Crown Jewels

Chapter 18 Teenager's Weakness

Jiang Shan's lowered voice was a little irritable.

Looking at the other side of the empty brick wall, the woman was still practicing riding without noticing.

He stared intently, wanting to find out the culprit.

at this time.

"Qi Zhaichang, why are you here?"

Fu Sinian grabbed Song Yan's arm, not letting him go out impulsively, if he hit the bar, it would be a real knot.

It's not that I'm afraid.

It's just that Jiang Shan is the only son of the Minister of the Ministry of War, and the forces behind him are in Lin'an City, so naturally he should not be underestimated.

Although Fu Sinian's own father worked in the Ministry of Household Affairs, he was no match for the Minister of the Ministry of War.

As for Song Yan, he couldn't bear it even more.

The status of a merchant naturally has to be scruples in the face of an official.

Although they are young and ambitious, but now they have no fame.

When things came to an end, Fu Sinian could only suppress his voice and pretend that Chief Qi Zhai had arrived.

Sure enough, those people were not hard-headed, and they immediately scattered and left when they heard the word Qi Yuan.

If Qi Yuan finds out that they are spying on female students...

And this person is still Nanping princess!

They are afraid that they will be marked with a lack of virtue, and in the future...

Don't even think about becoming an official by virtue of the imperial examination, you will be confused in the officialdom!

Song Yan, who was pressed in the corner by Fu Sinian, looked at Jiang Shan who was fleeing in the opposite direction, and those unsavory words echoed in his mind again.

"This chest, waist, and figure are not as good as Miss Sangsang from Pingkangfang..."

These words are like a curse, which can make his blood flow backwards and arouse a monstrous rage.

After all, he couldn't hold back his young temper.

Song Yan gritted his back molars, pulled out two pieces of gravel, swung his rounded arm, aimed at the bend of Jiang Shan's leg, and smashed it hard.

It took a lot of effort.

Jiang Shan only felt a pain in his calf, and his legs softened under inertia, and he knelt down directly, showing his ugly face.

Jiang Shan, who was clutching his calf, turned his head angrily, and cursed around.

"Who the hell is hiding there? Some kind of old man..."

Before he finished speaking, two more stones hit his back directly, causing him to groan in pain, and he didn't say a word for the rest of the sentence.

When Jiang Shan was limping and looking around the corner, Fu Sinian had already turned the corner with Song Yan and hid directly behind the stable.

No one was found.

Jiang Shan wasn't a vegetarian either, he didn't see Qi Yuan coming at all after waiting, ordered the surrounding scholars to pick up stones on the ground, and smashed them towards the stable.

The overwhelming stones and clods came crashing down, causing the horses in the shed to neigh.

The dust was flying, and the smell of loess in the air was accompanied by even harsher words.

"Son of a shrinking turtle... Give me a kind..."

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was no movement in Jiang Shanjian's stable, but he didn't dare to come over to check.

Several people stalemate for a moment, then left cursing.

After waiting for a while, those people finally left completely.

Fu Sinian exhaled, patted the clods of dirt on his body, wiped off the sweat soaked in mud on his forehead, and then let go of Song Yan.

Even though the two of them hid behind the stables, they looked very embarrassed with sweat mixed with mud at the moment.

Seeing Song Yan's silent and embarrassed appearance, Fu Sinian gritted his teeth, and after a while, he finally said:

"Brother, why...we won't be so useless in the future."

After finishing speaking, Fu Sinian also felt a little discouraged.

Song Yanding looked at him, but couldn't hold back his temper.

He punched the hard brick wall with a fist, and there were bruises on the flesh, and he was depressed for a long time, and finally he lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Um……"

"I know, no more!"

In the future, they will definitely not be like today.

Because they are concerned about each other's identities, they are only the sons of merchants, they are afraid of hurting their parents and family members, and they are afraid to do anything.

They won't.

Because, they will rely on themselves to spell out an official body!
Song Yan's words were very soft, but exceptionally sonorous.

Gradually calming down, Song Yan exhaled foul breath and came to the wall where Jiang Shan and the others were peeping at Gu.

He looked at the fist-sized hole on the brick wall, then glanced at the wet soil in the corner, and after a long silence, he said to Fu Sinian:

"Sinian, go to the stable over there and bring a bucket of water."

Fu Sinian glanced at the hole in the missing brick wall, and already understood what Song Yan was going to do, so he nodded and headed towards the stable.

With the buffer of time, Song Yan's calm face finally eased up.

He leaned directly against the wall and sat in the corner.

After a while, Song Yan seemed to think of something, he pursed his lips and got up suddenly, and climbed up to the wall on the other side.

Song Yan put his arms around his chest and quietly looked at Gu Baozhu's figure on the horseback riding a gallop.

After just watching for a while, Song Yan couldn't help frowning, and a cold hum came from his throat, looking a little mocking.

He is still practicing every day, how powerful can such hard work be.

After watching it for a while, Song Yan felt dull, pulled his lips, jumped off the wall, and went to wait for Fu Sinian.

According to Song Yan's eyesight, Gu Baozhu's riding skill is in his eyes, not to mention brilliant, he might not even be able to pass!
If you want to make a qualitative leap in equestrianism, you must first let go of your mentality.

And Gu Baozhu's problem was that she couldn't completely overcome the fear in her heart, and she didn't even have the guts to let it go immediately.

This situation is like a galloping horse being led by the rein.

It's okay if you walk two laps on flat ground, but if you really want to indulge yourself and experience the joy of unfettered freedom, I'm afraid there is no way.

Shaking his head slightly, Song Yan took the water from Fu Sinian and poured it directly on the soil in the corner.

Afterwards, he rolled up his sleeves and started stirring directly.

After Fu Sinian breathed evenly, he saw Song Yan slumped his head and blocked the hole in the wall with bricks without making a sound.

In addition, the gaps between the brick walls were also tightly sealed by Song Yan with fresh soil.

After doing this, the mud stained on Song Yan's face and hands showed dry and cracked lines after being exposed to the sun, making him look even more embarrassed.

……

at night.

Song Yan suddenly dreamed!

I am in a courtyard, where everything is exquisite and graceful!
What's even more speechless is that the ghost knows why Song Yan suddenly turned into a puppy.

It's still a little milk dog with yellow and white spots and tears! !
Afterwards, I saw a bright-looking woman waving lazily at it with eyes curled up.

In the dream, he turned into Song Yan, who was obviously very unwilling. He wanted to control his limbs in depression, but he couldn't control it at all!
At last.

Watching.

The Dalmatians he turned into, rushed towards the woman with tears in his eyes.

That's fine, he thought he would be able to throw himself full.

But did not expect!

When he was approaching, he hadn't felt the woman's soft and warm embrace before he was pushed away by her cruel hand. Even the back view of leaving showed laziness and disdain.

early the next day.

The two went to the academy along the path, Fu Sinian looked at Song Yan with droopy eyes, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Fu Sinian couldn't hold back his jokes: "Why are you so listless, did you steal someone last night?"

Forced to recall the outrageous and absurd dream of last night, Song Yan's face darkened twice again.

After calming down, Song Yan finally figured it out.

The dream last night should be different from the previous day's dream.

It's kind of like...

Daydreaming? ? ?

Annoyed, he pushed Fu Sinian's approaching face away, Song Yan glanced at his eyes with displeasure, and replied unceremoniously:
"How can you compare to you, who dare to seduce female students behind Zangshu Pavilion in broad daylight?"

(End of this chapter)