Chapter 404: Xinyang Princess (two more) (1/2)
Chapter 404 Princess Xinyang (two more)
”Long Yi!”
Until someone called him at the other end, Long Yingwei finally let go of Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao didn't dare to wait for a moment, and fled away!
At the same time that Gu Jiao returned to Bishuihu, Xiao Liulang also returned home from the Hanlin Academy. He was at the well and made a wash of pen.
Gu Jiao walked over slowly.
God knew how afraid she was that Long Yingwei would catch up, and used the energy of the previous life thief’s munitions escape. She sat on the small bench opposite Xiao Liulang, gasping for breath.
Xiao Liulang glanced at her for unknown reasons, and asked, ”What's wrong? What's wrong?”
”...No.” Gu Jiaosheng said irresistibly, ”I just played with charcoal for an afternoon.”
Xiao Liulang is not surprised that she is disguised as a man. She always wears Gu Yan’s clothes when she goes out, and Yao directly makes several sets for her alone.
His gaze fell on Gu Jiao's dark little hand, only as if she was going to play with Xiao Jingkong, there was no doubt about it, but his own expression was in a trance for a moment, as if he had remembered a long time ago.
Gu Jiao noticed Xiao Liulang's daze. She leaned forward slightly, approached him and asked, ”Msang Gong, what's the matter with you?”
Xiao Liulang regained her senses and brought another copper basin to fetch water for her to wash her hands.
”Nothing.” He looked down and said, ”I played when I was a kid.”
But I’m not really playing, I was caught and smashed!
Gu Jiao secretly swears that her little sacks will come in handy one day!
咝——
Hands are sore.
The next day, the family ate breakfast, went to school, and went to school. Gu Jiao happened to have a visit in the morning. It was a patient who had sutured the wound a few days ago. She came to the door to remove the stitches and went on the way with the Hanlin Hospital.
The two took Liu Quan’s carriage to the vicinity of the Imperial Academy.
At this moment, there are all high-value Hanlin officials and Shujishi, the street is blocked, and the carriage can't get in.
Xiao Liulang got out of the carriage.
”I'll see you.” Gu Jiao got out of the carriage as she said.
Xiao Liulang did not refuse.
Along the way, Xiao Liulang remained silent.
”Msang Gong, are you unhappy?” Gu Jiao asked.
”What?” Xiao Liulang was slightly startled.
”You seem to be unhappy lately.” Gu Jiao paused, and corrected her words, ”It's not unhappy, it's just that... I feel worried.”
It's been like this since he rescued his aunt. Gu Jiao recalled it carefully. It seemed that nothing major happened that night. If it hadn't been said, he was probably pinched by Long Yingwei.
Well.
She is also angry.
Her father-in-law can only be pinched by her.
”No.” Xiao Liulang's eyes moved slightly, denying, ”No unhappy.”
Speaking, several Hanlin officials’ conversations sounded in front of them.
”Hey, have you heard that? Princess Xinyang has returned to Beijing!”
”Are you serious? Princess Xinyang really returned to Beijing?”
”What I heard with my own ears, there is still a fake!”
”How could she return to Beijing? Didn't she never come back again in this life?”
”Yes, she is not afraid of being hurt by touching the scene, thinking of the little Hou Ye who was burned to death by the fire?”
……
Those people said that they entered the Imperial Academy, failing to notice that Xiao Liulang and Gu Jiao were behind them.
Xiao Liulang's expression has not changed much, but if he has the heart, he will find his body slightly stiff.
Seeing him look as if nothing had happened, Gu Jiao refrained from asking him.
Send Xiao Liulang to the entrance of the Hanlin Academy and watch him walk in personally. Only then Gu Jiao turned and returned to Liu Quan’s carriage: ”Uncle Liu, I'll go to Zhuque Street.”
”okay!”
Liu Quan drove the carriage to Zhuque Street.
This is one of the streets closest to the imperial palace. It is said that either the old indigenous people or the most powerful and powerful people live on the street.
The family that Gu Jiao was visiting lives at the east end of Zhuque Street. Due to the recent road construction, the carriage could not be driven in either.
”Then I will wait for you here.” Liu Quan said.
”Thank you, Uncle Liu.” Gu Jiao got out of the carriage and walked to the patient's house with a small basket on her back.
It was a thirty-year-old scholar who accidentally injured his right hand for writing. From the back of the hand to the palm of the hand, he made almost a circle, and Gu Jiao stitched a dozen stitches.
He healed well, and Gu Jiao took him off the stitches and moved him.
”How do you feel?” Gu Jiao asked.