Crown Jewels

Chapter 73
"For example, Turks..."

Hearing this, Lu Jiuxi shook the hand holding the teacup slightly, and raised his eyes in surprise.

"..."

In recent days, why have I become interested in Turks...

The gentle wind blows over the emerald green leaves, and the rustling sound, accompanied by the rustling sound of the young man turning the pages of a book, is inexplicably harmonious.

Standing outside the gazebo, Gu Baozhu looked at Song Yan leaning against the stone pillar just like when he left, with serious eyes.

The book "Anthology of Turkic History" in his hand was only the last few pages left by the time he left.

Seeing Gu Baozhu standing beside him, Song Yan closed the book and stood up quickly.

Song Yanjian walked to her side, his gaze fell on the silk bag carried on Gu Baozhu's shoulder, he paused for a while, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go, go to your Zhuangzi—"

"You lead the way!"

After thinking about it, Gu Baozhu reminded her again.

"We have to take the path, and it's best not to be spotted by others."

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and there are many rugged and steep rocks.

Song Yan directly took Gu Baozhu's silk bag and held it in his hand.

Then, he helped Gu Baozhu find a solid wooden stick, two steps ahead of her to explore the way.

When the two returned to Zhuangzi smoothly, Gu Baozhu's forehead was already sweating.

The sky is filled with orange rays, showing the color of this hour.

Not daring to delay any longer, the two came directly to the school grounds.

Song Yan was the first to take out the archery target and longbow arrows, and put them upside down in his hands.

Taking advantage of this gap, Gu Baozhu coughed symbolically, glanced at Song Yan, and said casually:

"Song Yan—"

"Ok?"

"I think you're good at riding—"

"If you don't even have archery, can you teach me?"

The girl in the sunset glowed with light in her eyes, and she was definitely looking at herself.

Where can I still see the disdainful face when I was grabbing books with myself in the academy.

Song Yan felt it was funny in his heart, but the corners of his lips were tense instead.

His eyes turned around her face, and then he spit out two words lightly.

"no--"

When Gu Baozhu heard the words, the hope in his eyes slowly retracted, and he simply responded.

Song Yan picked up the arrow on the ground, paying attention to the movement behind him.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu was not disappointed or frustrated, he raised his eyelids and looked at her.

The next moment, his back was slightly stiff, and Song Yan could clearly see that Gu Baozhu's white eyes, which could not be retracted in the future, revealed a vague dislike.

Let's talk about that expression clearly.

He, Song Yan, is a big man, yet he is so stingy!

Song Yan choked, his teeth got knotted and he almost bit his tongue.

After all, he is a princess, and the manners of the Tian family have all been imitated in the stomach of a dog?
After a while, the tip of the tongue licked the back molars.

Begging him to teach you how to ride, you won't say a few more words, right?

Gu Baozhu took the bow and arrow from Song Yan, too lazy to think about the previous topic.

After warming up, take the bow and draw the string, aim at the target, and concentrate on practicing.

After observing carefully for a while, Song Yan saw that Gu Baozhu had basically entered the state.

He simply took out a short dagger from his waist, chopped a piece of bamboo and peeled it, and then carved it simply.

The sound of swishing bows and arrows accompanied by fine carvings, and the sound of knives and daggers colliding, sounded a little harmonious at this time.

After practicing bow and string for half an hour, Gu Baozhu's arms were slightly swollen, and his complexion was naturally red.

She put down the longbow in her hand and tried to breathe calmly.

When Gu Baozhu came to Song Yan's side, he saw that the last knife fell, and the original bamboo had been cut and carved into a lifelike short knife.

Song Yan lowered his eyes and looked at it for a moment, then nodded slightly in satisfaction.

Then, he directly lifted up the blue Confucian robe of the academy, revealing the blue satin boots inside.

Upon closer inspection, Song Yanzai actually sewed interlayer leather on the back of the boots, opening up a square space by himself.

Gu Baozhu couldn't take his eyes off it, and the next thing he saw was Song Yan inserting the short bamboo knife into the leather interlayer at the back of the boots.

The long knife was hidden in the leather, only half of the handle was exposed, very concealed.

The pupils shrank slightly, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

The woman in the dream knelt in front of the young general with determination in her eyes.

She held a silver wine cup in her left hand, quickly pulled out a pistol from the back of the general's boots with her right hand, and slammed the porch door hard...

"The county master..."

Song Yan waved his hand, looked at Gu Baozhu who was trembling slightly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Song Yan..."

Gu Baozhu's throat felt dry, and he glanced at his boots.

"Your boots, why?"

Following Gu Baozhu's gaze, Song Yan raised his eyebrows, took out a short bamboo knife from the interlayer, and explained patiently in a very light tone.

"Don't be afraid, princess, this is just a piece of broken bamboo."

Song Yan took out the short bamboo knife to let Gu Baozhu see clearly, trying to ease her fear.

Although the short bamboo knife is rough, the blade is smooth and the handle is polished smoothly.

Gu Baozhu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his emotions had returned to calm.

She looked at the leather interlayer with nothing but curiosity in her eyes.

"Will others know where the dagger is hidden?"

Song Yan was slightly stunned, glanced at the dagger in his hand, and shook his head resolutely.

"How is that possible?"

"Life and death are uncertain on the battlefield—"

"When the weapons are exhausted and you have to fight the enemy to the death, this is the last resort to save your life."

"If someone else finds out, wouldn't it be your own life...?"

Song Yan rubbed the handle, subconsciously said what was in his mind, but stopped abruptly halfway.

Glancing at Gu Baozhu, Song Yan seemed to be reacting to something, his tone paused slightly, his face a little uncomfortable.

He clenched his fist with his right hand, coughed lightly against his lips, reinserted the dagger into the leather, with a casual posture, mercifully ignoring Gu Baozhu.

"Since the princess accidentally saw that Song has always been big-hearted, he didn't care too much about it with the princess."

Gu Baozhu looked at the idle boy, complexities flashed across his brows...

The twilight was dark and dark, and the night slowly opened.

Song Yan looked at the palm-sized food box in his hand, recalling what Gu Baozhu said before he left, a little strangeness appeared in his eyes.

Why did he feel that Gu Baozhu's attitude before leaving was not right.

It's even unprecedented...Leaving him a box of pastries?

and.

When looking at himself, it seems that...

Don't you feel disgusted like that?

This recognition made Song Yan curl his lips in a good mood.

He carefully opened the carved wooden box, revealing four neatly arranged milk yam cakes.

The fragrance of the pastry was accompanied by a bit of sweetness, which made Song Yan subconsciously frown.

But also ninja temperament, very carefully pinched a piece of white cake and put it between his lips.

The sweetness of yam is accompanied by rich milk, and the taste spreads on the tip of the tongue.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and felt for the first time that the taste seemed to be pretty good.

But after the second piece, he felt a little too sweet.

Song Yan took a sip of the bitter tea habitually, temporarily suppressing the taste in his mouth.

In this way, reluctantly accompanied by tea, I ate four pieces of milk yam cake honestly.

The wind is blowing at night, and the temperature in the mountains has brought a bit of coolness.

Song Yan wiped the sweat from his brow, and performed two sets of punches in a row, before washing up and returning to the wing.

The flame of the candlestick went out, and Song Yan lay on the couch.

Looking at the beads hanging on the bed curtain, he closed his eyes and waited quietly for sleep.

It also seems... also waiting for something unknown.

After a while, his pupils dimmed.

The moment you close your eyes, you will fall into a dream!

The green hills were verdant, and Song Yan was dressed in military uniform, standing under the pine and cypress trees, with serious eyes and serious expression.

(End of this chapter)