Crown Jewels

Chapter 6

The sweet maltose cheered up her eyebrows, Song Leyi couldn't hold back, she held her purse in her right hand, and another square caramel was carved in the palm of her left hand. Just as she was about to put it between her lips, she was snatched away by a big hand that came across and threw it into him. own mouth.

"You still eat sweets, aren't you afraid of losing your teeth?"

Song Leyi quickly put the purse behind her back, her round eyes were vigilant and flustered, and then she pretended to be calm and complained:
"You robbed me to eat again!"

Sensing the vigilance around her, Song Yan snorted coldly, and said sarcastically:

"If I hadn't robbed you of food, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to grow your teeth successfully."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan seemed to have thought of something, stared at Song Leyi thoughtfully for a while, and said hesitantly:

"No, I didn't see you carrying a purse when you went out today?"

Under his gaze, Song Leyi's body stiffened slightly, but relaxed in the next moment.

"She gave it?"

"Ah-oh-"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, snatched the purse from Song Leyi's hand, glanced at it and threw it back to her.

Song Leyi subconsciously clenched her hands, and answered slowly.

Just when she felt that her expression was a little uncomfortable, she suddenly realized that Song Yan didn't ask the question, but just commented indifferently, looking a little foolish.

"Oh, I can't tell, the taste is unique enough."

"It's still embroidered with pines and cypresses!"

After Song Yan finished speaking, he continued to lean against the wall of the car, closed his eyes and dozed off, as if he forgot when he turned his head.

Seeing him like this, Song Leyi let out a long breath, and pressed the tightly clutched purse heavily into the burden that he took out.

……

After making arrangements for Song Leyi, Song Yan asked the boy to report to his father, and without further delay, he had to return to the Ancient Academy.

Mr. Lu Jiuxi, the head of the academy, was at Zhixuezhai this morning, teaching the new students.

With less than two quarters of an hour left, Song Yan's footsteps were unavoidably hurried.

He first ran back to the dormitory to tidy up the salute, and Fu Sinian helped make the bed neatly.

Song Yan walked around the back of the studio, adjacent to the Zangshu Pavilion, and was about to walk towards the lecture hall of the academy, namely Jingyi and Zhishi Liangzhai.

When passing by the small pavilion behind the pines and cypresses, he saw a student who was also wearing a Confucian robe and holding a scroll sitting on a wooden chair inside.

"Hey--"

The man's gaze was quickly attracted to Song Yan, and across the lush aisle, Song Yan narrowed his eyes.

The sun shone on his book, and only then did he clearly see the words "Dayan Law" on the cover.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, and moved his gaze upwards, just in time to meet the man's clear eyes, which were full of doubts and surprises.

"Pay attention to the time, don't be really late in a while."

After finishing his instructions, Song Yan didn't wait for his reply, and didn't dare to delay any longer. Instead, he turned his head and entered the lecture hall, heading towards the Zhishizhai line.

It was less than a quarter of an hour before we arrived at the door of the teaching dormitory, and the usual noises of male students fighting in the academy could be heard in the corridor.

There was also the vague laughter of a woman interspersed with it, Song Yan pursed his lips, and stopped at the door after a slight surprise in his heart.

Just at this moment, Fu Sinian looked towards the door, and when he saw him, his eyes lit up and he waved to him.

Song Yan stepped forward and sat down at the empty desk next to him, and briefly explained to Fu Sinian, so that he had time to carefully look at the furnishings of the Zhishizhai.

The entire teaching room is divided into east and west, which are occupied by male and female students respectively, separated by a gap of two desks.

The boundaries between men and women are clear and not so clear, after all, no matter what, they are actually in the same room now.

The more than forty people in the Zhishi Zhai are those who were lucky enough to enter the Ancient Academy this year and...

Barely half of my classmates.

The Xiyu team was in a group of four tables, and Song Yan happened to be in the same group as Fu Sinian. The two desks were separated by two fists, and Song Yan sat on the outside.

On the right is the corridor, and on the other side is the desk setting of female students from the Eastern Region.

Out of the corner of the eye subconsciously write it off, the same group of two, four rows and five rows, in an unfamiliar environment, everyone subconsciously looks for a familiar partner.

The entire Eastern Territory is automatically divided into two groups sitting around and laughing and...

Sitting quietly and poised, she!

The indigo skirt showed that her back was straight, and her figure became more and more slender, slightly suppressing the brilliance of her face.

At this time, she was sitting there quietly, her raised eyes drooping and her red lips slightly raised, her eyes calmly flipping through the scrolls in her hand, her expression serious and unique in the slightly noisy teaching dormitory.

Song Yan tilted his head subconsciously, and saw the exquisite book cover with various patterns of medicinal herbs, inlaid with the four characters "Compendium of Materia Medica".

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, he raised his eyebrows noncommittally, his gaze naturally bypassed her, and just as he was about to retract along the white wall, he saw a woman holding a textbook standing in front of her desk.

"Dengdeng--"

The sound of fingers tapping on the table is noticeable.

Gu Baozhu's gaze shifted, and she saw the lacquered red tabletop, with a clear but white one with a sense of strength, and a sense of strength in her frailty. It looked like someone who had been holding a pen all the year round, and she subconsciously raised her eyes. I saw a man standing in front of my desk.

"Can I... sit here?"

Gu Baozhu could hear the hesitation in her tone, but after the whole sentence was finished, she remained calm and determined.

Looking across the room, Gu Baozhu realized that there was only an empty table beside her.

The rest of the girls all laughed and sat around talking, but the Eastern Region was automatically divided into two factions.

Surrounding the Guanghua County Lord, the familiar official women in Beijing, all of them have exquisite makeup, emerald green hairpins are inlaid in black hair all over their heads, and the indigo skirts on their bodies are quite gorgeous, and their demeanor reveals a noble arrogance ;

In addition, it is not the official women who are sitting together in the group of Diao Zicheng, and the entrance to Huangu Academy is open to the public. As long as they have the ability to pass the entrance examination, commoner women are not uncommon here.

A smirk appeared in Gu Baozhu's eyes, from this point of view, the only ones among the girls were only him and her.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked at the girl in front of her, and began to take a serious look.

The black-pressed blue silk sees the blue headband and the skirt complement each other, which is neither simple nor extravagant.

Mei Ruoyuanshan has fair skin and a somewhat cold demeanor. The whole person looks like an ink painting painted by a literati, melodious and profound.

The green cloth skirt can hardly conceal its clear frost and arrogance.

Gu Baozhu's eyes flashed with clarity, and his thoughts went back to the night before the school, when his father showed her the list of girls enrolled in the girls' school, and vaguely remembered that No.1 was not an official girl.

If the guess is correct, the person in front of him should be that Shen Lanqing.

His brows and eyes softened subconsciously, and Gu Baozhu pointed at the table beside him casually and casually:

"Sit whatever you want, there is no one here."

Sensing Gu Baozhu's kindness, Shen Lanqing's eyes became colder, and she nodded lightly at her. Yuanshan Handai's facial features became more vivid, her eyes swept over the book in her hand, her eyelashes trembled slightly and she thought:

"Are you interested in pharmacology?"

(End of this chapter)