Crown Jewels

Chapter 71 Deliberately targeting

Song Yan was slightly surprised by Gu Baozhu's domineering appearance, and at the same time, a trace of astonishment flashed across his heart.

Today's Gu Baozhu is not quite the same as usual, with a gold foil flower on his fair forehead, just like ginkgo.

Under the sun, the gold leaf glistened, reflecting the beauty of Gu Baozhu's tight lips.

Let her look more noble and compelling, blooming like a bright pearl.

Song Yan blinked, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He felt that someone like Gu Baozhu.

If you insist on letting her hide her light, it is natural that she can live in Qingbu Ruqun's life.

But in this situation, it seems that the dazzling Dongzhu must be restrained from the dazzling brilliance.

It's just... reckless!
It seems that a person like her deserves to be pampered by gold and jade, and deserves to be cherished and cared for.

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, looking at Song Yan who was thinking about where to go, she became even more angry.

She could no longer hold back her anger, and picked up the books on the table again, even with her dislike, just like that and fell in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, glanced casually at the books on the table, and saw that his own name was registered on it, and the tip of his tongue arched his left cheek, as if he was a little puzzled.

But when Song Yan raised his eyelids and looked at the domineering Gu Baozhu for a few seconds, he silently looked away.

After a while, his eyelashes drooped slightly and his chest trembled, suppressing a smile.

Song Yan's appearance fell into Gu Baozhu's eyes, causing her eyelids to tremble, and she had an inexplicable feeling of an iron fist hitting the cotton.

"Song Yan!"

The woman's voice held back her displeasure, and Song Yan pretended to cough.

"no--"

Looking at Gu Baozhu's domineering face, Song Yan burst out laughing again.

"Princess, you look like—"

"Other people don't know and think..."

I thought some kind of woman came here to catch the rape!
When Song Yan arched his tongue and was about to blurt out the second half of the sentence, he sensed something was wrong and swallowed it in time.

With his right fist touching his lips, Song Yan coughed twice, and quickly changed the subject, looking a little more serious.

"What does the princess think is wrong with the roster?"

"What do others think?"

Seeing his sudden change of attitude, Gu Baozhu felt that there was something in Song Yan's words.

With suspicion on her face, her red lips were pursed subconsciously, and the lips were pushed, and a rosy bead appeared on her lips.

It just so happened that at this time, Song Yan's eyes fell on Gu Baozhu's lips, and that trembling lip fell into his eyes, like a scorching flame.

Song Yan's gaze turned hot as soon as it touched it, and quickly retracted it.

"Nothing, what about the princess?"

Subconsciously looked away, Song Yan didn't look at it, turned to the books on the table from the corner of the eye, and asked Gu Baozhu back.

"The princess gave me the roster of borrowed books, which means—"

Song Yan frowned, and his tone was drawn out with breath, which seemed a little unbelievable.

"Could it be—"

"The princess thinks that I came to Zangshuge to borrow these few books, is there something wrong?"

With such a natural tone, Gu Baozhu subconsciously retorted.

Gu Baozhu endured it, and forced himself to remain calm.

The rhythm of speaking cannot be led by Song Yan all the time.

Not in a hurry to answer, Gu Baozhu left him alone, her gaze fell on the desk, the book Song Yan had been reading with relish before.

Gu Baozhu was quite calm, and slowly took the book in his hand.

Just casually opening the cover of the book, she saw the four large characters "Anthology of Turkic History" on it, which was exactly what she was looking for.

With the corners of her lips slightly raised, Gu Baozhu held the book in her hand contentedly, and only then did she have the time to continue talking to Song Yan next to her.

"What is this nonsense--"

"When did I say there was a mistake in borrowing books?"

Gu Baozhu's attitude made Song Yan laugh out loud.

But Song Yan looked at her posture, but he didn't have the slightest intention to put the book down.

I'm afraid, oh, it's almost robbed!
Song Yan nodded noncommittally, arched his left cheek with the tip of his tongue, and said in a drawling tone.

"Europe--"

"That's it!"

"The princess might as well return the book to Song."

"As for me, I've never been very courageous, and it's better than letting Song make a fool of himself in front of the princess just because of this book."

