Jing Shu called Song Wei over, and now the two are weaving through the crowd, hand in hand. Jing Shu couldn’t help but mutter, "I wonder if the Scholar will co to today’s poetry event?"
The Scholar, Song Zhixiu, is this year’s Champion Scholar, not only is he exceptionally talented, but he often wears white clothes when he appears, looking exceptionally elegant and graceful, like a noble gentleman, a bright pearl of the world.
Jing Shu had only seen him once, just once, and fell in love with him at first sight, always shouting about wanting to marry him.
Jing Shu ca to the poetry event today just to see him.
Song Weiyi saw Jing Shu’s girlish thoughts at a glance, and to confirm her suspicions, she asked, "...Jing Shu, do you want to marry the Scholar?"
Jing Shu blushed and said shyly, "Auntie, why did you say it directly?"
Song Wei replied, "I’m just curious, don’t be angry. If you don’t want anyone to ntion it, I won’t bring it up again in the future."
Jing Shu waved her hand, saying, "It’s fine, I’m not angry, Auntie, don’t misunderstand."
Song Wei said, "Alright, I won’t misunderstand."
Jing Shu added, "If you misunderstand, Uncle will definitely beat to death once he finds out."
Song Wei laughed, "Are you really that afraid of your Uncle? He’s quite a good person!"
Jing Shu replied, "Afraid, why wouldn’t I be afraid? We grew up together, but I only dared to play with Aunt, not Uncle."
"Why is that?" Song Wei was puzzled.
Jing Shu said, "Because Uncle was once raised by the Empress, and she always abused him. He beca soone who doesn’t smile or talk much, so I was especially afraid of him, only recently becoming less afraid."
Song Wei didn’t expect Jun Yu to have such a past. She felt heartbroken and decided to treat Jun Yu well in the future and heal all his inner wounds.
"Alright, let’s not talk about Uncle anymore." Jing Shu pointed to a man in white not far away, "Auntie, look, that’s the Scholar. He’s handso, isn’t he?"
Song Wei followed the direction Jing Shu was pointing and indeed saw the Scholar, Song Zhixiu.
This gentleman was truly handso, looking like a graceful noble. Moreover, he greeted those around him with courtesy and etiquette, appearing very likable.
But what Song Zhixiu is truly like is unknown.
You cannot judge a person solely by appearance.
"Auntie, you don’t know. Song Zhixiu is not only handso, but also talented, perfect for soone like with limited knowledge."
"I must marry him in the future, and I want Aunt to officiate my wedding personally."
Jing Shu folded her arms across her chest, gazing at Song Zhixiu with infatuation, imagining the scene of marrying him in the future, feeling more and more wonderful, and burst into laughter.
But the cold water poured in so tily from above.
Gu Ning had unknowingly appeared behind her and, hearing her words, sneered sarcastically, "Commandery Princess, only you would fancy soone like Song Zhixiu, a false gentleman and genuine scoundrel. You have such poor judgnt and should cleanse your eyesight."
Jing Shu: "..."
"Who is mocking?"
Jing Shu turned to look behind her.
Gu Ning, wearing black, stood behind her, his arms folded across his chest, with a sword in his embrace. His eagle-like sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, seeming to be searching for sothing.
"So it’s you." Jing Shu said, "I didn’t ask you to apologize to , yet you ca knocking at the door yourself? Not only that, but you also mocked ?"
"What gives you the right to mock ? No, what gives you the right to mock my Champion Scholar?" Jing Shu said, angrily, "You should first consider your own worth before constantly mocking others, truly shaless."
"Your Champion Scholar? As far as I know, the Scholar has neither married nor gotten engaged to anyone," Gu Ning said aningfully, "Commandery Princess, who is shaless after all?"
Jing Shu felt embarrassed for a mont, but it was just a mont. She retorted, "Even if it’s not now, it will be in the future. Why can’t I say it?"
"Ha!" Gu Ning gave Jing Shu a look as if there was no hope, "You, girl, you look quite pretty, how co you’re so foolish?"
Having said that, Gu Ning didn’t linger any longer, shook his head, and walked off to continue hunting his prey.
Jing Shu was indignant at his words.
Jing Shu chased after him, "Hey, don’t go! Explain to what you an by calling foolish? Do you think you’re so smart?"
Gu Ning ignored Jing Shu and continued moving forward.
Jing Shu hurriedly caught up and grabbed Gu Ning’s arm, "I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear?"
Gu Ning saw a person he needed to pursue, so he didn’t have ti for Jing Shu and struggled free from her grasp, then quickly chased after the target.
Jing Shu, being incredibly persistent, saw Gu Ning chasing soone, and regardless of any danger, pursued him.
While chasing, she shouted, "Gu Ning, stop!"
Song Wei worriedly called out, "Jing Shu, there are so many people here, don’t run around! What if you get lost, what should I do? Wait for ."
Song Wei chased after them.
Jing Shu didn’t hear Song Wei’s call at all. She was madly chasing Gu Ning everywhere with her mind solely focused on catching him, to the point she didn’t notice a figure in black slowly approaching her.
The man in black suddenly grabbed her, pressing a sharp dagger to her neck, and Jing Shu was terrified. She pleaded, "Spare , hero! Blades are blind, please don’t act impulsively, let’s talk it over."
"Enough nonsense, co with ."
The man in black dragged Jing Shu towards Gu Ning’s direction.
Gu Ning was chasing his quarry and saw Jing Shu being held hostage. He whistled, signaling his companions to continue the chase while he himself approached Jing Shu.
"Gu Ning, save ," Jing Shu cried out, "If you save , I’ll never hold a grudge against you for pushing into the river."
At this mont, Jing Shu only hoped to be rescued, relying solely on Gu Ning.
Gu Ning, being the Martial Scholar, must be quite skilled, surely he could save her from the man in black.
But, but thinking of how there hadn’t been any pleasant interactions between her and Gu Ning, fearing he wouldn’t save her!
If Gu Ning didn’t save her, she really would be dood.
This man in black seed so fierce, the dagger he held was so sharp, he might really stab her like a sieve.
She didn’t want to die so miserably.
"Gu Ning, you have to save !" Jing Shu cried.
The man in black irritably pressed the dagger closer to Jing Shu’s neck and angrily shouted, "...Shut up, cry again and careful I slit you with one stroke."
...Jing Shu instantly beca quiet as a chick, tightly closing her lips, not daring to cry.
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