Chapter 1339: 652 Jiaojiao Takes Action (Two Updates) Chapter 1339: 652 Jiaojiao Takes Action (Two Updates) The sky changed as if on a whim, and a heavy rain poured down before Gu Jiao could even leave the Academy.
Mu Qingchen accompanied her in the gatekeeper’s lodge to shelter from the rain, and neither of them spoke.
Gu Jiao was always a woman of few words, and though Mu Qingchen wasn’t particularly talkative either, he couldn’t quite explain why he was usually willing to speak in front of Gu Jiao.
But perhaps reminded of so sorrowful mories, he fell silent after talking about his childhood playmates, and remained that way until Gu Jiao left.
When Gu Jiao returned ho, nightfall had entirely set in, and the scent of a delicious al wafted from the kitchen.
Madam Nan had made Green Onion Pancakes, and the fragrant sll filled the entire courtyard.
Gu Xiaoshun had already vividly shared the thrilling details of the cuju match with Madam Nan, Master Lu, and Old Master ng. Unlike the usual training spectating, the atmosphere of the field was beyond words.
“Anyway, it was impressive! My sister was especially amazing!”
Everyone at ho was quite happy, and Madam Nan had made a great spread of dishes. Nobody had started eating, all were waiting for Gu Jiao to return.
As soon as Gu Jiao entered, she saw her family waiting for her in the main room. She looked at the people and then at the dishes on the table but instead of saying sothing like “you don’t have to wait for next ti,” she said, “Next ti, I’ll co back earlier.”
Madam Nan smiled, “It’s okay, did you get caught in that heavy rain just now?”
Gu Jiao shook her head, “No, I took shelter from the rain at the Academy for a while.”
Madam Nan gently said, “Go wash your hands and eat.”
“Water is here! Water is here!” Gu Xiaoshun brought a basin of water, running into the room.
After washing her hands, Gu Jiao said, “I’m going to check on Ayan first.”
Madam Nan smiled, “Alright.”
Gu Yan was exhausted from watching the matches all day and had fallen asleep as soon as he got ho. Gu Jiao touched his forehead and took his pulse to ensure there was no serious worsening of his condition before she got up and left.
In the main room, Madam Nan told Gu Jiao, “I’ve pickled so radishes. The next ti you go into the inner city, bring them to Sixth Brother and Jingkong. I used vegetable oil, so Jingkong can eat it too.”
Gu Jiao said, “Thank you, Madam Nan.”
After the al, Gu Jiao washed up and then returned to her room to rest.
Not only was Gu Yan exhausted from the day, but she also felt quite weary and soon fell into a deep sleep.
That night, she dreamt again.
But it was neither a sprawling estate nor a bustling avenue, but behind a range of hills.
She saw the young Duke again.
Actually, it was just a silhouette, but she recognized him.
He wasn’t alone; he was holding the hand of a girl in plain clothes.
In the girl’s hand was a little chestnut-colored pony.
In front of them stood a dozen or so gravestones, with a blank stele on each one.
The sky was grey, and a cold wind howled all around.
The young Duke spoke, “Yinyin, co and kowtow to your grandfather and your uncles. They all held you when you were born, and it was your eldest uncle who nad you. They all adored you.”
“Why are there no nas on the stele?” the girl asked, pointing at the blank steles atop the graves.
The young Duke said, “Because the nas can’t be written.”
The girl asked, “Why? Have their nas been lost?”
The young Duke said blankly, “Yes, their nas have been lost. Yinyin, when you grow up, can you find their nas for your grandfather and uncles?”
The girl said, “Yes, once I find them, I’ll have grandfather’s and uncle’s nas engraved on the stele!”
The young Duke looked off into the distance, “Yes, engraved on the stele. One day, the world must know that beneath this earth lie the sons of Xuanyuan who guarded the mountains and rivers of Dayan.”
…
Gu Jiao woke up in the middle of the night, and the dream faded away, but she rembered more this ti than before—apart from the Duke, there were the dozen or so graves with blank steles.
Gu Jiao was quite puzzled.
The presence of the graves was strange, as was the Duke’s. She had just seen him during the day, and now she was dreaming about him at night.
Could it be that she was fixating on soone just because he was handso?
Gu Jiao scratched her eyebrows, “Is this… like putting a green hat on my husband?”
…
At the Duke Residence, it was a hub of bustling activity, and lights shone brightly everywhere.
The second lady was sweating profusely from her managent of the indoor and outdoor chores.
“Is the dicine Miss Miao asked to be decocted ready?”
“Has the porridge for the second master been started?”
“Hand the joss paper, I’ll burn it myself!”
The Duke was ill, with an unrelenting high fever, and the entire Duke Residence was in disarray. Despite having Miao Ruoxin to treat the Duke, the second lady still secretly burned joss paper for the ancestors, praying they would ensure the eldest brother’s safety and well-being.
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