Chapter 1298
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Song Zhi withdrew his gaze from the man and didn't pay any more attention to him. He returned to his original seat and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, many scholars gathered around him.
They bombarded him with questions.
All they wanted to know was who was in the pavilion.
He could only wear a smile on his face, but did not say a word.
Everyone found it extremely boring.
Then, they dispersed.
Yuan Jiang pulled him aside and whispered a few questions.
He still kept his mouth shut.
Yuan Jiang had no choice but to keep asking.
At this time, many people had begun to compose poems in the courtyard.
Some even picked up a pen and wrote something on a piece of white paper on the table.
It was much livelier!
Song Zhi was not in the mood at all. He was still thinking about that question.
The question about the 'disciple'.
He did not know whether to agree or not!
It was so frustrating.
At the same time.
Because tonight was Gaoding City's annual lantern festival, Li Cheng naturally would not miss it. He drove the carriage to the old mansion.
He planned to invite Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong to join him.
But when he arrived at the old mansion, he found that no one was there.
Instead, he bumped into the chef that Jing Rong had invited to cook for him.
The chef was in the kitchen, cleaning up.
Before Jing Rong left, he had arranged for the chef to stay and cook for Song Zhi.
"Why is no one here?"
When the chef saw that it was Crown Prince Cheng, he quickly put down his work and said, "They left."
"Left? To the lantern festival? "
"No, they left."
"What left?"
The chef explained, "Young Master Jing and the others left Gaoding early this morning."
Ah!
Li Cheng was dumbfounded.
His lips trembled as he asked, "What did you say? What do you mean left Gaoding? You mean, they left? "
The chef nodded frantically.
Li Cheng did not know what to say for a moment.
They left just like that?
They did not even say a word!
What did they think he was? Was he air?
Rather than reluctance, it was more accurate to say that he was filled with anger.
He lifted his foot and kicked over a wooden bucket filled with water. He clenched his fists and said fiercely, "That's too much!"
He left in a rage!
The chef stood rooted to the ground, looking at the water all over the floor.
It was a mess.
…
After leaving the inn, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu strolled on the street.
The surroundings were very lively.
It was even livelier than the Lantern Festival in Great Lin.
It was indeed good to come out and take a walk!
The two of them walked in front while Lang Po and Bai Yin followed behind.
Lang Po glanced at Bai Yin and said, "I thought you weren't coming?"
Bai Yin: "Aren't you not coming either?"
"My Prince is coming, of course I have to follow."
"My sister is coming, so of course I have to follow."
All right!
Lang Po was speechless.
The few of them strolled to the side of the Literature Bridge and saw the group of scholars on the opposite side.
They were either reciting poems or painting.
It was filled with a strong artistic atmosphere.
The road to Wenqiao had already been sealed, and only those who had received an invitation could pass through.
Many commoners could only watch from afar.
The surrounding people were all discussing.
"I wonder who's hosting this poetry meet today. All the scholars in Gaoding City are here, and even the great scholars are here."
"I don't know who has such a great reputation! It would be great if I could go and take a look. "
"Wenqiao has been sealed off. There's no way to get through."
"He really has a powerful background."
… …
These words reached Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu's ears. The two looked at each other, then tacitly looked at the other side of the river.
They saw Song Zhi sitting in the long corridor.
That bastard is here too!
Lang Po also saw it. He slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot about that! A few days ago, Young Master Song received an invitation to participate in some lantern festival. Turns out it's not a poetry meet organized by scholars! "
How boring.
He turned to Jing Rong and asked, "Young Master, do you want to call him?"
Jing Rong replied, "No need."
"Oh."
At this time, more and more people began to gather around.
Everyone craned their necks to look in that direction.
They were all very curious.
They wanted to see the elegance of those scholars.
Because there were too many people, Jing Rong pulled Ji Yunshu and prepared to leave.
But —
Ji Yunshu suddenly saw a familiar man.
It was the person she bumped into today.
She followed the man's gaze and found that he seemed to be staring at the pavilion.
Her gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the veil hanging outside the pavilion and pierce right into it.
It was very fierce!
Something was wrong.
At that moment, the veil covering the pavilion was lifted.
A few people walked out from inside.
The one leading them was the Second Prince, Na Yan.
She didn't expect him to be here.
The moment he came out, all the students stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.
"So it's the Second Prince."
"I didn't expect it to be him!"
Some were excited, while others were agitated.
There were also some who were trying to get close to him.
They were counting on him to be their backer!
The moment Na Yan walked out of the pavilion, the fierce-looking man in a scholarly robe got up from his chair and walked towards Na Yan, one step at a time.
His hands slowly reached into his sleeves.
It seemed like he had grabbed something.
He passed by one scholar after another, getting closer and closer to Na Yan.
Ji Yunshu suddenly understood.
It was the callus on his palm!
It turned out that he wasn't a scholar at all, but … a killer.
"Not good, that man wants to kill the Second Prince."
What?
Jing Rong looked at her in surprise. "What did you say?"
Ji Yunshu tensed up and pointed at the man. "He wants to kill the Second Prince!"
Ah!
Jing Rong looked at the direction she was pointing at. Sure enough, the man took out a dagger from his sleeve.
When no one was paying attention, he aimed the sharp dagger at Na Yan.
It was a vicious stab.
At this time, Jing Rong could have chosen to ignore it.
But …
Out of instinct, he snatched the lantern from a woman's hand.
He immediately pulled out the long stick that held the lantern.
He threw it in that direction.
It was aimed at the dagger in the man's hand.
The force was just right.
The direction was just right.
The moment the man raised his hand, the dagger was knocked away by the stick.
Then …
The dagger was stabbed into the red wooden stake.
The man was stunned.
The other side's scholars were also stunned!
They fled in all directions.
"Ah!"
The other side of the bridge was in an uproar.
A second after the dagger was knocked away, several scholars jumped out from the crowd. They took out the long swords they had prepared from under the table and aimed at Na Yan.
Na Yan took a few steps back.
The guards rushed over from all directions and rushed forward to protect their master.
"Protect the prince."
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