Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1094 - 648: Jingzhao Ning (Part 2)

It’s her.

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A moment later.

The sole customer by the bookshelf picked one of the ancient books.

"Elder Gu"

He walked over with a graceful elegance, his complexion fair and clean, clearly a descendant of a Noble Clan. In terms of appearance, he was handsome and refined, holding the book box with both hands. He nodded slightly with the book box in hand at Elder Gu, who was balancing the account book, and said, "This ’Sutang Legacy’, I have some uncertainties."

This young master is an expert.

Elder Gu glanced at the ancient book, slightly raised an eyebrow, and began a slow discussion with the young master. Towards the end, Elder Gu smiled slightly, saying, "Speaking of antiquities, I am not skilled in the field of ancient books. If I have misspoken, I hope Young Master Jing will not mind."

"Mr. Gu has great knowledge. I am merely showing off my limited skills before an expert. Unfortunately, neither of us knows the meaning of the last Chapter of this ’Sutang Legacy’. It’s a pity... If only there was someone in the world who could understand this ’Sutang Legacy’..."

Jingzhao Ning expressed great regret, and even his refined and handsome face showed a hint of lamentation. Such refined individuals are generally treated with extra courtesy. Elder Gu maintained a very good attitude, laughing at his words, "Perhaps there are those in the world who understand... it’s just...."

"The gentleman remains unmoved, the mountains are unshaken by the celestial river, and the common people, when fed, find suffering in hunger, while the court relies solely on disorder."

A cool and distant voice, wafting gracefully from one side above.

With a very cold texture and detached tone.

Jingzhao Ning followed Elder Gu’s gaze.

The wooden stairs creaked.

The sound of someone slowly descending the stairs. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

A person came down.

In a robe of deep blue, a diagonally crossed waist belt, adorned with a circlet of silver and white brocade, shrouded in misty tendrils of smoky green waters, flowing like a watercolor painting, stepping on the red wooden stairs with wooden clogs from the Persian Outer Region, tapping rhythmically, isolating the icy glacier.

This entire fragrant red wooden ancient pavilion was emptied by her.

"Is the teacher going out?" Elder Gu, maintaining the best composure, briefly lost focus, took a step forward, brought the cuffs together, and slightly bent over.

"I have an appointment... If there’s any matter, come find me at the Ten Mile Gallery."

"If the guests leave, close early... The weather is nice today, the flowers blooming beautifully, go for a stroll and enjoy the greenery."

Sui Yi extended her hand, her fingers hooked around a brush, and the brush tip pointed at the time card hanging beside, writing ’as soon as possible’ on the column for closing.

Putting down the brush, she nodded slightly at Jingzhao Ning and went out the door.

Everyone’s eyes left the collections or people they were originally focused on, a sparse few customers inelegantly craned their necks to follow her departing steps...

Vaguely seeing the gentle robe tail swaying with her steps...

Jingzhao Ning remained speechless for a long time.

And over at the counter, someone murmured to themselves, "Although I’ve seen Teacher several times, it always feels like the first time."

At first sight, she seemed like a celestial being.

Never again would any other be deemed beautiful.

Soon after, Jingzhao Ning snapped back into reality, seeing two or three customers swiftly grab the collections they had long hesitated over, dropping hefty silver notes, and quickly followed out....

Both men and women.

Only then did Jingzhao Ning understand why, before coming to Sui Tang Square, people had said it was a place one occasionally wanted to enter, and sometimes didn’t wish to leave, but always depended on luck.

He originally thought they referred to the fascinating quality of Sui Tang Square’s antiquities.

Unexpectedly, the exceptional figure was a person.

A woman.

They called her Teacher.

Ten Mile Gallery, a hundred mile Xiaoxiang, ten mile Xiaoxiang, a thousand mile landscape.

Why say so?

Because in Changan there is a place called Ten Mile Gallery, within which lies the Xiang Pavilion, Changan’s most cultural and classic gathering place for the elite.

The royal descendants or noble celebrities enjoy coming here to appreciate and discuss, exchanging in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting...

Thousands of landscapes have never cared about the millions of common people, originating solely from a few individuals, such as those wielding power over the land, like those noble young men destined to inherit power.

They represent the myriad of landscapes.

Of course, the most famous are the delights and songs of the Xiang Pavilion.~

In the distance, Sui Yi saw the approaching Xiang Pavilion.

Because the Xiao Xiang Flag hanging high on the pole was indeed too conspicuous.

Sui Yi paused for a moment, walked to a small stall beside, and hooked a delicate and flamboyant Flintstone hairpin with her finger. The stall owner never imagined that a personage like Sui Yi would look at their stall’s goods and was already dumbfounded.

Until another person appeared beside the customer.

"Lord Jing?"

The stall owner seemed to recognize Jingzhao Ning. The latter gave the woman a slight smile, then turned to Sui Yi, paying a respectful bow, "Jingzhao Ning pays respects to Teacher."

Jingzhao Ning, nicknamed "The Sick Scholar," a guest at Wang Bo’s residence, held a minor official title, and was renowned for his outing poem from a month ago. Despite his small official position, he accomplished practical matters and was not arrogant, earning the people’s favor and often being recognized wherever he went.

It’s just that the common people likely didn’t expect that the handsome, talented, and well-reputed Lord Jing would be so courteous to a woman.

However... this woman indeed deserves the respect and admiration of such a distinguished talent.

Though they could tell that what prevailed was mostly respect.

"Is there something you need?" Sui Yi turned her head to glance at him, then continued picking a hairpin, somewhat nonchalantly.

Having followed this far, Jingzhao Ning didn’t really know if he had something in particular, after thinking for a moment, he said, "I admire Teacher’s knowledge."

This person, despite being scholarly and refined, wasn’t roundabout and spoke directly.

Moreover, he used ’admire’ instead of ’love’, and in his eyes was genuine sincerity, quite different from those previous individuals.

This space and time indeed does not adhere to traditional history, the customs are very open, and the boundaries between genders are not high, while affections are quite natural.

Especially among martial artists.

Recalling some recent tales of strange happenings, Sui Yi slightly furrowed her brows. It is indeed a fascinating world.

Alas... (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)