Song Yan said he was worried, but he looked at Gu Baozhu blatantly, where was there any shadow of cowardice?
Gu Baozhu tightly held the book in her hand, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that she is a princess.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she told herself to pay attention to Tianjia's demeanor.

"Song Yan—"

"This book has been with you for more than a month."

"You have to understand that there are so many scholars in the academy, so if you don't pay it back for a day, others can't borrow it for a day, right?"

"Think about it carefully, isn't it reasonable!"

Song Yan smiled slightly, watching Gu Baozhu shake his head with an absurd look on his face.

He, Song Yan, borrowed books for more than a month and did not return them, which he admitted.

However, according to the rules of the library, whoever borrows the books will naturally belong to them.

As long as the borrowing period is not exceeded, even if the head of the mountain comes, there is no reason to force others to return it, right?

What's more, with such a domineering attitude.

Looking at Gu Baozhu, whose face remained unchanged, Song Yan raised his eyebrows and rubbed his restless forehead.

"The princess is... trying to overwhelm others with power?"

Gu Baozhu tugged at her lips indifferently, and looked at Song Yan.

All of a sudden, she was so blessed that she imitated Song Yan's original demeanor, nodded noncommittally, and then said it as a matter of course.

"Of course I... didn't mean that?"

Even the tone of voice is well learned, which is extraordinarily loose and unruly.

"However—"

"If you insist on thinking that way, I can't help it."

It looks like this!This demeanor!Shabby who?

Song Yan gritted his teeth hard and swallowed a sullen breath.

His eyes fell on Gu Baozhu's smug lips, his eyes were deep and he snorted inexplicably, and she glanced at her and nodded bitterly.

"Row--"

"If the princess wants it, just take it!"

There are many brown bookshelves in Zangshu Pavilion, and Song Yan walks among them, looking inexplicably depressed from the back.

Seeing this, Gu Baozhu was inexplicably relieved.

The sadness left in the absurd dream in the face of Song Yan, as well as the despair she felt when she heard the news of her father's death, seemed to be somewhat dispelled by her childish tit-for-tat confrontation.

At the same time, an absurd idea emerged in Gu Baozhu's mind, but just thinking about it makes people excited, that is:

Use "Song Yan" to defeat Song Yan!
……

In the Zhishi Zhai, the teacher who was teaching was eloquent, and his cadenced voice stopped abruptly with the ringing of the bell.

As soon as the husband stepped out of the teaching room, a group of yawns sounded tacitly.

Gu Baozhu rubbed his numb neck, and closed the "Turkish History Collection" in his hand.

She looked up at Jingyizhai, which was opposite to Zhishizhai outside the window, her eyes flickered slightly, and her hands moved a little faster.

It wasn't the head of the mountain teaching today, but Shen Lan Qingzhi was in the imperial examination, so she followed him to attend.

The male scholars over there have already come out one after another, Gu Baozhu packed up his things and waited at the gate of Jingyi Zhai.

When the male scholars who came and went saw her, they winked tacitly, but no one dared to go up and talk to her, and they all dispersed after booing each other.

The sunlight fell on Gu Baozhu's face through the cracks in the tree branches.

The fair skin and the fine spots showed a bit of broken beauty.

As soon as Song Yan left Jingyizhai, he immediately saw Gu Baozhu under the tree.

When Gu Baozhu heard the movement, he only raised his head and glanced casually, seeing that it was Song Yan who came, he just nodded lightly, and then waited alone with lowered eyelids.

The moment the girl raised her head, the gold leaf on her forehead glistened, and her lips became brighter under the sun.

Song Yan hissed softly, then shook his head slightly.

He would have to be crazy to think that a girl like Gu Baozhu, who was raised in gold and jade, could have anything to do with the word broken.

　Sisters,

　　The first one is offered.

　　I went out to spend a day with my classmates today.

　　As soon as I came back, I edited the essay.

　　it's a little late,
　　Keep everyone waiting,

　　Didn't have time to post
　　Chapter 2 is being edited, post it as soon as it is finished!

　　Keep on waving the flag,

　　Please recommend, ask for a monthly pass, hey, refill
　　
　
(End of this chapter)