Crown Jewels

Chapter 35

Under the candlelight, the warm orange light slowly faded away, slowly dyeing the tips of the young man's ears red, causing him to tremble slightly.

As if thinking of something suddenly, Song Yan got up and took out a square food box from the bedside table.

Lifting the lid, Song Yan lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the delicate and small pastries inside.

Eyelashes cast a blue-black silhouette, and he finally raised his hand, picked up a piece of yam and red date cake, put it in his mouth, and chewed it leisurely.

I don't know why, I suddenly felt it.

The pastry in the mouth seems to be...

I didn't think it was that way, it was too sweet to make people feel tired!

Taste it carefully, the taste of red dates and yam is mixed, and it can be considered articulate.

The eyelids were a little heavy, and Song Yan's eyelids became heavy from the drowsiness that struck again.

He simply extinguished the candle on the table and went to bed again to fall asleep.

The moonlight is heavy, and the dreamland is also heavy...

Not surprisingly for Song Yan, after eating Gu Baozhu's pastry, he fell into a dream again.

The scene I saw in my dream was the students of Huaigu Academy gathered around the racecourse.

The usual dream made Song Yan a lot calmer, he just wanted to find something through the scattered fragments.

look.

The sky is not so clear, like the unclear heart of the boy in the dream.

It also casts a haze on this dream.

On the racetrack, a young man riding a black horse held the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and whipped vigorously.

There are still obvious scars on his face, the same stubbornness at the corners of his lips, and the coldness and persistence bursting out of his black pupils.

Song Yan is very familiar with himself in this state.

He is fighting hard!
Behind the boy was Huyan Uwei, who was riding a bay red horse, biting him tightly.

The two are chasing after each other. This state is obviously a competition of riding skills.

To be honest, Song Yan is still slightly inferior in terms of riding skills alone!
After all, Huyan Uwei was in Turkic, and he was used to riding horses in the grasslands since he was a child. This is undoubtedly his advantage.

But Song Yansheng was familiar with the terrain of the racecourse.

Therefore, after the confrontation between the two sides, Song Yan, who fought hard, took the lead.

The young man was the first to ride back to the academy on a black horse. Not surprisingly, he was greeted with applause from the male students of Huangu Academy.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly started shoving.

Gu Baozhu, who was just standing silently at the back, was suddenly pushed out by someone without any warning.

It happened to fall in front of Song Yan who was riding a black horse in the dream.

The boy in the dream frowned slightly, and the coldness in his eyes was fleeting.

He subconsciously reached out to lift her up, but the girl's trembling hand reached out to him with some hesitation.

At this moment, another pair of hands appeared in front of Gu Baozhu before Song Yan's eyes.

In addition, the palms of both hands are slightly rough, which can be seen without looking.

The owner of the hand is Huyan Uwe!
The white and slender hand that was originally extended to his side suddenly turned around treacherously, and held Huyan Uwei firmly without any hesitation.

The amazed laughter of the students came from all around.

The boy in the dream was slightly startled, looking down and lonely at his hand that had not been withdrawn.

He ignored the taunts or pity in his ears, and didn't pay any attention to the ambiguity between Gu Baozhu and that person, just slowly retracted and left on the spot.

The stature is lonely, but retains the last trace of pride of a young man.

……

The sun was rising three poles, Song Yan squeezed his heavy head.

Recalling the scene in the dream, a sneer came out of his throat.

He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, he knew how to torture others all day long.

There was a breath sound, but it was not very clear.

When Song Yan finished washing and was about to go to the guest room to find Qi Yuan, he saw Chen Ping coming to send a message. It turned out that the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, had an urgent message.

Early in the morning, under Fu Sinian's arrangement, Qi Yuan and Fu Sinian returned to the Academy together in the Song Mansion carriage.

Chen Ping looked at the gloomy Song Yan, and said cautiously:
"Master, you still have one more day of leave from the academy, why don't you just stay at home and rest today?"

When Song Yan heard the word "fushang", he subconsciously thought of the terrible things that his stepmother, Mrs. Sun, arranged in his room last night.

At that moment, his face became more and more serious, and he arranged for Chen Ping:
"Prepare the horse again. I'm going back to the academy today. I'll leave after I tell my grandmother."

……

Inside the carriage, ice basins were placed at the four corners to dissipate the heat of the scorching heat.

Song Yan held "The Collection of Turkic History" and looked at it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Leyi nestled in the corner, and said in a cool tone:

"Who will allow you to get into my carriage?"

The girl's immature voice is not to be outdone:

"Brother, you are so confused. Grandma promised you at noon!"

"And our husband let me go for half a month, just to avoid the heat."

Song Yan snorted coldly, put down the book in his hand suddenly, and looked down at Song Leyi fixedly.

"So you are thinking, go to my village to escape the summer heat?"

Under this power, Song Leyi's arrogance weakened a bit, and she changed her strategy, grabbed Song Yan's sleeve and said coquettishly:
"Brother, I promise!"

"When I get to Zhuangzi, I will quietly guard the Jiaoweiqin, and carefully complete the homework left by Mr., and will never cause you any trouble."

"and--"

The girl's voice was suddenly soft and pitiful.

Song Yan raised his eyelids, and saw her looking at him eagerly, Qiqi Ai Ai said: .

"Every time my brother goes to the academy, Leyi doesn't see you for a long time."

"You're not at home, I miss you."

When the girl finished talking about her grievances, Song Yan's temper completely subsided, and some irony came to his mind.

After pinching the baby fat on her face, Song Yan lazily snorted, and continued to lean against the wall of the car with his eyes closed.

Seeing Song Yan like this, Song Leyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She has relied on Song Yan since she was a child, so she also knows Song Yan better.

He usually doesn't care about it on the surface, but in his heart, he likes her crooked words the most.

It is absolutely right to use these words to make him happy.

Sure enough, his reaction now is already acquiescing to his own actions.

The carriage staggered to Zhuangzi, Song Yan settled Song Leyi and the servants he had brought, and had a meal with her, then changed into a scholar's Confucian robe, and walked back to Huangu Academy by the path.

In the academy, Song Yan randomly found a gazebo.

Leaning against the rock wall, the cool breeze blows slowly from all sides, attracting the rustling of the winding wisteria and emitting a faint fragrance.

The environment was comfortable, Song Yan put his mind to it, and began to reorganize his thoughts.

One is the martial arts in less than three years;

The second is the bizarre, yet resembling dream from a previous life.

As for the martial arts itself, although Song Yan was apprehensive, he was never worried.

It is rare for him to have some talent, coupled with his interest, he has some confidence in his own strength.

However, the competition with Huyan Uwei last night made Song Yan realize again that there are people beyond the human world!

Perhaps, his own strength also needs...

Continue to strengthen!

He had a premonition that if there was a day in the future, he would really have the opportunity to display his ambition and become the great general protecting the country of Yan.

Then perhaps, the strongest opponent he encountered while guarding the border would be: Huyan Uwei!

As for those dreams, Song Yan's thoughts turned.

Before he came to the academy, Gu Baozhu had a dream for the first time until now, and he relived those dreams before and after in his mind.

(End of this chapter)