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Chapter 145 Oh, I Miss Him

April 14th is Grain Fullness.

The sunshine is particularly good. Ruanruan has been here for more than two months. He is no longer satisfied with just playing in the yard and wants to go out to play every day.

Xia Zheng has to accompany me when I go out to play, otherwise I will lose my pearls.

He forced Xia Zheng to rest for more than an hour every day and took her around the house for fun.

Fortunately, Nanny Chen had already figured it out and told Xia Zheng all the inside stories of the Internal Affairs Office. She just needed to analyze it slowly on her own.

For this reason, she no longer needed to keep an eye on the affairs of the Internal Affairs Office every day like before. She only needed to go there once a day, or Frost Snow would bring back the main basic booklets for her to review, and she would be able to keep control of it.

As for other matters in the mansion, although Tao Yurong asked her to take charge, her people were everywhere and would not listen to her instructions. Moreover, Tao Yurong would not give her another chance at this time. Other things would be done step by step, so she was too lazy to intervene.

It’s a rare opportunity to rest, so why not enjoy it?

Sitting by the Luofeng River, Xia Zheng watched Frost holding Ruanruan standing under the maple tree. The little guy held back his strength and waved his small hands upwards, trying to grab the maple leaves dangling at his fingertips. The smile on Xia Zheng's face never faded.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed into my peripheral vision. I turned around and saw Yang Xun standing far behind the Gongyue Gate, looking at this side.

Xia Zheng cleared her throat to remind Chef Yang, who immediately put down the pastries in her hand, wiped her hands, and went out.

After a while, he walked back quickly, with tears in his eyes, and looked at Xia Zheng, whose lips moved for a long time but he didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" Xia Zheng put down the pomegranate she was knocking out the seeds and sat up straight. Shuangjiang also came over holding Ruanruan.

"I..." Before she could finish her words, tears fell from Chef Yang's eyes. She then bent her knees, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xia Zheng repeatedly.

"Why are you kowtowing? Get up quickly." Xia Zheng hurriedly stood up and went forward to help Chef Yang.

Cook Yang, however, remained motionless, still kowtowing and sobbing, "I thank Surong for your great kindness. I have no way of repaying you. In this life, I will serve you like a slave. No! In the next life, and the next, I will follow you and serve you."

Hearing this, Xia Zheng knew it was good news and breathed a sigh of relief. She took Ruanruan from Shuangjiang's arms and sat back in her seat, saying, "Even if you want to be with me for several lifetimes, please make it clear first, okay? You scared Ruanruan like this."

Cook Yang looked up at the person staring at her with big round eyes, forgetting to play with the soft maple leaf in his hand. She stopped bowing her head, stood up, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and said in a sobbing voice: "This servant was so excited that I really don't know how to thank you."

"It was Zhong Ming who was selected."

Chef Yang nodded rapidly. "The news came in this morning. I thought that kid wasn't going to make it, but he turned out to be the one who made the cut. He's quite impressive, little guy."

As she said this, Chef Yang couldn't help but burst into tears of joy.

"What do you mean you think it's impossible? Who has been burning incense and praying to Buddha every day during this period?" Shuangjiang deliberately teased Chef Yang.

This time, Chef Yang did not retort, but just smiled with her head down.

To enter the officialdom means crossing the social class. How can a mother not hope that her son can have a bright future? Not to mention burning incense and praying to Buddha, she would even kowtow three times and nine times to pray for it.

It was indeed unexpected that Zhong Ming was selected.

Gu Yizi had someone write letters of recommendation to the two younger sons of the Yang family and Zhong Ming. Zhong Ming was the youngest of the three, only nine years old. In terms of academics, Yang San was the best, while Yang Si was weaker, so he was eliminated in the first round of selection at Shenglin Academy. However, he was recommended to enter Qingshan Academy outside the city.

Yang San and Zhong Ming entered the second round. After being evaluated by ten teachers, they went home and waited for notification from the academy.

I originally thought that the one who could get in would be Yang San, but I didn't expect it to be Zhong Ming.

It seems that Shenglin Academy's admission assessment is not just based on academic knowledge, but also on intelligence and emotional intelligence.

Although Xia Zheng had never met Zhong Ming, she knew from Chef Yang's talk that Zhong Ming was a clever and witty person with a sweet mouth who could coax anyone around. Even diners who went to the restaurant for the first time would buy a lot of things after being fooled by him.

In this way, even though you are young, you will not suffer any loss in Shenglin Academy.

If I become an official in the future, I should be able to do well.

"It's all thanks to Su Rong. Otherwise, our family wouldn't be where we are today. Zhong Ming wouldn't even be able to attend Qingshan Academy, let alone Shenglin Academy. I... I really can't repay you enough. In the future, I, no, my entire Yang family, will be completely devoted to Su Rong and won't regret it even if it means sacrificing our lives."

"Didn't Master say long ago that we are inseparable? Only when the Yang family and Zhong Ming are well can Ruanruan and I be well. As long as Zhong Ming studies hard and doesn't let us down, that's all that matters."

Xia Zheng didn't ask for too much. As long as Zhong Ming and the Yang family could gain a foothold and possess certain abilities, she would have enough support behind them.

"Of course! Of course! If that kid doesn't take it seriously, I'll twist his head!"

"You are the one who is willing to do it. Even if you are willing to do it, aren't you afraid that your dead husband will come to find you at night?" Shuangjiang stuck out his tongue and pretended to be a ghost.

"I'm not afraid of that damned devil. It's just right for me to sleep with him. But you, a young lady, are saying these things. Perhaps you're feeling amorous in the spring. Then I'll go call Brother Changfeng over right away."

Shuangjiang was no match for a woman like Chef Yang. She blushed and bit her lip, saying shyly, "You're talking nonsense! I don't have a Chunri! And I have nothing to do with Changfeng!"

"Oh? It's okay. He gave you some money, gave you scar removal cream, and even asked Zhou Shenhua to fall down on flat ground for you, so that he could just break his face and the corner of his mouth?"

"I..." Shuangjiang looked at Xia Zheng anxiously. Seeing Xia Zheng also covering her mouth and laughing, she understood. "Surong, you know this too?"

Xia Zheng suppressed a smile and nodded.

On the day of Frost Descent, when she came back from Fanghuayuan and said she had sprained her ankle, she knew something must have happened. The next day, after Gu Yizi left, she sent someone to investigate the cause and effect.

Just when Changfeng secretly gave her the ointment, she heard Zhou Lin fall two meters away while walking on a flat road in the afternoon, and her face hit the ground, which was exactly the side of her face that Shuangjiang was hit on.

Since someone had taken out his anger on Shuangjiang, and Shuangjiang was deliberately hiding away so as not to worry her, she pretended not to know.

Of course, when she punished Zhou Lin, she also felt a little vent for Shuangjiang.

"Then you are still pretending not to know, I... Ouch!" Shuangjiang felt that he was a clown these days and stamped his feet in shame.

"I'm afraid of disturbing the emotional communication between you and Brother Changfeng." Chef Yang became more and more excited as she teased him.

"What kind of feelings are you talking about? He refused to take the silver back no matter what. The prince hasn't come back these days, and I haven't seen him. What's there to communicate with?"

"Oh, I miss him." Shuangxue, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said.

I don’t know if it was her cold voice or something else that made Ruanruan laugh, but she started to giggle.

Shuangjiang's face turned red, and she had no choice but to ask Xia Zheng for help. "What is it, Surong! Please take care of them!"

But before Xia Zheng could smile and say yes, she saw a figure running towards her quickly from the other side.

It was the maidservant beside Lin Rongrong.