Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

"Somewhere between sixteen and thirteen years ago." Qingpao smoothed his words attentively, and suddenly looked back at Yin Luo, "When your father was still alive, he was the one who presided over the reform of the academic system. You Don’t you know? The academic reform was called ‘Ten Thousands of Families Together in the Dynasty’ in historical records. It was a hope that common people rarely had since the founding of the Liang Dynasty. If the reform is successful, even poor families will be able to produce noble sons.”

Yin Luo narrowed his eyes and didn't know how to answer. Kong'er was thinking about it when he saw someone walking out of the dilapidated hall of the courtyard.

"That is?"

The two of them followed her line of sight and saw a man dressed as a teacher walking down three steps with his hands behind his back. His back was as straight as a pine and cypress, or like a green bamboo in the clouds.

He is of medium build, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He is wearing a dark green heavy-weight coarse cloth shirt with many dark blue patches on the cuffs and waist. There are also some obvious floating lines at the bottom of the clothes. It should be that the clothes have been worn for too long. Caused by wear and tear.

The strange thing is that every time he steps down the steps, his right hand will naturally drop to his body and lift the hem of his clothes, like an official going down to court.

Yin Luo caught this detail and subconsciously held his breath. She had seen such movements and postures on Mei Chengting more than once. It is said that there are hundreds of steps in front of the Yizheng Hall. When Daliang officials pass there when they go to court, they always lift up the hem of their clothes to prevent them from stepping on their court clothes and falling.

Is this a teacher who has served as an official? To be able to enter the political affairs hall, you have to be at level six or above, right?
When he raised his head, Yin Luo froze.

He was born with fair skin, and had a pair of pink-phoenix eyes that were more standard than Yin Luo's. His eyes were slightly reddish, which looked like an actor's makeup. His nose was high and straight, and it even looked like it was delicately carved with a knife.

"No? Sister, he looks to be in his thirties, right? Why doesn't he have a beard?" The young man touched his chin, and there was a rough touch on his fingertips, which made him smack his lips in excitement.

Qingpao also frowned. The teacher in front of him had an air of being an official, and his flowing movements must have sunk into his bones. Just like Yin Luo Na's palace rituals, it is difficult to change the details of a habit developed over many years even if it is not necessary.

Suddenly, he and Yin Luo thought of the same problem. Daliang had many rules for discussing politics, and officials who were not of the sixth rank or above were not allowed to enter the political hall. Therefore, it was almost certain that this person had been above the sixth rank official.

How could it be possible to come to Ningcheng and become a teacher? Did it violate the imperial power? Or aroused holy wrath? Or maybe you feel that the salary is too little and you don’t want to be an official?
No, no matter how small his salary is, it’s still better than what he’s living now, right? Look at his clothes, there are a total of thirteen patches.

Yin Luo swallowed, "He... is a woman."

"Ah?" Yu Ruyi was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide. The young man kicked his legs uncontrollably, accidentally knocking down half of the gray tiles under him. He saw the gray tiles falling rapidly, and they were about to fall to the ground with a loud sound——

Yin Luo grabbed him by the back of his collar with quick eyes and hands, gathered his strength and dragged him back to the wall outside the courtyard. The young man in white almost fell to the ground when he landed, and he pulled her arm to steady himself.

At this moment, half a gray tile fell to the ground, and a crisp sound echoed in the silent Fengfei Academy.

The teacher seemed as if he hadn't heard anything. Her eyes were still wandering over the students who were writing silently with their heads down, not paying attention to the strange noise.

Several active students met their gazes and turned to look at the source of the sound, but they were stopped by her: "The paper is quiet."

Qingpao, who was standing under the wall, suddenly heard this sentence again. He raised his eyes and met Yin Luo's eyes in mid-air. The two of them had complicated expressions.

"What is Juan Lun Zai Jing?" Yu Ruyi came back to her senses with an anxious look on her face: "She doesn't always know that we are peeking, does she?"
"Who knows?" Yin Luo crossed his chest and walked slowly, feeling that he had seen another mystery.

"Is she really a famous woman?" Yu Ruyi came to her side.

"Otherwise? Haven't you seen that although she is of average height, her bones are very petite? She stands out among that group of students. Moreover, she has no beard, her eyebrows are sharp but not domineering, and she does not have the appearance of a man." Yin Luo stopped. Qingpao responded calmly: "That's right. It seems that our trip was not in vain. In a small waiting for spring alley, there is actually an official of the sixth rank and above in the Daliang court more than ten years ago. There is also a set-up We set up a school and enrolled dozens of students. The poems we heard when we first arrived have no profound meaning now. But lying on the wall, you can't see anything deep. "

Yin Luo looked at him and raised a malicious smile: "What are you doing? You want to break into a house late at night?"

Yu Ruyi jumped for joy: "Take me one!"

Yin Luo frowned, "Get out of here."

Qingpao laughed and blinked twice mysteriously, "I can't break into a private house, but I can..."

"What can I do?" Yu Ruyi was full of expectation.

"Enrollment." Chi Linjing smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and the eyelashes on the ends of the eyes gathered together, pulling down the rouge-like shadow, so that she looked more like a cunning fox, "Give it to me Get some old clothes, and I will come tomorrow to apply for study."

"Are you mentally ill?" Yin Luo looked strange, "Didn't you see that those sitting inside are about the same age as Yu Ruyi?"

Qingpao remained calm, "What's wrong? You think I'm old?"

Yin Luo was angry and said, "It's so embarrassing for you not to say anything about it in the future. It's embarrassing."

Qingpao was unmoved, as if refusing to accept her verbal attack, "That's it," he turned to look at Yu Ruyi: "An old dress only costs a few dollars, can it be done?"

"That's natural." Yu Ruyi raised her eyebrows and patted her chest, then asked with a shameless smile: "Then can you lend me your flower-embroidered dragon robe for two days?"

Qingpao pretended not to hear and moved forward.

"Yin Luo, look at him!" Yu Ruyi was so angry that she stamped her feet on the spot, secretly cursing Chi Linjing for being such a stingy person.

The girl in red stood there, watching the green robe and white robe go away one after another. Then she turned her head again and looked back at the magnolia that was still lush and green.

According to Chi Linjing, Yin Jielin presided over the reform of the imperial examination system in Daliang during his lifetime, and the man in the courtyard looked like an official and talked about some papers.

Then can she make a bold guess that the person in the courtyard is most likely a colleague who participated in the reform of the imperial examination with Yin Jielin?
It is definitely not a coincidence that the names of Peking Hall and Peking Class are the same. Where in the world can there be such a coincidence? They followed the "Bao Tou Er Ding" and found traces of the imperial examination system that had not been successfully reformed thirteen years ago in Ningcheng and other spring alleys?
Although this trip did not find any absolutely direct evidence, Yin Luo was already convinced in his heart that there was a close connection between the Peking Opera Troupe in Ningcheng and the Peking Opera Troupe in Pingdu that sang the weird opera "Yin Xiang Lu". Inextricably linked.

A strong premonition hit her heart, like a stone hitting soft flesh, and her chest felt like it was shaking.

Her intuition told her that the female gentleman standing in the courtyard teaching must know something about the old case that happened thirteen years ago.

Perhaps, there is only a wall between her and the truth she has been searching for for so long. (End of chapter)