Crown Jewels

Chapter 90

Song Yan looked down at her, and kept stirring the porcelain spoon with his right hand.

For a long time, Song Yan only hummed lightly as the heat dissipated in the air and had nowhere to rest.

"The princess is golden and precious, so she is naturally delicate and frail—"

"Song is different, this temperature is not enough to—"

Song Yan's words were simple, but Gu Baozhu choked when he heard it.

No matter how she tasted it, she felt that there was something in Song Yan's words, which was an insinuation of her.

Where is she, to offend this master?

Too lazy to argue with him, Gu Baozhu took out a square handkerchief from his sleeve, raised his head and was about to take the porcelain bowl in Song Yan's hand.

After a while, it shouldn't be too hot.

The moment she stretched out her right hand, she didn't know if it was Gu Baozhu's illusion, but she felt that Song Yan's face darkened twice again.

However, the moment his right hand was about to touch the dishes, Song Yan raised his hand to avoid it.

The porridge that was about to reach his mouth flew away in a blink of an eye, Gu Baozhu closed his eyes, he couldn't bear it any longer.

After a long while, the corners of his lips curled into an arc, exuding a somewhat aggressive aura, revealing the faint Tianjia demeanor.

"Song Yan—"

"Don't forget the agreement between us."

Gu Baozhu pointed back and forth between herself and Song Yan, her momentum undiminished.

"Between you and me, I will always be your master!"

Seeing Gu Baozhu's focused eyes with compelling stubbornness, Song Yan let out a sneer in his throat.

He glanced at Gu Baozhu's pale and bloodless lips, scooped out half a spoonful of porridge, and delivered it to her lips, his voice still cold and slightly mocking.

"It's hard for the princess to remember—"

"Song thought that the noble princess had forgotten too much."

"Since the princess still remembers this incident, he must also understand that the grasshoppers on the same rope share the same fate."

Seeing Gu Baozhu swallow the clear porridge from the porcelain spoon, Song Yan scooped out the spoon again and brought it to her lips, and then finished the remaining words in one breath.

"If the Princess is unwell next time—"

"It's better to be able to remember like today, there is another 'grasshopper' beside the princess."

Another person who shares the same breath and fate.

"after all--"

"Gu Baozhu, I'm standing right next to you!"

When you feel unwell, I will stand by your side!
After saying this, Song Yan's movements paused slightly, and he looked at Gu Baozhu with a certain kind of frightening warning.

Gu Baozhu choked again on the sarcastic words that he was about to utter.

Since the words were spoken by Song Yan, she could understand them.

Covering up the uncomfortable embarrassment below, Gu Baozhu swallowed the porridge submissively again.

But subconsciously, she felt that Song Yan was really messing around and taking too much care.

In the final analysis, between him and her, they are only temporary allies based on shared interests.

But in order to save their own lives, each has its own plans.

But when she raised her eyes to meet Song Yan's unrelenting gaze, Gu Baozhu pouted.

Clearing his throat, Gu Baozhu reluctantly explained a few words in order to maintain the friendship between them.

"do not worry--"

"Next time if there is an accident between you and me."

"If it's a big deal, we will advance and retreat together, and we will never let the other grasshopper be useless."

As soon as the words were finished, Gu Baozhu looked up, and Song Yan's expression softened.

Song Yan raised his hand to touch Gu Baozhu's forehead, and the burning heat before coma was no longer there.

He put down the porridge bowl, and brought soup and medicine from the warm stove in the small kitchen in the cubicle.

When Gu Baozhu swallowed all the bitter soup, his heart that had been hanging all night was completely let go.

Helping her lay the bedding again, Song Yan patted the soft pillow lightly to signal her to lie down.

Gu Baozhu hesitated for a long while and finally followed suit, but there was obviously no intention of closing his eyes and brewing sleep in his eyes.

Covering the quilt for her, Song Yan straightened his waist and stood up, looking down at Gu Baozhu, as if he knew what she was going to say, and raised his brows slightly.

"Don't worry, Princess—"

"Over there at the academy, I have sent someone to send a letter to Miss Shen, she knows what to do."

