An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Several people were returning to the pasture together, and they happened to be on the same path.

However, Sang Ling did not dare to walk side by side with Nie Ce and his servant, so he led Ya Nu and walked behind, with Qiu Han at the end.

They were silent along the way, and she gradually lost her mind, recalling that day when Gao Heng saw the ink on her skirt when she was leaving school in the rain - in fact, he had guessed it at that time, which was why he asked if Nie Ce was no longer in the gatehouse.

Did he ask Nie Ce what afterwards? That's why Qiu Han started to monitor the situation in the school; Cao Xin and Qian Shao didn't come to cause trouble again; the gossips gradually died down... After leaving the woods, the wind on the field became more unrestrained. The breeze blew up the ornaments on her forehead, and her golden face was bathed in the light. She felt her vision was a little blurry.

When they reached the fence of the pasture, they went their separate ways. Sang Ling went back to the banquet, while Nie Ce and Qiu Han went to the stables. She had even made her way to say goodbye, but the person in front of her turned around and said to her, "You can't stand being bullied."

She knew what he was talking about, and her fear had dissipated a lot, so her tone was relatively calm, "It's not that I can bear it, I just don't want to bother with it."

"What if they become even more aggressive?" Young Marquis Nie frowned.

After he finished speaking, there was silence for a moment. The sound of galloping horses came from afar, overwhelming the restlessness in people's hearts. However, the fat daughter in front of him smiled warmly, and her brown pupils looked particularly clear in the sunlight.

"They are just a bunch of unsettled children."

Her smile was genuine and didn't seem fake.

She was about to graduate from college, and looking at these people in the gatehouse was just like looking at children. Adolescent boys and girls were always emotionally unstable, and if she really cared about it, it would never end. Besides, she would be coming of age next year, and she really didn't want to waste time.

"People's hearts cannot be measured by age." Nie Ce's expression became more solemn.

She didn't know whether he was talking about the incident at the gatehouse or something else, but Sang Ling felt that he was not just talking about this one thing. She seemed to see a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Okay." Then she quickly smiled again, throwing away the serious atmosphere.

*

If you are away for a long time, you will inevitably be questioned when you come back.

"Why did you take so long?" Sang Feng'e spoke first, pushing the lacquered tray of fruits and vegetables on her desk.

This means that you don't have to sit next to the wife of Marquis Dong anymore, just stay in your original seat.

She answered softly, "I met two classmates on the way and chatted with them." After that, she did not forget to bow and apologize to Lady Donghou at the other end - after all, she was a distinguished guest traveling with her aunt, and she valued her very much, so it was impolite for her to leave so abruptly for such a long time.

"Which two classmates?" Mrs. Donghou was leaning over and picked up a piece of melon and put it in her mouth.

The woman had a half-smile on her face, and it was obvious that she was not as happy as before.

The people attending the party today are all from aristocratic families, and they all study at the Zhi family school, so they must be about the same age as Sangling Xunjin. Maybe it's a male student? The Marquis's wife secretly raised the end of her eyebrows.

Sang Ling was about to answer when he saw Xun Jin on the other end suddenly stand up.

"Mother, I want to see the Dawan horses."

It was now the intermission. There were men and women on the grassland, some wearing flowers and riding horses, some walking side by side and chatting. It was late spring, and the sun was shining brightly. The young boys and girls who were accompanying their elders at the table could no longer sit still, and Prince Xun was no exception.

Mrs. Donghou immediately said, "Take Sang Ling with you." Xun Jin hesitated slightly and did not respond immediately. Instead, he looked towards Sang Ling and asked, "Do you want to go with us?"

Perhaps the boy didn't mean it that way, but he had to accept it because of the matchmaking of the two parents. Sang Ling could see that he was a little embarrassed, so he didn't reply for a while.

When the two children looked at each other, Sang Feng'e and Madam Donghou also exchanged glances, both clasping their lips and smiling, and the thoughts of both parents were clear at a glance. Before Sang Ling could speak, Madam Donghou said first, "Go." Sang Feng'e then turned her head and nodded to Sang Ling.

In fact, it didn't matter whether she was willing or not, she had to go in with Xun, so she had to slowly stand up and bow to the two ladies. She was already feeling unhappy - looking at the situation, both sides seemed to want to settle the matter, and if Sang Feng'e made the decision and then talked to Sang Wu, the marriage would surely be successful. After all, in front of Sang Wu, Ma, the mistress, was not as important as the eldest sister.

She suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Fortunately, the wind from Xiaonan Mountain brought a hint of warmth and the fragrance of spring grass, which made people feel a little calmer. She couldn't help but glance at the man she was walking with, and she privately felt that the other party might not think highly of her.

The two of them were silent all the way. When they were close to the stable, Xun Jin spoke up, "Your aunt often comes to my house to talk."

Sang Ling just said "hmm".

"She often mentioned you to my mother," Prince Xun continued, "and also talked about your time in the Taiwei Mansion."

It seems like he is trying to be pitiful - Sang Ling was speechless immediately and could only listen to Xun Jin's continued explanation, "My mother sympathizes with you very much, and she also knows from your aunt that you are a good daughter, so today..." He didn't say anything else, but his meaning was already very clear.

The reason why Lady Donghou was so fond of Sang Ling today was all because of the preparations made by Sang Feng'e before. In addition, Sang Ling did not do anything wrong today, so she was completely attracted to him.

Sang Ling hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, I have roughly guessed some of it."

"We were rude, please don't mind it." This prince of Donghou is actually a top student and can see through everyone's thoughts.

Although Lady Donghou pitied Sang Ling, it was a bit too much to behave like this on their first meeting. Besides, Sang Ling was the legitimate daughter of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, so even if she wanted to discuss marriage, she should have discussed it seriously. Now she was teasing the other party with her own son, which was somewhat disrespectful.

He sees things more clearly than his mother.

But she couldn't express her thoughts, so she could only smile and say that it was nothing. "I think the Marquis's wife must be a straightforward person, and I am grateful that she likes me."

The conversation stopped, and there was some awkwardness between the two. Xun Jin glanced into the distance and said, "I'll take a breath here. If you want to go play with them, you can go. We'll go back together later."

This was meant to drive the guests away, and Sang Ling was just hoping for that.

But before leaving, he glanced behind him. He was next to a stable and the air smelled of horse manure. Did Xun Jin want to get some fresh air here?

This thought only flashed through her mind for a moment, and she left quickly. Her legs were tied up under her curly skirt, and she could only leave quickly with the help of Ya Nu, taking small steps.

After walking a short distance, they felt a gaze coming towards them. They turned around and saw it was Nie Ce, who was still some distance away from them.

The young marquis sat on his horse and watched for a while before turning around and continuing to talk to the people around him.