Crown Jewels

Chapter 46

At this moment, an uplifting voice suddenly came from a distance, and Gu Baozhu's heart skipped a beat when he was full of energy.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Protect Your Majesty—"

Outside the pavilion, the empress' private soldiers shouted, as if gaining power in an instant.

Hearing the words, the black-clothed leader ignored the pain in his feet, grabbed Gu Baozhu who had nowhere to go, and pushed open the window of Zangshuge.

"stop!"

"stop!"

The voices of Song Yan and the empress Gu Jun sounded at the same time, and the black-clothed leader's lips curved into a sneer, and he didn't stop his movements, as if he was about to jump out.

The wind is mixed with gravel, mixed with the smell of blood outside, it seems...

Also mixed with another dangerous smell.

At the next moment, the leader in black suddenly felt his body being torn apart.

The smell of gunpowder spread in his nostrils. Along with the scorched flesh, the leader in black still had disbelief in his eyes. He wanted to accumulate strength in his hands and strangle the person in his hands to death.

The right hand of the man in black covered the tender neck of the woman again. Normally, he could take away a person's life with a little force, but this time he was so powerless.

His fingers trembled, but he couldn't find his way.

The man in black felt the pain in his heart, and the only thing he could do in time was to turn his head.

Behind the gloomy books in Zangshu Pavilion, a woman slowly walked out.

She has enchanting eyebrows, and she is Yan Luo who takes people's lives.

Gu Jun's eyebrows and eyes were condensed, and the whole body was soaked with coldness.

She held the firecracker in her right hand, and the black muzzle was emitting white smoke, pointing directly in the direction of the black-clothed leader.

The smell of gunpowder accompanied by the smell of burnt skin permeated again, making the scalp tingling but also reassuring.

however.

"The Jewel!"

The next moment, Gu Jun's pupils suddenly widened, and she shouted in panic.

With a twitch of veins on Song Yan's forehead, he saw Gu Baozhu's figure, who was pushed hard by the leader in black, and the woman fell directly from the window of the library.

Before he had time to think about it, he directly dropped the long knife in his hand, turned over the window and grabbed Gu Baozhu's hand as hard as he could.

The burning pain in his back made Song Yan unable to grasp the protruding eaves.

If the Zangshu Pavilion, which is several floors high, falls like a beast that swallows the sky at this moment.

Gu Baozhu didn't dare to look down at the scene below.

"Song Yan—"

The woman's exclamation sounded, and there was a faint cry in the wind.

Muscle tearing pain came from his back, Song Yan took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid!"

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the green grass under the Zangshu Pavilion, Song Yan used his left hand to hold Gu Baozhu tightly in his arms, and with his right hand, he grabbed the green ivy climbing on the wall.

Under the gravity of the two, the downward force caused the burning pain in his right palm, but it made him feel hopeful.

The green vines, at this moment, are their hope of landing smoothly.

Just like that, when Song Yan grabbed the last vine, the force of the downward rush was already within the tolerance range of their bodies.

Your Excellency Zangshu is not a cold and hard slate, but a green lawn.

On the eve of landing, Song Yan gently turned Gu Baozhu's body, and then, his back was laid on the green grass.

The moment he fell to the ground, he touched the wound again, Song Yan couldn't hold back, and a painful muffled sound escaped from his throat.

Gu Baozhu lay on Song Yan's chest, and when he looked up, he saw his slightly distorted face.

She got up quickly and called Song Yan's name in a panic.

"Song Yan, Song Yan—"

Gradually adapting to the pain coming from his body, Song Yan slowly opened his eyelids, and what he saw was Gu Baozhu's pale face.

Seeing him wake up, Gu Baozhu's face was finally stained with blood, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were raised, showing a bright smile.

In the pavilion, Gu Jun lay by the window and looked at the grass. The two who managed to save themselves from danger slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

The next moment, a layer of frost covered her face.

Gu Jun's eyes seemed to be ice-cold, staring at the corpse on the ground, she said to Lu Yi who came in time.

"check!"

"Today's matter, let me check it out!"

The sonorous and angry voice resounded through the library.

On the grass, Song Yan and Gu Baozhu looked at each other, their expressions slightly straightened.

The well-trained Jin Yiwei, under the command of Lu Yi, quickly gathered the corpses of the assassins in the academy and searched for traces left on them.

When the accompanying guards arrived, Gu Baozhu slowly helped Song Yan up.

Only then did I realize that there was a knife mark on Song Yan's back.

The flesh at the end was rolled up, and the gravel and grass clippings were stained on it, which looked a little hideous.

Seeing it, Gu Baozhu felt that her heart had been hit hard, it hurt a little, and she was a little helpless.

Sensing Gu Baozhu's gaze, Song Yan curled up his fingers slightly, and turned sideways slightly, but gently touched the wound when he was about to walk away.

With a pale complexion, he gasped, and after taking two steps forward, Song Yan Yuguang caught a glimpse of Gu Baozhu pursing his lips, with a bit of guilt in his eyes, and a wry smile at the corners of his lips.

……

The turmoil in Huangu Academy made Gu Jun unable to stay here any longer.

She straightened up her troops and was about to return to the palace. When she left, she took another deep look at Song Yan and Fu Sinian.

……

The noon sun was shining brightly, Song Yan was sipping green tea, leaning leisurely on the low couch, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the "Martial Arts" in his hand.

"elder brother--"

The familiar doll's voice sounded, Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and silently memorized the last line of the book in his heart. Then he slowly read the book, raised his eyelids and looked at Song Leyi who walked in, and casually greeted him.

"You're here!"

Ever since the incident at the Academy Sacrifice Ceremony, Song Yan was given a one-month leave by the head of the mountain, Lu Jiuxi, because of his meritorious service in saving the driver, so that he could rest in Zhuangzi.

Gu Baozhu was grateful for Song Yan's rescue at the beginning, so he took the initiative to contract medicine, ordered people to make soup and medicine every day, and specially sent it to him, and asked Song Leyi to tell Song Yan to take the medicine.

After pouring soup and water for more than half a month, Song Yan's back injury is actually not a problem.

After a few days of recuperation, you can go back to the academy to attend classes.

Song Leyi took the medicine bowl and handed it to Song Yan, but did not walk away immediately.

The girl's small face was full of seriousness, seeing that Song Yan hadn't moved, she urged dissatisfiedly.

"Brother, how long has it been!"

"You drink a medicine, why are you still working so hard?"

Song Yan raised his eyelids, and saw the little girl pouting her lips, teaching him a serious lesson.

To tease her heart, Song Yan simply pinched her baby fat, lazily put down the medicine bowl, and discussed:
"As for your brother and me, I feel that my body is fine now, so I won't drink this decoction today, shall I?"

Song Leyi rolled her eyes speechlessly, and said in disgust: "Brother, your excuse is not at all innovative."

"Sister Baozhu said that during this month of recuperation, the daily decoction should not be interrupted, let alone be underestimated, otherwise it will easily cause sequelae."

Song Yan licked his lips, hissed, and suddenly approached Song Leyi, narrowing his eyes and threateningly:

"I said, are you my sister, or his Gu Baozhu's sister?"

Song Leyi took half a step back, put her hands on her hips, and said as a matter of course: "If I can choose, it will be the younger sister of Sister Baozhu!"

(End of this chapter)