Crown Jewels

Chapter 151 Preparations

When the end of the line was completely out of the South City Gate, Gu Baozhu casually picked up a coral bracelet from the stall.

Just as she was about to take out the money from her purse, one hand handed it over first.

"Ma'am, we want this coral bracelet—"

The things in the shops facing the street, especially bracelets and pearl chains, are actually not very expensive.

At best, it just looks more novel and refined.

But the ordinary people in the market rely on these things to make a living. Seeing the broken silver on the ground of the boy, the aunt immediately smiled.

Gu Baozhu, who was about to pay the money, was caught first, and looked at Song Yan beside him with drooping eyelids, and seriously stuffed the copper coins he had found into his purse, the two looked at each other, and walked towards the alley tacitly.

There was no one around, Gu Baozhu approached Song Yan nervously.

"How can you be sure—"

"When the grandson's family buried their father, they would definitely bury him on Xiangji Mountain. What about the burial place that 'that man' once said?"

The person Gu Baozhu mentioned was naturally the false Prince Gong who was in the corridor back then.

Sensing Gu Baozhu's doubts, Song Yan curled up his lips, raised his eyelids to reveal Qi Ruohanxing's eyes, his expression was full of determination.

"The princess don't need to worry too much! This is not a question of whether Song Yan can be sure."

"It's the good and bad hexagrams of the fortune teller on South Street, which was calculated with all the effort."

"This has nothing to do with you and me."

After Song Yan finished speaking, he turned his head and saw the daze in Gu Baozhu's eyes, as if he was thinking about his words.

Thinking it was funny, Song Yan squeezed the bracelet, carefully caressing the touch of the coral on it, and explained as he walked.

"You should have heard it just now. The old father of the shopkeeper Sun's family used to love worshiping Buddha."

"The old man's lifelong wish is to be in the same dust as the Buddha, but Mr. Sun's family is not rich, and a decent funeral has already cost a little money."

These words seemed to remind Gu Baozhu, and the woman's eyes showed a bit of surprise.

Reminiscent of the fortune teller Song Yan said, Gu Baozhu seemed to understand Song Yan a little bit.

"so--"

"Purchaser Sun has no money, so it is impossible for him to choose a site for the old father near a temple with a lot of incense."

"The Xiangji Mountain, which is now in decline, can just meet these conditions."

"As for why, it was the fortune teller who happened to be buried in the fake burial site that 'Prince Gong' mentioned?"

Following this train of thought, Gu Baozhu unexpectedly guessed Song Yan's thoughts to a whole lot.

It is precisely because of this that the more Gu Baozhu understands Song Yan's meticulous thoughts and plans, the more optimism and expectations she has for her promise to Song Yan.

As if to praise, Song Yan handed the coral bracelet in front of her, with a smile in his eyes.

Looking at the young man's thin and slender fingers, he was holding the delicate red bracelet so lightly.

It was the coral bracelet in the shop on Cai Street just now, Song Yan took out the silver and was handed to her by the aunt.

Gu Baozhu was stunned for a moment, thinking of the unhappiness between the two of them, she glanced at Song Yan tentatively, and saw his very casual appearance.

The woman pursed her lips and imitated the appearance of a young man. She seemed to take the coral bracelet into her hand casually, and greeted Song Yan on the opposite side with a polite greeting.

"Thank you! Didn't you say that you want to eat some of the pastries I gave you?"

"I randomly put a few dishes in the food box, and you can eat it whenever you want in the house."

Hearing the word "pastry", Song Yan raised his eyebrows and looked a little dark, and looked back very seriously under Gu Baozhu's surprised gaze.

"Of course... I'll eat pastries when I get back!"

"Ok?"

Song Yan smiled at Gu Baozhu and explained casually. "In this way, you will have the strength to do your homework well tonight."

Gu Baozhu suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and hummed lightly.

