Chapter 88 (1/2)

The carriage with the indigo curtains left along the stone path in the wetlands. The seemingly flat stone path was actually irregular, which could prevent someone's shoe sole from slipping, but caused the carriage wheels to b.u.mp and shake. Lee Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang, was in a daze inside the carriage with her two hands supporting her jaw. Due to the violent shaking, she became a little annoyed, and her aversion of Ning Que grew.

In fact, her real purpose of coming to the Academy today was to visit Ning Que, not for other affairs.

She wondered what the lad, who once accompanied her back to Chang'an from the gra.s.sland, had become. She was curious about the lad's special skill. In the past, Ning Que rejected her recruitment, and then he was appreciated by Xu Chongshan after his cooperation with Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Chao in that b.l.o.o.d.y, rainy, and windy spring night.

The most direct reason was that she had heard an odd rumor about two students who had gone to the second floor of the old library out of pique. When the princess found out that one of them was Ning Que, it reminded her of Lyu Qingchen's comment on the lad. She had been unable to repress her curiosity and decided to pay a visit.

It was still that common but young and clean face, with the same freckles and shallow dimples. However, his face was much paler than before and he looked very unhealthy.

Somehow, she felt a little bit annoyed when she looked at Ning Que's pale face and his obstinate and cynical expression. If Zhong Dajun had not said those sarcastic words and if they had not enraged her, she would not have summoned him.

When Ning Que walked inside the old library, the expressions on the other students were entirely different from before. They now looked full of shock and confusion. They silently wondered if there was anything wrong in the Academy roster, and that if the lad was actually, as the original hearsay had suggested, from a n.o.ble family in Qinghe Prefecture, instead of a soldier from a border town, the City of Wei. They could not figure out why Princess Lee Yu would know him and even especially summon him beside the carriage and say a few words if his real ident.i.ty was not what they had thought.

Situ Yilan, who was looking at him curiously with her head slightly inclined, was trying to guess his relations.h.i.+p with the princess. Meanwhile, Jin Wucai, looking a little ashamed, hid behind Situ Yilan and did not dare to look at him. Princess Lee Yu had argued for Ning Que in person, who would dare to question him further? Zhong Dajun had disappeared out of sight due to embarra.s.sment. Xie Chengyun just stood outside the crowd, with a pale face and lonely expression.

Chu Youxian walked toward Ning Que and looking at him in surprise. He praised in a low voice, ”No wonder Mistress Jian did not accept your taels of silver. I never imagined that you had such backing. Considering the girls' temperaments, it probably wouldn't work even if the prince spoke up for you today. Only the Fourth Princess Lee Yu would be able to keep them in line.”

Upon hearing the words, Ning Que became interested and asked, ”Why?”

”The reason is very simple. The so-called girl army in Chang'an... was actually founded by the fourth princess in her childhood out of boredom. These n.o.ble girls like Situ Yilan, all played with and were trained by the princess when they were very young,” Chu Youxian said with a laugh.

Ning Que just laughed and made no move to explain his relations.h.i.+p with Lee Yu. Though he did not intend to show off whatever relations.h.i.+p he had with the princess, he was pleased to enjoy some advantage by not coming forward to clear up the relations.h.i.+p that he had with Lee Yu.

When Xie Chengyun saw Ning Que walking toward the second floor, he eventually moved. He slowly entered the old library, ignoring other people's dissuasion. With his hands holding the handrail and his body continually trembling, Xie Chengyun trudged up step by step.

Ning Que, held the thin book Primary Exploration on Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow in his hands but made no move to unfold it. As Xie Chengyun went past him to the end of the bookshelf and sat down with knees crossed as usual, Ning Que suddenly said, ”You might have your own pride, but I have my own need. We are in totally different positions. You are a favored talent while I am just a common person fighting for survival. I'd advise you to avoid losing your own life due to the unnecessary and meaningless fight with me.”

When Xie Chengyun went past Ning Que and saw that Ning Que had not opened his book, he thought that the lad was angry with his silence downstairs and wanted to continue their fight. He had not expected Ning Que's words. The intelligent South Jin talent, looking at the book's page on his knee after a long silence without any thought, eventually stood up, holding the wall with difficulty. Then, after a long bow, he slowly walked downstairs.

Ning Que held the thin book and walked to the end of bookshelves, which was closer to the west windows, so he could keep enjoying the afternoon sun. He sat down on the warm floor where Xie Chengyun had sat cross-legged. After some time with his eyes closed, Ning Que gently rubbed his pale and thin cheeks and then opened his book to read with a smile.

”It may be helpful if you take some notes even though you can't take them away.”

Beside several new branches of old trees at the east window, a female professor in a light-colored robe was thoroughly engrossed in her regular script in small characters. If Ning Que was not sure that he had heard a voice, he would have doubted whether she had opened her mouth or not.

Slightly shocked, he stood up and walked to the table beside the west window. Staring at the writing brushes, ink sticks, paper, and ink stones, he sat down after a long thought. Later, he picked up an ink stone and began to grind the ink in fresh water.

They were not allowed to copy any books in the library. Besides, transcribing the characters of the divine talisman into normal characters on paper would not work. Ning Que had tried meditating. As he tried to turn the flas.h.i.+ng memories into common characters on paper, the characters in his brain quickly scattered like smoke, unable to materialize.

Furthermore, according to the rules of the old library, the books could not be left with any traces. Ning Que had no idea whether the instructors would discover something unusual if he played some tricks, though he never tried playing such tricks these days. Countless cut-throat battles over the years had long taught him a lesson: When you were confronted with mountains that must be conquered, any petty tricks would look very stupid; in such a situation, all you needed was the great wisdom that was close to stupidity and simpleness.