Crown Jewels

Chapter 57
The sun shone on Gu Baozhu's body unevenly, but it made her face look more porcelain-white, and her black hair scattered like ink.

Song Yan watched silently on the spot for a long while, seeing that it was getting late, he walked forward.

"Dengdeng--"

The sound of fingers lightly tapping the table made Gu Baozhu look up.

Seeing Song Yan in front of her, a little surprise flashed in her eyes.

Looking around, there were only the two of them in the empty hall at this time, but it didn't make Gu Baozhu feel repulsed.

Gu Baozhu felt that although he and Song Yan were still not very familiar with each other, after the two incidents in Tukeng and Zangshuge, the relationship between him and her could be regarded as a fateful friendship.

In fact, among all the male scholars, she and Song Yan should have the most interactions!

"Song Yan, are you looking for me?" Seeing him, he nodded seriously.

Gu Baozhu asked in surprise, "Is there something wrong?"

Closing the book in his hand, Gu Baozhu's brows raised slightly, showing a serious look.

Knowing that Gu Baozhu misunderstood, Song Yan didn't explain it, and his eyes fell on her hands, which were as white as jade and slender as she closed the book.

Just like her in the dream!
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking deeply as if traveling through a dream, lowered his eyes for a long time, and murmured.

"Gu Baozhu, that...isn't your fault!"

Princess Gong's sudden death on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival is actually not your fault.

So, I hope you don't feel guilty all the time.

Take your mother and concubine's most sincere love for you, and live your life hard.

Although Song Yan's voice was soft, Gu Baozhu could hear it clearly even with his full attention.

Gu Baozhu was slightly taken aback, she closed the book and said in puzzlement.

"What are you talking about? What's not my fault?"

Facing Gu Baozhu's translucent and clear eyes, Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he came back to his senses.

He covered up all his emotions, and his casual expression became a little more casual, as if the solemnity just now was entirely Gu Baozhu's illusion.

"Oh! I mean—"

"It's not your fault that your shooting skills are so bad!""

Seeing him suddenly dragging his tongue, with playfulness in his eyes, Gu Baozhu was speechless.

"But what, speak clearly."

Song Yan pursed his lips, appreciating Gu Baozhu's sullenness and eagerness with a relaxed expression.

"But-"

"But if you still don't make much progress after I teach you, then you can't blame others!"

This playful tone made Gu Baozhu angry.

Is this still human?

After a while, Gu Baozhu rolled his eyes and said coolly: "Then I really thank you..."

The afterglow of the setting sun is orange and orange, as gorgeous as the fire burning the clouds.

After a day of schoolwork, Song Yan bypassed the path behind the racecourse as usual and returned to his village.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he looked towards the head of the bed.

When he saw the Hetian jade lying quietly beside the pillow, the corners of his lips curled up in joy.

Song Yan held the Hetian jade in his hand to play with, and immediately decided in his heart that he would not go to Fu Sinian to provoke him.

Li Suo took out a wooden box from the closet, Song Yan lifted the lid and took out the carving knife for carving jade in the wooden box.

Then, he rummaged through the baggage to find out the sketches he drew temporarily in class today.

On the rice paper, the Jade Rabbit is outlined by the black ink painting and dyed lines, stepping on the swollen moon cakes, with a naive look.

In the deep moonlight, Song Yan's room was brightly lit.

The candlelight in the room dimmed, accompanied by the slight sound of carving jade, the serious and deep eyes of the young man cast on the ground.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the warm tea in the cup was no longer warm. Song Yan woke up from the table lying on his stomach.

Looking at the carved Hetian jade in front of the table, Song Yan's brows and eyes were tired, which was replaced by a spontaneous satisfaction.

After cleaning up briefly, Song Yan went to the academy again.

On the alleyway of the academy, the male and female scholars were full of interest, their faces full of gossip, and they seemed to be discussing something.

Song Yan didn't care about it at all, it was nothing to do with himself.

However, even if he didn't listen deliberately, the words Gu Baozhu floated into his ears automatically like catkins in the wind.

Song Yan's footsteps paused slightly, his eyebrows were raised to suppress the sleepy brows, and he followed the female students in front without any trace.

The distance is not far or close, and it will not be noticed.

The bluffing girl listened to her, gossiping about other people's cool gossip.

"Hey, have you heard—"

"The Lord Guanghua and the Lord Nanping made a bet!"

Sensing the interest in her companion's eyes, the long-faced female student proudly revealed the first-hand news.

"It is said that they wanted to compete in shooting skills years ago—"

"If anyone loses, they will automatically give up the racecourse when they see each other in the future!"

The words of the long-faced female student made Song Yan subconsciously frown.

At the racecourse back then, Gu Baozhu never agreed to compete with the Guanghua County Lord at all.

At most... It's just that I secretly held my breath in my heart and competed!

How can such a message come out?
Soon, Song Yan understood that someone must have released such news on purpose.

The next moment, the round-faced female scholar next to her was not to be outdone.

"I've also heard that there are three bets in that competition, and what you said about giving up the racecourse is just one of them!"

"Oh? There are still more?"

Seeing her companion's gaze focused on her, the round-faced girl said even more excitedly, her companion whispered to each other, but the voice remained undiminished.

"No, the other two are even more exaggerated! Listen up!"

"The loser, when they see each other in the future, they will automatically take a detour; the loser, after the academy is on holiday after the year, they will automatically quit the ancient academy!"

automatic!quit!Return to the ancient academy!

The male and female scholars suppressed their exclamation, and Song Yan snorted coldly because of the excitement on the surface that was not a big deal.

Such outrageous bets can only be imagined by rumormongers.

but……

Looking at the scholars in groups of three or four, who were excitedly discussing on their faces, Song Yan's face became a little more dignified.

Rumors have always been like this. If you start a rumor with your mouth, you will lose your legs if you refute it!

Even though Gu Baozhu did not agree to the bet at the beginning, in the eyes of others, the bet already existed.

As for the painstaking efforts, who are the rumormongers?I'm afraid it goes without saying.

Without hesitation, Song Yan looked at the sky, it was not enough time to go to Zangshu Pavilion.

Song Yan went directly to the teaching room. Today, Lu Jiuxi, the head of the mountain, will be in class, and there is no distinction between men and women.

Walking to his seat, Song Yan just sat down, and looked towards the female students to the east.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu's expression was normal, he was relieved.

However, the chattering discussions of the surrounding scholars, and the tacit understanding of each other's eyebrows and lawsuits still made Song Yan a little depressed.

During the whole class, Song Yan was preoccupied with something, coupled with sleepiness, he was a little absent-minded.

Finally, the bell rang, and the head of the mountain and the scholars walked out of the teaching room one after another.

Song Yan packed the package slowly, paying attention to Gu Baozhu's movement from the corner of his eye.

It seemed like a tacit understanding, and Gu Baozhu did the same, taking his time to pack his things without being in a hurry.

When there were only the two of them left in the entire teaching room, Song Yan knew that Gu Baozhu might have done this deliberately.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard her calling his name.

"Song Yan—"

(End of this chapter)