Why did she feel that Song Yan emphasized the word "pastry" so much!Among them, is there any origin?
But when Gu Baozhu looked up at Song Yan suspiciously again, the boy drooped his eyelids again, unable to see the expression clearly.

In the time it takes to talk, the two have already entered a spacious house.

Song Yan looked around, the inside was spacious and clean, the outside looked unobtrusive among the neighbors, but it was a very secluded house.

Seeing Song Yan nodding his head in acquiescence, Gu Baozhu secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Because she didn't want to reveal her identity, she entrusted this matter to Sangsang. Sangsang asked his cousin to come forward to buy this house in this unremarkable street in the southern suburbs.

When the incident happened, even if "Prince Gong" was found missing from the coffin and wanted to investigate, nothing would be revealed.

After the two entered Zhuangzi, there were already people waiting inside.

Song Yan looked at Ding Wen, Ding Wu, Ding Tao and Ding Lue who had come from the Song Mansion in advance, and took the lead to pat the boss Ding Wen on the shoulder.

"How are you getting ready?"

Wen Tao, Wu Lue and the other four were all old people who had been around Song Yan since he was a child.

When Song Yan was learning martial arts with his master, these four people followed him, so they all had some kung fu in their hands.

They also plan to join the army with Song Yan in the future, because Song Yan has all the contracts of selling their lives, so they are naturally trustworthy people.

Ding Wen was the eldest of the four, with a stronger body and a more flexible mind to think about things more comprehensively.

"Don't worry, young master, the cart and straw are already on the house."

Song Yan followed Ding Wen's line of sight, and sure enough there was a wooden cart full of firewood on the open space of the house.

The cart is not too small, and the upper layer is paved with dry straw.

Song Yan nodded in satisfaction, and then signaled to Gu Baozhu beside her, telling her not to worry.

Just at this time, a man's old voice came from the house, which sounded very familiar.

"Girl! I brought my eldest brother here according to your wishes. You can rest assured that you can hand over the work to him. Don't worry about the rest!"

Song Yan turned his head in amazement, and saw a man in commoner clothes coming out of the wing room, looking quite restless.

"Who is he?"

"Who is he?"

The two spoke in unison, one with a youthful clarity, and the other with a calm and suspicious voice.

Qian Yan strode forward, pointed at Song Yan, and turned to look at Gu Baozhu.

Song Yan's eyes fell on Qian Yan's hand. The nails were neatly trimmed and the skin on the fingertips was a bit rough, but he could feel the strength of that hand. The image of a scruffy beard is quite inconsistent.

Facing the gazes of Song Yan and Qian Yan, Gu Baozhu's scalp felt a little numb for no reason.

Jian Jian greeted Qian Yan, the imperial physician, and Qian Wuzuo behind Qian Yan.

Only then did Gu Baozhu pull Yanyan in front of him, and introduce to the two of them.

"His name is Song Yan, he is my classmate of Huangu Academy—"

"What happened tonight was for him to help me."

After Gu Baozhu said this, Qian Yan looked at Song Yan in amazement, and kept sizing up the two of them with vigilant and suspicious eyes.

Song Yan looked very calm against Qian Yan's thieves-like gaze.

On the contrary, it was Gu Baozhu, although he was calm and composed on the surface, but he always felt a little weird in his heart.

Aware of his abnormality, Gu Baozhu simply ignored Qian Yan, and turned his head to look at Qian Wuzuo.

Qian Wuzuo is Qian Yan's elder brother. The two look alike, but you can feel that their personalities are very different by looking at their demeanor.

Qian Wuzuo is more silent, not as eccentric as Qian Yan, but looks more like a normal person.

"Girl, Qian has some professional ethics in this line of work—"

"If you see something and hear something, you will definitely not explain it to outsiders. You just need to rest assured, girl."

Qian Wuzuo spoke with the orderliness of a middle-aged man, and looked at Gu Baozhu very frankly, which made people trust him.

(End of this chapter)