The man got up and left with slow steps.
He looked gloomy and gloomy.
He looked like a boneless body.
Song Zhi wanted to catch up with him and ask what was going on.
But as soon as he stood up, Fang Tong and Jang Wen came over with the books they had fetched.
They stopped him.
"Brother Song, let's go."
He shouted.
But Song Zhi looked over the two "obstacles" in front of him and followed the figure of the mysterious man.
Until the man disappeared in the crowd!
He disappeared!
"Brother Song?"
"…"
There was no answer.
Fang Tong and Jang Wen looked at each other in confusion, so they followed Song Zhi's gaze.
They didn't find anything unusual.
They didn't know what he was looking at.
So Fang Tong nudged him with his arm, "Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"
Song Zhi came to his senses and his eyes shook a few times.
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"I … I'm fine!"
"I thought something was wrong with you. It's getting late. Let's go."
"Okay."
Before leaving, Song Zhi looked for the figure of the man again in the crowd.
He couldn't be found at all!
It was as if the man had never appeared at all.
When the three of them went out of Elm Pavilion, it was already dark.
This street was a bit remote. There was snow on the road and the cold wind was blowing at night, so there were basically no people passing by, which was a sharp contrast with the bustling Elm Pavilion.
Fang Tong asked, "Brother Song, we're going back to the literature house now. Which way do you live? Let's see if we're going the same way. "
"That way!" He pointed in a direction.
"Then we're not going the same way. Let's go that way."
"Then we'll say goodbye."
"It's fate that we met today. We'll live in the literature house. You can come to us at any time."
Song Zhi nodded, "Okay!"
"Goodbye."
Fang Tong and Jang Wen said goodbye and left with the stack of books they got from Elm Pavilion.
Song Zhi stood there and stared at their backs for a long time.
He was deep in thought …
The words of the mysterious man still lingered in his ears.
They lingered for a long time!
"You'd better … not be with them."
That voice was especially gloomy.
It made people feel cold.
Why did that man say this to me?
He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't make any other guesses.
It was already very late. If she was any later, Jing Rong and the others would start worrying about her.
Of course, they probably didn't even notice that he hadn't returned.
Thinking of this, he could not help but smile.
Only then did he leave.
At this time, in a room at the end of the second floor of the Tong Yu Pavilion.
There were two people sitting at the table!
A guard stood at the side.
With a smile on his face, Xue He poured a cup of tea for the person in front of him, looking very flattering.
He said, "Actually, you can leave this poetry competition to me. Second Prince doesn't have to go personally."
His tone was obviously much weaker than before.
The person sitting opposite him was the second prince, Nayan!
This poetry meet was also organized by him!
Na Yan didn't respond. Instead, he picked up the teacup in front of him and gently swirled it a few times, his sharp eyes staring at the tea in the cup.
After a long time …
"Who was that person just now?"
"Just now?"
"The one who matched your poem."
Xue He immediately replied respectfully, "That person is called Song Zhi."
"Song Zhi? That's a good name. " Na Yan seemed to be impressed. "To be able to match your poem, he must be a very knowledgeable person."
Xue He asked, "Your Highness, are you going to recruit him?"
"Recruit? I didn't say that. "
Xue He's heart skipped a beat.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
Silence!
He knew that the Second Prince hated it when people tried to guess what he was thinking.
As such, he immediately stopped himself! Na Yan drank the tea in his cup and stared at Xue He, saying, "A year ago, your uncle helped me. I am only promoting you because of him. As such, you don't have to worry about the court examinations. Just focus on preparing for them. But you have to remember that if you want to be a senior.
You have to rely on your own abilities! The person I like cannot be a wastrel! “
The person I like cannot be a wastrel!
Xue He's expression turned serious as he said seriously, "I will remember what Your Highness has said. Thank you for your appreciation. I will work hard and become the top scorer in the court examinations. In the future, I will work for Your Highness wholeheartedly."
Every word was sincere!
However, Na Yan only smiled. No one could guess what he was thinking.
Xue He did not dare to guess either. In front of the Second Prince, he had to learn to hide his abilities!
This was the way of survival for a smart person.
Na Yan put down his teacup and walked to the window.
The window was open.
The snow outside had stopped. Looking out, one could see the snow on the roofs glowing silver in the dark.
The light slowly spread until it dissipated...
He tapped his fingers on the windowsill and said with his back facing Xue He, "That's all I need to hear."
He waved his hand.
He gestured for him to leave.
Xue He immediately stood up, not daring to stay any longer.
He cupped his hands, "Then I will take my leave."
He slowly retreated. After he left, the guard who had been standing by the side walked up to Na Yan and said, "Your Highness, this Xue He was a student of Marquis Pingyang six years ago. I heard that he was very talented. However, for some reason, he failed the examinations and left Gaoding. Six years later, because of his uncle, he entered the residence of Your Highness.
Because of uncle-in-law, he entered the Prince's mansion. I'm just afraid that … he has other intentions! "
After all, Marquis Pingyang was on the side of the Third Prince.
Na Yan smiled, "A person who was chosen by Marquis Pingyang and accepted as a student must be a smart person. A smart person must know that if he is disloyal, he will end up … dead."
The guard nodded.
He agreed.
But he did not understand. He asked, "But Your Highness, do you really believe that he can enter the top three? If he couldn't do it six years ago, he might not be able to do it six years later! "
Na Yan's eyes were fixed on the window. He asked in a low voice, "Do you know … why he failed the examinations six years ago?"
"I don't know."
"It was because of a person. A person who was also a student of Marquis Pingyang."
"Who?"
"Du Mubai!" Na Yan smiled.
The guard was silent.
Na Yan took a deep breath, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Tomorrow, I will go to the palace to see my father. It's time for me to make a fuss about the assassination in the Third Prince's residence!"
The corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile!
The next day.
Before dawn, Na Yan arrived at the gate of the palace.
He bumped into the Third Prince, Na Tuo.
When Na Tuo saw him, he walked over and sneered, "Imperial Brother, you are so early!"
"I dare not waste time."
Haha!
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