Crown Jewels

Chapter 30

When the inkstone was dry, the boy who was about to get up paused slightly.

His brows and eyes were stained with hesitation, and his slightly pursed lips seemed to be worried about something.

His eyes fell on the marriage letter on the rice paper, and after a long while, the young man's face finally became bright again.

Eye transformation!

The spacious teaching room has become a street under the eaves of Zangshuge.

"The Jewel!"

Song Yan frowned slightly, following the boy's voice, his eyes fell on Gu Baozhu who was wearing a skirt.

Today, her lips are still red, but it seems...

The usual brilliance was a little less, and there was a fleeting melancholy in his brows.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the heavy rain fell slowly.

Song Yan looked at the somewhat familiar eaves, and suddenly remembered something.

"The Jewel."

The boy pulled the woman closer to the eaves, and his thin shoulders blocked her from the cold wind outside.

He carefully took it out of his bosom, and after thinking about it for two nights, he came up with the marriage letter written by Song Yan to Gu Baozhu!
It's like holding his whole heart, without any secrets, and giving it all to her.

Gu Baozhu took the rice paper, his eyes lingered on each word for a long time, his expression dazed.

After a while, his complexion was calm, and there was no joy and response as expected by the young man.

The gust of wind whipped up the heavy rain, and it crackled on Song Yan's back, just like Gu Baozhu's indifferent attitude.

The way of silent rejection makes people sad and chilling.

Song Yan couldn't bear to look under the eaves, the young man's gradually dimmed eyes, that bleak figure, seemed to be abandoned by the whole world in an instant.

With the tip of his tongue arching his back molars, Song Yan turned his head and looked at the dark rain outside.

The sound of pattering rain was mixed with the voices of two people.

Teenagers are bleak, women are indifferent.

"Song Yan, let me tell you something, I found out that I don't like you anymore."

"Gu Baozhu, why?"

"Didn't you say that you also like me?"

The humble questioning voice of the young man came from the ear, and the raindrops kept coming.

Eyelids drooping, Song Yan's brows and eyes were completely gloomy when he saw a ball of wedding paper covered with mud rolling down under his feet.

Heart-piercing Zhu Xinyan rang in my ears.

"Song Yan, why do you think you are worthy of me?"

"You are just the son of a lowly businessman, you don't seek to make progress without meritorious deeds..."

……

The gentle wind, accompanied by the rustling of the leaves and the temperature of the sun, drove back the bleak nightmare.

"Song Yan, Song Yan!"

"Not brothers--"

"If you don't wake up, you will be late!"

The drawling voice was Fu Sinian's usual tone, and now he was a little more anxious and puzzled.

Seeing Song Yan opened his eyes, Fu Sinian was so happy that he was still in the future, but he was taken aback by the gloomy and frustrated emotion in his eyes.

"Hey bro—"

"No way! Just take a nap."

"I'm still alive, you're miserable and inhuman, who is this acting for!"

The noise in the ear made Song Yan's thoughts gradually come back.

He closed his eyes, restrained the overflowing emotions, Song Yan stood up and rubbed the center of his brows, before looking straight at Fu Sinian.

"It's called a soul! Just pretend I can't hear you."

There was a little impatience in the familiar irritable tone.

Hearing it in Fu Sinian's ears at the moment made him heave a sigh of relief inexplicably.

In the academy, the green bamboos are lush, and the warm sun makes people feel comfortable, which can dispel people's gloomy emotions.

Song Yan was dragged by Fu Sinian, basking in the sun comfortably, and the two of them were going back to Jingyizhai for class.

While walking on the road, they bumped into two people they were familiar with, namely Gu Baozhu and Shen Lanqing.

Seeing the young man walking in a hurry opposite, Gu Baozhu's eyes lightened up.

She whispered something to Shen Lanqing beside her, and then came to Song Yan.

Song Yan looked at Fu Sinian who was called away by Shen Lanqing and felt speechless for Fu Sinian who had no nostalgia for him.

Until the girl's clear and sweet voice sounded beside her ear, even the tone of voice was brisk.

It sounded completely different from the blandness and coldness in the dream, so Song Yan turned his gaze back to Gu Baozhu.

"Song Yan, thank you for what happened last time!"

"Um--"

Gu Baozhu's tone paused for a moment, he should be in deep thought.

"To express my gratitude, it would be nice for me to give you some pastries. If my husband postpones the hall again in the future..."

"Need not!"

Before Gu Baozhu finished speaking, he was interrupted by two cold words.

This unhesitating refusal made her slightly stunned, her stiff red lips moved, and the silent embarrassment made Gu Baozhu choke for a moment.

But seeing the impatience on the face of the person in front of him, Gu Baozhu didn't have the idea of ​​sticking to someone's ass.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyebrows and eyes overflowing with just the right nobility and arrogance, and she wanted to look away without caring.

Song Yan suppressed the center of his brows, the bruises left by his nap and nightmare still remained under his eyes.

He tried his best to control his impatience, but his bored and tangled appearance made him even more tired.

When the two confronted each other silently, the crowd of people who pushed and shoved, accompanied by the flying kicks, with uncontrollable force, seemed to have lost their direction, and unexpectedly threw them at the back of Gu Baozhu's head.

As soon as Song Yan raised his eyelids, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He lowered his face, quickly supported the back of Gu Baozhu's head, and pulled her towards his chest.

Then, Song Yan tipped his right foot lightly, and pushed his shoulders, causing the flying Cuju to lose its direction.

Because of this force, Song Yan's body was also shaken back, just in time to regain the distance from Gu Baozhu.

Caught off guard, Gu Baozhu let out a soft cry.

When she stood still and her eyes fell on the solitary Cuju, she quickly calmed down.

With serious eyes, Gu Baozhu raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the kick kick came from.

The scholars who were still in the group scratched their heads resentfully, and quickly scattered away.

Thinking of Caicai just now, Song Yan helped him again, put aside distracting thoughts in his mind, Gu Baozhu took a deep breath, and casually said with concern:

"Are you OK?"

Song Yan shook his head lightly, drooping the tails of his eyes, still looking like he didn't want to say more.

He looked like this, trying his best to suppress his irritability and impatience.

Inexplicably, Gu Baozhu thought of the day at the racecourse, his current state was the same as when he taunted him in a cold voice.

But... thinking of the thrill of being talented, and how he protected himself.

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, originally the dissatisfaction accumulated due to his attitude was like a deflated ball, and she was too lazy to argue with him.

Looking at Song Yan's slightly drooping eyebrows, Gu Baozhu only felt that the personality of this person in front of him was a bit awkward.

She has seen a lot of people with sweet mouths and swords, but she has never seen Song Yan like this.

The appearance is indifferent as if he is impatient with everyone, but... But it also makes it impossible to ignore the warm heart.

Not wanting to owe Song Yan any more favors, Gu Baozhu raised her eyebrows and said unhappily.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will bring you pastries..."

"I said, I don't want it!"

The woman's voice sounded again, unexpectedly strong.

"I am the princess of Nanping. If I give it to you, you'd better not refuse it!"

"certainly--"

"In this way, there will be a clean-up between us!"

Gu Baozhu was also taken aback when he said it. It sounds like he is so savage and willful?
Song Yan snorted at her irresistible tone, feeling a little absurd.

Overwhelm people with power, right?

Lifting her eyelids, wherever she looked, the woman's fresh lips were showing a flamboyant red.

(End of this chapter)