Crown Jewels

Chapter 150 Keeping His Promise

Back then, Qingdai "Unyielding" knelt at the gate of Huangu Academy.

When Song Yan satirized everyone explaining for Fu Sinian, everyone felt that Fu Sinian was putting on airs.

It is just a fig leaf to keep this woman in the house out of lust out of courage.

Hearing about this incident at that time, although Shen Lanqing felt that what everyone thought, the so-called Fu Sinian's lust, was not impossible.

But when Fu Sinian explained that he only wanted to help this woman, Shen Lanqing chose to believe him.

Not because of anything else.

It's just that Shen Lanqing understands, and only those who have been in the abyss can truly understand.

How valuable it is for someone to help you when you are in darkness!

Fu Sinian was able to spend a lot of money at that time and chose to do that, in Shen Lanqing's view, it proved more and more that he had a childlike heart.

When Shen Lanqing was a child, she followed her mother to discuss life in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, and watched her mother being bullied by those benefactors as if she was playing tricks.

She had hallucinations when she was young, if there was someone!

If there is someone who is willing to give her mother two hands, her mother will not be able to...

Shen Lanqing closed her eyes, exhaled the turbid air in her chest, and suppressed some troubled thoughts.

Those naive longings in the past have long been ignored by Shen Lanqing today.

Because now she has already understood the truth!

That is, it is better to put those rootless longings on those unnecessary people!Really strengthen yourself.

Only she can let her rely on forever.

However, it is one thing for Shen Lanqing to be able to grow up, but it is another thing to see someone like Fu Sinian with such a pure heart.

Therefore, Shen Lanqing's choice is still willing to trust him.

"Fu Sinian, I believe in you!"

Shen Lanqing's words are firm, not the consolation that she tasted and stopped like before.

This time, she directly expressed her trust in him.

Shen Lanqing's words were like thunder, and Fu Sinian felt as if his chest had stopped beating.

He looked at Shen Lanqing in disbelief. Her trust and affirmation made Fu Sinian feel that his heart, which was originally dead and dry, seemed to be filled with living water suddenly, and it was beating alive amidst the sound of thumping. His lips moved to say something. But excitedly, he stumbled his teeth.

"Lan Qing, I—"

Fu Sinian scratched his head, suddenly felt that he looked a little stupid and at a loss.

But even so, the corners of the boy's upturned lips always maintained a raised arc.

After digesting for a while, Fu Sinian grinned triumphantly.

"Miss Shen, don't worry, I will not betray your trust."

Seeing Fu Sinian's stupid look when he said this, Shen Lanqing's mouth twitched.

But under his influence, the dark eyebrows and eyes also overflowed with a soft broken light, which made her less cold and more rare.

The breeze blows, and the maple leaves rustle on the ground.

Sensing the scorching gaze of the person in front of him, Shen Lanqing turned her head indistinctly, not meeting the young man's gaze.

Sensing the woman's averted gaze, Fu Sinian suppressed the small disappointment in his chest, and quickly adjusted his mood.

The young man suddenly thought of something, and his voice returned to the previous joyful and haunting.

"Miss Shen, there is something else that I forgot to give you these days?"

As Fu Sinian said, he stretched out his hand to touch his sleeve.

Lan Qing turned her head in surprise when she heard the words, and soon saw a delicate-looking bamboo dragonfly in the boy's palm.

The wings of the bamboo dragonfly are flat and smooth. Compared with last time, there are finally two more slanted openings with a knife.

Looking up to meet Fu Sinian's smiling eyes, Shen Lanqing was slightly stunned, and with a sign of recovery, the bamboo dragonfly was forced into her palm.

On the contrary, Fu Sinian stood up decisively and took two steps back from Shen Lanqing, as if he was afraid that she would refuse to return.

"Miss Shen, Mr. Fu will send you here today. Although I will not be in the academy in the future, we will meet again."

Saying that, Fu Sinian grinned and waved at Shen Lanqing with a smile.

In the crisp autumn mountains and forests, the hearty and simple smiles of young people echoed, and they were also reflected in precious memories.

Shen Lanqing held the slender bamboo dragonfly in her hand, and the corners of her lips curled up.

……

Under the Huangu Academy, in the open space in Song Yanzhuangzi.

Gu Baozhu bent his bow and drew the string, and the last arrow in his hand shot into the arrow target with a red heart in front of him.

She rubbed her sore arm, but the corners of her lips curled up, happy for her progress.

During the intermission, Gu Baozhu subconsciously looked at Song Yan at the stone table.

I saw the young man was lowering his eyes, staring at the teacup in his hand a little absent-mindedly, wondering what he was thinking.

Realizing that Song Yan didn't pay attention to her, Gu Baozhu suddenly felt that the center of the circle she had so easily hit was a bit of a waste.

Gu Baozhu walked in, panting slightly, and finally attracted the boy's attention.

Subconsciously, Song Yan raised his eyelids, glanced over lightly, and saw Gu Baozhu, who was wearing a thin blush, was just in front of him.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously looked in the direction of the arrow target, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the arrow hit the center of the circle above.

What is this expression?
Gu Baozhu didn't remember complaining about displeasure in the future, so he was attracted by the sudden serious expression on Song Yan's face.

Under Song Yan's hint, Gu Baozhu took two steps towards him suspiciously.

The boy's voice sounded quickly, low and light.

"Princess, do you still remember what Song promised you—"

Song Yan's hint quickly made Gu Baozhu react.

At the moment, she was too lazy to worry about other things, she looked around and did not see any outsiders, so Gu Baozhu approached him and asked cautiously.

"You're talking about—"

The two looked at each other, and before Gu Baozhu could finish his words, Song Yan nodded to him.

Wiping the thin sweat on her palms with just this underskirt, Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, raised her head and said tentatively for a while.

"Song Yan, how sure are you about that matter?"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Baozhu stared at Song Yan rightly, not letting go of the emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

Song Yan once promised himself that he would not act rashly. He helped him find the place where his father, King Gu Ye, was buried.

More than a month has passed now, Gu Baozhu didn't expect much from Song Yan, but he never thought that he would take the initiative to mention it.

"If the princess tries to cooperate after three days, Song is at least [-]% sure!"

Gu Baozhu was shocked when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on Song Yan, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth of the words.

In his eyes, the young man did not seem to be fake, and nodded to her frankly.

Gu Baozhu licked her dry lips, the Ruqun tightly clenched in her hands was slightly damp with sweat, and the hem of the skirt was already crumpled by her.

After struggling for a while, she finally nodded slightly to the boy.

At noon three days later, on the long street next to Jiepu, a group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety passed by.

The team moved forward all the way, exited the south gate, and then headed for Xiangji Mountain in the southern suburbs.

The inner and outer coffins of eight people were surrounded by people in sackcloth and filial piety, which looked heavy and sad under the unglamorous eyes of autumn.

Everyone glanced casually, but some people they knew whispered.

"Master Wang's, isn't this the filial son and grandson of the shopkeeper's house in the east?"

"That's right, I didn't expect such a filial son, his father would be so unlucky and leave early!"

"You don't know, I live in the same street as his family. On weekdays, the old man likes to pay respects to the Buddha and make incense. Although the salesman Sun is not very rich, he has never disobeyed the old father's wishes."

Master Wang nodded and agreed when he heard the words, "It sounds really filial, no wonder this funeral can be so decent..."

The two old ladies who kept the stalls in the street, looked at the team passing by in front of them, and couldn't help discussing and sighing in their mouths.

Standing in front of the pavement, Gu Baozhu didn't take a second look in that direction, but listened to the discussion between the two with his ears perked up.

(End of this chapter)