ce said to stop her. This slightly ruffian expression seemed to be no different from Cao Wulang before, except that his face was more handsome. She subconsciously avoided his gaze, "I won't ask anymore, you guys continue."

Nie Ce's eyes were fixed on her retreating feet, and he sneered. "It's not something that can't be said. I just asked him to watch the study room."

At this point, Sang Ling belatedly realized what he had heard and recalled to his mind: Was the "she" in the sentence "I didn't see what Cao Wulang did to her" referring to himself?

Most of it is. After all, Nie Ce has a good relationship with Gao Heng, and his cousin has also told him to take care of him.

"Don't worry, he won't bother you anymore in the future." The person in front of him looked at him again.

The words did not specify who it was, but both of them knew it. Sang Ling's lips moved slightly, and she recalled that during this period of time, Cao Xin and Qian Shao had not bothered her again. In the past, she thought that she had escaped this disaster because she sat far away.

It turns out there is such a knight.

I quickly forced out a smile that I thought was very sincere and said, "Thank you."

This sentence again - Nie Ce choked up. He really didn't tell her all this just to hear her thanks. He couldn't help but explain, "I've made it clear to you. I'm taking care of you because of Brother Aman. Don't think too much."

What are you thinking about? The fat girl under the tree didn't dare to move after hearing this. She turned her eyes and glanced at the sturdy attendant. Both the master and the servant had swords on their waists. She grew up in a harmonious society and had never faced these cold weapons. The longer she stayed with him, the more violent her chest rose and fell.

"I understand." I had to answer stiffly.

"Yeah." Nie Jialang nodded, and seemed to be finally satisfied.