Crown Jewels

Chapter 31

Lifting his eyelids, wherever Song Yan looked, the woman's lips were bright red.

"I'll wait for you here tomorrow afternoon."

Hearing the calm and compromising tone, Song Yan couldn't believe it!
but……

Thinking of the "pastry" that Gu Baozhu said, Song Yan finally appointed a compromise.

Reminiscent of the dreams I have had one after another in recent days.

Song Yan never had a moment better than this moment!Is it Gu Baozhu's pastry that wants to prove it and let me fall into a dream?
After he woke up, he asked Fu Sinian specifically.

The two pieces of snacks that I put on my stomach at noon were finished products made by the female students in the tea class at Minglun Hall.

In order not to waste ingredients, it was sent to the cafeteria.

The same greasy pastry that Song Leyi sent when she fell into a dream for the first time is said to have come from the palace!
After Gu Baozhu fell into the pit, he also ate the cake she gave him.

All the places where dreams start have one thing in common!
That is the pastry that they are forced to eat.

and……

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened a bit.

Maybe it's her, Gu Baozhu's pastries...

The long and crisp ringing of the bell finally liberated the scholars imprisoned in the school.

Song Yan bid farewell to Fu Sinian and formally asked Qi Yuan for a two-day leave.

The day after tomorrow is my grandmother's 60th birthday. As the grandson of the family, Song Yan must go back.

The principles of human relations are often a major issue for Confucian scholars, so Qi Yuan naturally has no reason not to approve it.

Walking through the path paved with weeds and wild flowers, to the high pavilion behind the library, Song Yan finally entered the place where the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, handles official duties.

Grandmother has always liked writing and ink, and she also misses a lot of time to return the calligraphy of Lu Jiuxi, the head of the ancient academy.

Song Yan thought that when his grandmother was sixty, he asked the mountain chief for a painting and calligraphy, so as to make his grandmother happy.

As soon as Song Yan raised his eyelids, a woman walked out of the door of the house before Song Yan approached.

Wufa Ruqun has a cool temperament.

It turned out to be Shen Lanqing!

Shen Lanqing stepped out of the room, tilted her neck slightly, and stubbornly forced back the tears from the corners of her eyes.

When her mood stabilized a bit, she walked towards Minglun Hall without looking back.

Taking a panoramic view of everything, Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and paused in front of the door.

"Dengdeng--"

After waiting for a long while, he tentatively knocked on the door twice.

The breeze accompanied the falling green leaves, spreading silently.

"Come in!"

After a long while, a man's voice came from the room, with a deep tone.

"Mountain Chief."

Song Yan entered the door, calling the head of the mountain, and saluted him respectfully.

Looking up, he found that Lu Jiuxi was standing with his hands behind his back, so he couldn't see his face.

His whole figure was hidden in the shadow of the window lattice, dim and unclear.

In the room, the atmosphere was inexplicably heavy.

Seeing this, Song Yan didn't speak in a hurry, but just waited quietly at the door.

After a while, a sigh sounded from under the window lattice, and a gloomy voice sounded, asking straightforwardly.

"Is there something wrong?"

Song Yan briefly explained the purpose of coming, but Lu Jiuxi readily agreed.

But he didn't start writing immediately, he just told Song Yan that at a later time, Qi Yuan would send it to him in person.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Jiuxi never looked back.

The next day.

After Song Yan finished the archery class, he still hadn't waited for the news that Qi Yuan was going to send him a letter.

He searched around, but Qi Yuan and Lu Jiuxi were not there, Song Yan thought about it and didn't force it.

Grandma likes Lu Jiuxi, but he doesn't have to wait for her birthday to give her calligraphy.

If you really can't catch up, it doesn't matter if you give it after a few days.

However, Song Yan packed up the arrows in the open space, thinking in his heart that he really should go out earlier and prepare another birthday present for his grandmother.

Song Yan came to the place agreed with Gu Baozhu, there was still half a quarter of an hour, Song Yan simply waited in the gazebo.

The cool wind passed through the gaps in the green leaves, and Gu Baozhu walked over slowly.

Lifting the banana leaf covering his face, Song Yan lazily raised his eyes.

His eyes fell on the pastry box that Gu Baozhu was carrying, his eyes circled around, and finally settled on her right hand.

The fingers are slender and fair, and the nails are round and pink.

Seeing it, Song Yan felt an inexplicable urge to hold that pale fingertip in his hand and play with it.

Until the pleasant voice sounded, Song Yan's eyes finally focused.

He got up unhurriedly just now, came to Gu Baozhu's side, and took the food box from her very naturally.

The breeze brings the sweet and greasy fragrance of pastries, accompanied by the clear and clear voice of the young man.

"Thank you!"

Gu Baozhu raised her eyes in surprise, she thought Song Yan would be like last time, her attitude was determined not to want it.

This non-rebellious good attitude made Gu Baozhu's hair smooth a little bit, and he didn't put on a superior posture.

His eyes fell on his face, it was the first time that Gu Baozhu could see the young man clearly at close range.

The tight-fitting clothes made him look broad-shouldered and long-bodied, not as frail as the male students in the academy, and his face and eyebrows were a bit stern.

The clear and moist voice floated into my ears from close by, and it actually brought out a touch of magnetism.

"This pastry..."

Did you really do it yourself?

Song Yan pursed her lips, hesitating whether to ask the question completely.

"Ok?"

Gu Baozhu was slightly taken aback, "How about this cake?"

Seeing the obvious hesitation on Song Yan's face, Gu Baozhu subconsciously asked without looking away.

The more I looked at it, the more surprised I became.

I didn't notice before that Song Yan actually has a pair of good-looking beauty tips.

The beautiful tip outlined by the hairline on his forehead reflected the white teeth and red lips of the young man, and that beautiful arc softened his stern lines a bit.

Song Yan's lips moved, and the words came to his lips, but in the end he just fell silent.

He directly lifted the lid of the food box, and saw the plum-shaped red date yam cake inside.

Lifting his eyelids again, Song Yan's heart became clear.

Put the lid on again to block the sweet and greasy smell that is about to come out.

Song Yan felt that there was no need to ask about these things.

Anyway... At worst, he will verify it himself at night.

Verification, this pastry!Can it make him fall into a dream!

With a decision in his heart, Song Yan was much more relaxed, and Fang raised his head to look at Gu Baozhu, ready to say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, she was caught off guard and met Gu Baozhu's bright eyes, like shining pearls.

And as far as she could see, it was the beauty tip of her forehead!

Song Yan's face was dark, and he took a few steps back quickly, and subconsciously raised his right hand in the shape of supporting his forehead, covering the beautiful pointy hair on his forehead.

Today is the imperial archery class, so I changed out of the Confucian robes of the academy by myself.

However, without the cover of the tripod scholar's hat, wouldn't the image-destroying beauty point on his forehead be revealed?
Gu Baozhu saw Song Yan's face showing vigilance and... panic that he had never seen before.

This looks like a cat whose tail was suddenly stepped on!

That vivid and remorseful demeanor, paired with his red teeth and white lips, exudes a youthful air.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu's scrutinizing eyes became more unscrupulous, Song Yan glared at her.

Seemingly realizing that his reaction was rather stupid, Song Yan froze slightly.

(End of this chapter)