"The people at the Orange Garden only thought that the princess was resting in the academy's dormitory, and they definitely didn't notice any clues."

Under the candlelight, Song Yan's eyes were black and blue with a faint shadow.

Gu Baozhu nodded slightly, and suddenly felt that Song Yan was quite reliable, and staying with smart people would indeed save a lot of effort.

Sensing the gaze staring at him, Song Yan looked over with slightly lowered eyes.

I saw that Gu Baozhu didn't know what to think, the corners of her eyes were raised slightly, and the raised Danfeng's eyes were astonishingly bright.

The porcelain-white and clean little face was covered by the sky-blue brocade quilt.

It made her lose her usual brilliance and punish her delicate frailty more.

Song Yan turned his eyes slightly, and landed on the azure brocade quilt that Gu Baozhu was holding, his pupils were slightly darker, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly undetectable.

As a matter of expediency, when Gu Baozhu passed out, Song Yan only cared about asking the doctor for medicine, and directly placed her on his bed.

Looking at it now, something is wrong.

But up to now, Song Yan has not been so pedantic that he has the plan to let Gu Baozhu drag his sick body to change rooms again.

At this time, Gu Baozhu's consciousness has long gone astray, and his whole mind has returned to the seemingly real dream just now.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly remembered the ending of the nightmare just now.

Because of Song Yan's nonsense just now, the dull pain in her head disappeared slowly at some point.

When Gu Baozhu raised his eyes again, he realized that Song Yan had already left the bed and was about to exit the door frame.

"Song Yan—"

Pulling back the bed curtain, Gu Baozhu hurriedly called out.

Seeing Song Yan's body turned back again, she hurriedly said: "Song Yan, can you help me get some pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

Sensing Song Yan's disapproving eyes, Gu Baozhu fought hard.

"I really don't feel sleepy now, so I can't keep my eyes open until dawn."

Thoughts were in a mess in his mind, Gu Baozhu thought to use some pen and ink to sort out his thoughts.

Hearing this, Song Yan raised his eyelids, hissed his left cheek with the tip of his tongue, and saw the stubbornness in Gu Baozhu's eyes.

Knowing that he couldn't resist, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "There is only half an hour left—"

"When the time comes, turn off the lights and go to sleep..."

Day and night rotate, and the dawn of the day comes quietly.

Inside the house, the orange flames in the brazier danced, and the white and black rice paper slowly turned into ashes in the high temperature.

Gu Baozhu's brows were immersed in the orange light of the fireworks, and his eyes were slightly black and blue, but his spirit was very good.

Gu Baozhu's thoughts were also being sorted out thoroughly while the flames were extinguishing.

"Deng deng deng-"

There was a knock on the door, and the aroma of rice came along with the heat of clear porridge.

Gu Baozhu stood up and opened the door, and met Song Yan with the same dark eyebrows.

When he looked at himself, his eyes were filled with disapproval.

"The princess is so energetic, she doesn't sleep all night, but she can still be so energetic—"

A strange voice came, and the sarcasm in Song Yan's tone could be heard.

Gu Baozhu served the porridge, knowing that she was wronged, coughed a little uncomfortable.

"Song Yan—"

"Your porridge came just in time, and I happened to be hungry."

Gu Baozhu's eyes twitched lightly, took the soup spoon and scooped out two bowls of clear porridge, handed one of the bowls to Song Yan, and then lightly poked his own mouth.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, Gu Baozhu's slightly dry lips were soaked in the clear porridge, revealing a bit of gorgeous lip color in his eyes, but he couldn't see a bit of grayness on his face that hadn't slept all night.

In the nasal cavity, the salty aroma of preserved eggs and lean meat overflows.

Gu Baozhu squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and praised Song Yan beside him.

Song Yan just stirred the clear porridge absent-mindedly, hummed briefly out of compassion, and then drooped his eyelids, his face full of insignificance.

But in the shadow under the young man's long eyelashes, there is steam.

The corners of Song Yan's lips curled up slightly, and the original impatience slowly dissipated.

In the life of the academy, the morning light intersects with the night, and the bells and drums ring regularly with the morning chime.

(End of this chapter)