Crown Jewels

Chapter 3

As she spoke, the old lady spotted the girl at the door, and quickly smiled and waved:
"Hey, my little Leyi is here too, coming to grandma's side soon, I really want to die."

Song Leyi saw that there were only the grandfather who was drinking tea in the room, and her grandmother and brother, her eyes lit up, she put her reserve behind her head, nestled in her grandmother's arms decisively, and raised her jaw towards Song Yan, who was listening to the admonition.

The old lady patted the back of Song Leyi's hand with a smile, and turned her eyes back to Song Yan, with a look of exclamation:
"Your Majesty is so benevolent. The establishment of a women's school this time is indeed a feat of ancient and modern times."

"This year is the first year of female education, there must be many official girls entering the school. Brother Yan must remember that girls are different from you monkeys. Although they are classmates or even classmates, etiquette cannot be ignored."

Then, the old lady's tone was inexplicably meaningful, as if holding back a faint smile.

"certainly--"

The intonation is elongated and seems to be emphasized.

"Today is different from the past. Even if we are classmates, we should not be too pedantic. What do you think?"

The old lady turned her head to the idle old man and asked him the question.

The old man put down the teacup, straightened his back, and stroked his beard pretendingly, with a smile in his eyes.

"What does your grandmother mean? To put it simply, if you see that girl's eye for you, don't act rashly. Come back and tell us two old ones, so that we can prepare a dowry gift for you in advance."

After speaking, he looked at the old lady as if asking for credit, his bright eyes showed some pride.

Song Yan looked at the three people on the stage as if performing a comedy, lowered his eyes a little speechlessly, pursed his mouth and paused for a while, finally found his own rhythm.

"Grandmother is right! There is one more thing my grandson wants to trouble grandma with."

Song Yan agreed indiscriminately, but planned to test in his mind:

"This time returning to the ancient academy, although there was an explicit order not to bring book boys, everything has to be done by yourself, but the house at the foot of the mountain where the grandmother lives alone, the grandson lives alone is really deserted.

You see, why don't you let Chen Wu go over and simply guard the house to gain some popularity? "

Seeing the suspicion in the eyes of the old lady, Song Yan quickly changed his strategy and promised:
"Grandmother, don't worry, grandson, you don't know that bringing Chen Wu is just to strengthen your body, and it will not break the rules of the academy."

"Besides, don't you want your grandson to be stronger?"

Just as Song Yan was observing his words and thinking about whether to say something like how many big fat boys would be born in the future to make the old lady happy, a loud reprimand suddenly came from the door, scaring him to hold back the rest of his words.

"Bullshit!"

"Go to the academy, then go to the academy, what can you do with Chen Wu!"

"The right way is to study hard and get into an official position. Don't just think about wielding knives and guns and enlisting in the army. It's better to prepare for your end earlier than anything else."

When Song Leyi saw her father and stepmother Sun walking in, she quickly got out of her grandmother's arms and stood aside politely and obediently.

The old man of the Song family was born as a merchant. Master Song, Song Qiu, wanted to get rid of his status as a businessman through the imperial examination, so he married the official woman Fu to marry the two surnames.

However, Mr. Song really has no talent in the imperial examination. He has not even had the chance to be a scholar after more than ten years of examination.

On the contrary, he manages his father's property in an orderly manner, and is good at discovering business opportunities.

But the imperial examination is really a heart disease of Mr. Song, so he naturally passed on the mission of honoring his ancestors to Song Yan.

The old lady knew that her children and grandchildren were all axes, she glanced at the sky outside and hurriedly urged:

"Oh, don't delay, I'm late for the academy registration, but I want to leave a bad impression on the head of the mountain."

After finishing speaking, she winked at Song Yan, who had a gloomy expression.

Receiving the grandmother's wink, Song Yan's lips curled slightly.

He knew in his heart that Chen Wu's affairs were probably arranged by his grandmother, so he nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Master Song quickly regained his composure and waved to Song Leyi.

Just before the stepmother Sun waved to the girl, Song Yan quickly pulled Le Yi into his carriage.

Huangu Academy is located in the south of Gyeonggi, a quiet place in the southern suburbs next to mountains and rivers.

It is in response to the words of Mr. Lu Jiuxi, the head of the Academy, that a husband must be quiet when studying, and quietness is to cultivate one's morality by self-cultivation and thrift.

The carriage walked out of Xuanyifang where the Song family's house was located, along Zhuque Street all the way south, out of Anhuamen, and headed all the way to Huangu Academy.

At every moment, the carriage stopped slowly, and Song Yan brought the three of them to the gate of Huangu Academy. The plaque on it was engraved with the four characters of Huangu Academy.

"The way of the world is still the same as the past, and people want to return to benevolence."

Master Song couldn't help reading the left and right couplets, his expression was slightly startled, and Xu Shen asked Song Yan for a moment:
"Your mother and I will go to the academy manager to sign up for you first, and you take your younger sister in and have a good time."

Song Yan also felt that staying with his father was really restrictive, so he was really looking forward to it at this moment, so he pulled Song Leyi to him and agreed repeatedly.

At the gate of the academy, like Song Yan, there are many scholars dressed in Confucian robes and hats, and they look very bookish when they come in and out.

Song Leyi, however, opened her eyes wide and observed the woman in a skirt and with tin flowers on her forehead coming in and out.

She only felt that although the green shirt and skirt were plain and clean, they looked elegant and beautiful.

"Climbing to the top and feeling inferior—"

In front of the stone carving a few steps away from the gate, a beautiful and calm female voice slowly read the four big characters on the stone carving.

Song Leyi's gaze was instantly attracted.

Just at this time, the woman turned her head inadvertently.

In an instant, like a pearl moon shining brightly, the brilliance is really compelling.

Seeing that the little girl was not as high as his chest, Song Yan was about to help him go forward, but dragged her back helplessly.

"Brother, that sister is so pretty—well, why are you teaching me again?"

The aggrieved Song Leyi held her forehead with her hands, her round eyes were hazy, and her voice was even more milky.

Song Yan glanced at her helplessly, but did not glance at the stone carving, and his tone was a little careless.

"See no evil, haven't you heard of it? Why don't you drag me up to it!"

Xingyan glanced at the stone carving again, and Song Leyi muttered angrily as the building was already empty.

"Pedantic! At worst, I'll go by myself."

Seeing that Song Yan looked like a fool, she didn't care much about her muttering, but kept looking up down the mountain, looking forward to something, Song Leyi's big eyes rolled around, and she followed the crowd into the academy.

"Song Yan, Song Yan!"

A clear and clear youthful voice came, full of excitement. Fu Sinian looked at Song Yan in a Confucian robe in novelty, and punched him on the chest with a smile.

"Long time no see, miss me?"

The corners of Song Yan's lips curled up, his drooping eyelids lifted, and he greeted him with the same familiar fist, his disgust was obvious.

"Why are you here now! I miss you? Go dream about you."

Fu Sinian and Song Yan have been like-minded since they were young. In addition, Song Yan's mother, Mrs. Fu, is a daughter of the Fu family.

"Speak up if you have something to say, why are you so mysterious?"

(End of this chapter)