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  Ding Ruo was reading in the imperial bookstore, and for him, classical Chinese characters were not very difficult to understand. Especially since Emperor Taizu had also "invented" punctuation marks to separate sentences, Ding Ruo read through the book once, pondering ways to get rich, and time passed quickly.

  The entire first floor of the Royal Bookstore, only Ding Rou, a girl, stood out among a group of people wearing Confucian robes and reading books. At first, they saw Ding Rou looking for books to read, and she was reading books on folk customs and objects, so they thought Ding Rou was pretending to be cultured, showing off her uniqueness, and would soon give up. Although the Great Qin dynasty frowned upon women reading and writing, most of those who actually read and wrote were young ladies from wealthy families. Ding Rou was dressed in ordinary clothes, but it could be inferred that she came from a well-off family, and knowing a few characters wasn't strange at all. However, the books Ding Rou was reading were too strange, and many readers frequently looked over at her - why wasn't she reading romance novels or something?

  Ding Rou's eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed, it was clear that she had truly understood. The folk customs and things were dry and uninteresting, even a bookworm wouldn't be able to persist in reading them. People who came to read books were all very curious about Ding Rou, who was she?

  The sunlight in the afternoon shines through the glass window, and people come and go on the floor. Some use chopsticks to drink water. Ding Yu sits on a chair, reading a book, ignoring the curious glances of those around her. Her eyebrows are furrowed tighter and tighter. She thought that the Great Qin had only replaced the Ming Dynasty in history because of that couple who traveled through time. However, after carefully studying books on geology and folklore, she realized that she seemed to be outside of Chinese history, as if time and space were not quite right. Ding Yu found some things that were different from what she remembered about history, such as the existence of the Northern and Southern Dynasties but no Five Barbarians, the presence of Emperor Taizong of Tang but no Empress Zhangsun, the presence of Wu Zetian but no Princess Taiping, and some place names that were also different from what she remembered.

  Ding Rou rubbed her eyebrows, where did she come from after all? Ding Rou put down the book and leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath. She no longer cared whether it was real historical time and space or not, as long as she could live well wherever she was. Suddenly remembering something, some of Taizu Emperor's poems were plagiarized and couldn't be used. Ding Rou got up to find the legendary dialogue to take a look, very interested in how Taizu Emperor avoided risks. Baidu search for the latest chapter of Wu Dong Qian Kun.

  Others saw Ding Rou holding a stack of legendary books, nodded in understanding, and finally the little girl returned to normal. It's what they said, she should have read what she was supposed to read earlier. Pretending to be something you're not isn't good. Several honest old scholars had plans to personally educate Ding Rou, telling her to be down-to-earth. If it weren't for the imperial bookshop forbidding speech, they would have gone forward to advise Ding Rou not to pretend anymore and just do what she was supposed to do.

  Ding Rou read the legend of Emperor Taizu, and the more she read, the more she felt amused. The story of how Emperor Taizu rose to power and established the country was written in a way that was both moving and tear-jerking. The two of them were like celestial gods sent down to save humanity, comparable to Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. Each famous battle was described in vivid detail, with grand scenes and majestic language, making Emperor Taizu seem as heroic as the protagonists in epic movies. This kind of rhetorical exaggeration seemed unlike something that ancient people would write, even Sima Qian's "Records of the Grand Historian" is considered a masterpiece among historians, but it wasn't included in the Twenty-Four Histories. So Ding Rou couldn't help but feel that Emperor Taizu was quite romanticized, and she wondered if he had instructed someone to write this legend or wrote it himself, in order to be remembered by later generations.

  Ding Ruo's mood improved as she watched, and Emperor Taizu's love of showing off was a common problem among modern people. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and Ding Ruo heard the gasps around her. Was a big shot coming? Ding Ruo curiously looked over and was completely stunned. Is there such a handsome guy in this world? It's not letting women live, even if Ding Ruo had seen all kinds of beautiful men and handsome guys in modern times, her heart skipped a beat. Looking at the silly expressions around her, Ding Ruo realized that people's pursuit of beauty was the same, and her appreciation for beauty was still up to date with ancient trends.

