Crown Jewels

Chapter 56

Song Leyi's immature face was full of composure and distress.

Fu Sinian was choked by her small expression, he raised his head just in time to meet Song Yan's interested eyes, with a half-smile and a slight mockery.

Sensing the danger instinctively, Fu Sinian let out a heck or two of embarrassment.

Seeing that Song Yan was still leaning on the door frame, Fu Sinian turned around with a wink, trying to escape his bad debts.

But before he took two steps, he felt the robe behind him being gently grabbed.

Fu Sinian subconsciously turned around, and saw Song Leyi with her head sullen, her two small arms clutching the hem of his clothes.

Anxiety appeared on his face, fearing that he would not be able to escape from the "scene of the crime", Fu Sinian crazily winked at the little girl.

Song Leyi curled her lips, and looked distressedly at Jiao Weiqin on the table, pretending not to see his hint with a sullen head.

Fu Sinian patted his thigh, helplessly supported his forehead, and tentatively pulled the corner of his robe.

Who knows the next moment.

Fu Sinian suddenly felt his body being dragged vigorously!

Unprepared at all, Fu Sinian was unsteady and took a few steps forward.

Turning her head again, the hand holding his clothes has become Song Yan's.

Fu Sinian blinked, turned his head, and saw Song Leyi getting off the stool, carefully holding Jiao Weiqin and trying to leave.

Sensing his sight, the little girl looked at him with round eyes, and the sound of milk came out of course.

"Cousin Fu—"

"Leyi thought about it, if you leave, then I will suffer!"

"so what--"

Song Leyi pointed to Song Yan beside her, with a serious look, as if planning for Fu Sinian.

"I think it's better for Cousin Fu to stay here."

As Fu Sinian watched, the girl's black eyes overflowed with a sly smile.

She was so upright, she didn't care about his cousin at all, and left the chance of "birth" to herself.

Seeing Song Leyi's back going away without a trace of nostalgia, Fu Si Nian hissed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Little girl—"

"Ghost spirit!"

Seeing Song Yan's still dark face from the corner of the eye, Fu Sinian felt resentful and put away his thoughts of muddling through.

Seeing that Song Yan was still so bad-tempered, Fu Sinian was not afraid.

He rolled his eyes without any scruples at first, and then arrogantly pointed at Song Yan's heart and said:
"Hey! I said—"

"Your displeasure smells all over your face, and I'm not blind, I can see it!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows to signal Song Yan.

"So, hurry up and put away your stinky face, don't be too tired to panic!"

After Fu Sinian finished speaking, he simply lifted up his shirt and sat down on the table.

Song Yan saw him crossing his legs, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, gritted his teeth and let out a sneer.

"OK! OK—"

"Fu Sinian, you are really good!"

Song Yan lowered his eyes to think for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyelids, pressed the tip of his tongue against his left cheek, and snorted again.

When Dai looked at Fu Sinian, Song Yan's demeanor was filled with the calmness of winning.

Taking a glance from the corner of his eye, Fu Sinian saw Song Yan getting closer to him, smiling at him with a good temper, and his original stinking face looked extraordinarily stretched and talkative at this moment.

"Fu Sinian—"

Song Yan uttered his own name lazily while chewing. With such a meaningful expression, Fu Sinian couldn't help shaking his eyebrows.

Sensing that Fu Sinian was looking at him, Song Yan raised his eyebrows and tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, and the tail dragged as if recalling.

"I remember--"

"Last year was your birthday!"

"Your aunt gave you a piece of fine Hetian jade, which is very suitable for carving."

Fu Sinian's hairs stood on end when he heard the words, and he subconsciously denied it.

"What Wada!"

"Song Yan, you are confused, why don't I remember this?"

Fu Sinian laughed, his attitude of never admitting it was extraordinarily "loyal"!
Song Yan ignored him, but there was a genuine smile in his eyes, and his cool voice overflowed his throat.

"Well—you're right!"

"It's the piece of Hetian jade that you held in front of me and showed off for three days!"

Seeing that Fu Sinian's arrogance had completely lost, Song Yan's irritability rarely improved, and he continued to push forward with demands.

"Tonight, if I see that jade at the bedside—"

When the drawling voice sounded, Fu Sinian's eyelids twitched, and he quickly covered his eyes with his hands, as if I didn't listen.

Song Yan ignored him, just straightened his clothes slowly, his voice was still lazy but he uttered compassionately following the previous words.

"If I see that jade, I will force it and forgive you!"

With this natural tone, Fu Sinian tore down his hands and was so annoyed,

Stretching out his hands to rub the stiff eye ends, he really couldn't hold back his temper.

"Song Yan! Do you want to show some face!"

"That's my birthday present."

"It's just once a year—"

"It will be gone when I become an adult, are you sure! Do you want to be so cruel to me?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but didn't strike up a conversation, but just looked at Fu Sinian indifferently, although his handsome face was tense.

But what makes Fu Sinian jump is that his eyes are clear!

Just like that, the words "If you don't kill who you kill" are written blatantly and unabashedly.

Simply deceiving.

Fu Sinian nodded bitterly, unwilling to accept this fact, and still fighting for the last time.

"Make you think beautiful!"

"You said I have to give it if you want it?"

"Brother! If you have this spare time, you might as well raise your pillow up at night, and ask whoever you want in your dream."

Song Yan ignored his sarcasm, put down his robe slowly, and said firmly with his mouth curled up.

"Since I asked you to—"

"It's natural to have the confidence to let you give it to me, and—"

"It can also make you willing!"

Seeing his determined look, Fu Sinian also got excited, he gritted his molars and said hard.

"Zhazhayan, I just won't give it to you, what's the matter!"

Song Yan didn't care about his reaction, just folded his arms around his chest, and spoke in a cool tone for the rest of his life.

"At night, if I can't see my jade, then—"

Fu Sinian interrupted before he finished speaking, "Hey! Where are you blackmailing people?"

"Do I agree, this will become your jade?"

Seeing him gasping for breath and trying to refute, Song Yan only smiled with confidence in the victory.

Sure enough, he just uttered a few words, which instantly extinguished Fu Sinian's arrogance.

"Then, when you bring Miss Shen to my village—"

"I'll close it! The door! Thank you! Guest!"

Fu Sinian's spine stiffened slightly as the four words "Thank you behind closed doors" came into his ears in a drawl.

Miss Shen's three words were like a curse that bent his pride, instantly making him droop.

Fu Sinian closed his eyes and swallowed his breath, and after a long while shyly put on his face, he said:
"Brother! Why close the door and thank you!"

"You look like Pingkangfang is open at night. Can't you discuss things carefully?"

Song Yan curled his lips, ignored Fu Sinian's sarcasm, only nodded in agreement, and explained in a good-tempered manner.

"If I didn't discuss it carefully, would I still be able to negotiate terms with you?"

After talking, it was really late, and he was too lazy to break up with Fu Sinian. Before leaving, Song Yan looked at Fu Sinian's petrified complexion, and reminded him in a drawn out tone.

"Remember, close! Door! Thank you! Guest!"

Song Yan pursed her lips in a good mood. After returning to the house to wash up, she went to the academy alone with her luggage.

The early morning light shone into the teaching room, and there were not many people in it. Song Yan thought about it, and walked straight towards the Zangshu Pavilion.

The third floor of Zangshu Pavilion is a place dedicated to storing rare books of medicine and medicinal herbs.

The morning light shines through the gaps in the bookshelves, shooting spots.

Song Yan went around the bookshelves, and sure enough, he saw Gu Baozhu holding a copy of "The Classic of Medicine" carefully studying at the long table in the hall...

(End of this chapter)