  A youth in a milky white shirt walked down the stairs, with a jade hairpin holding back his hair. His black and shiny hair looked very soft and smooth. He wore a long robe with wide sleeves that fluttered like a celestial being. His facial features were delicate and deep, yet he didn't give off the feeling of being a woman in disguise. The beautiful youth had bright and clear eyes that seemed untainted by worldly desires. Ding Yu didn't know how to describe him, but she felt that he would become a "calamity" that neither men nor women could resist.

  Ding Rou looked around at the foolish reactions of the people, and thought to herself: "This... this young man hasn't been snatched up by anyone yet?" Ding Rou tapped her forehead with a book scroll, she was no longer pure, clearly remembering that she wasn't a fujoshi (rotten girl) originally. Although the young man appeared slender and weak, he had an unyielding spirit, not someone who would be oppressed. The smile on his lips grew even more radiant, making him look even more handsome and otherworldly.

  Ding Rou unconsciously said: "Exiled Immortal."

  Due to the surrounding silence, everyone was stunned by the shock brought by the young man. Ding Rou's voice was exceptionally clear, and the young man smiled at Ding Rou. Another young man emerged from behind him, "Qi Yu, look at what kind of state the little girl is in? The title of Exiled Immortal, who else can it be?"

  The young man was called Qi Yu, and Ding Rou couldn't help but glare at the teasing person. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes that were quite good-looking, but compared to Qi Yu, he was far inferior. Qi Yu shook his head and said, "We thought the title of Demoted Immortal only belonged to Qing Lian Resident, I am far inferior to him."

  "In the past, there was a mad guest, known as the banished immortal. His brush brought forth wind and rain, his poetry moved ghosts and gods to tears... He sang old songs under the autumn moon, and rose from illness by the riverbank at dusk. Don't be surprised that love is separated by waves, I'll ride a raft and ask for passage."

  Ding Rou watched as Qi Yu walked down the stairs, this poem was originally written by Du Fu for his good friend Li Bai, but in this chaotic time and space, there was no Du Fu, so of course this poem was taken over by Emperor Taizu. Qi Yu sighed at last, "Emperor Taizu understood Qinglian居士, they were kindred spirits."

  Ding Rou's brain was filled with the black lines of the poem, and the smell of wine and meat wafted from the vermilion gate. This famous phrase would not be let go even by the great ancestor emperor. The face of the traverser was quite thick-skinned. Ding Rou saw that although Qi Yu appeared to be gentle, she had a wild and unrestrained personality deep down, which allowed her to recite this poem so wonderfully. Ding Rou opened her mouth, but suppressed the urge to speak, thinking it's better to have one less thing to worry about. Looking at Qi Yu's attire, she seemed to come from a wealthy family. She just treated herself as an infatuated little girl who was crazy about Qi Yu's looks, anyway, Ding Rou also enjoyed watching her.

  After Ziyu and her friends left, the Royal Bookstore was abuzz. "He is the second young master of Xinyang Wangfu?" "Today we finally saw his true self." Not only did he have a handsome appearance, but also outstanding talent, it's just a pity... The sons of noble families rarely enter the imperial court, and Xinyang Wang guards the northern border, so how can his younger brother become an official? What a waste of his great talent!

  "Yes, can only be a wealthy and leisurely person, a renowned scholar."

  Everyone was praising, and Ding Rou also felt sorry for Qi Yu after hearing it. The Xinyang Wangfu itself is a king of different surnames. If Qi Heng, a great Mongolian horseman, came out, and then Qi Yu, who has the talent of a cabinet minister, came out, it would be strange if the emperor didn't mind. Having ambition but not being able to achieve it, having talent but not being able to use it, is a lifelong regret.

  Ding Rou rubbed her belly, thinking she should go buy something to eat. Her body was her capital, and she couldn't treat it carelessly. People in ancient times didn't live long lives, and Ding Rou didn't want to exhaust herself. She put the books back in order, selected a few that interested her, and planned to buy them back. After all, it wasn't easy for Ding Rou to come to the capital this time.

  When settling accounts with Manager Wang, someone rushed in hastily from the entrance, "Wang Cheng, Wang Cheng, your mother has fainted."

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