Chapter 121 Extra 1: If the school line has not been separated for seven years...

"When you go to school, listen to the teacher's teachings and make more friends."

Grandmother held Song Yanze's hand and walked him all the way to the door. He was ten years old and was about to go to school. There were only a few schools in Kyoto, and there were more children from noble families here, and the students invited were also knowledgeable and talented scholars.

His grandmother was worried that he would be bullied by the children of noble families, and she also wanted him to study under a talented scholar. On the first day, she walked him all the way to the door, watched him walk over the threshold with his short legs, waved to her, and then left.

Song Yanze did not bring his servant with him, but came with a small bag on his back. He did not come early, and most of the young masters in the school were already there, all dressed in gorgeous clothes and embroidered clothes, with several servants in front and behind serving them with writing materials. It was quite a grand occasion.

Song Yanze just glanced at it and didn't care. He found a small empty corner and sat down.

He didn't care about others, but some people noticed the new kid. He was fair and handsome, but he was unruly and didn't even come to say hello.

Seeing his serious look, a few people wanted to go up and tease him, but just as they were about to do so, someone stopped them and raised his chin to signal them to look at the seat next to him.

They immediately settled down and stopped looking for trouble, because the devil would take care of the newcomer.

Song Yanze naturally didn't know all this. He just lowered his head and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the small bag one by one. He spread out the paper and flattened it with his hands.

He worked hard and didn't care about the looks of others who thought he was poor and boring. The Song family was not a poor family, but it was considered noble. However, in the eyes of these marquis' children, they were naturally a small family.

After everything was sorted out, the teacher arrived.

Song Yanze looked up and noticed that besides him, there was only one table with something on it, but no one was there.

"The Jiang family's kid? Not here again?"

The teacher asked casually, frowned as he glanced over, very dissatisfied, but just snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves to start teaching. Song Yanze looked at his neighbor curiously, but saw a dagger by the table leg.

Song Yanze was startled and quickly looked away.

At noon, everyone had left. Song Yanze talked with the teacher for a few more words, which delayed the time. He went back to his seat to pack his small bag. He pushed open the window with all his strength and leaned against it to enjoy the spring scenery of the courtyard.

Boom!

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Song Yanze's eyebrows jumped. He looked around and saw a person fell in the grass.

There was only one plum tree in the courtyard, with its petals falling in clusters. The tree was strong, but no matter how tall it was, it could not withstand people climbing on it.

Song Yanze felt that the man deserved it, but he still walked over with his small bag on his back, supporting his knees to see him.

The man was a teenager, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a high ponytail. He should have been heroic and impressive, but

He fell on his butt and his clothes were all messed up, looking extremely embarrassed.

He pulled aside the bushes, turned his head to look at the person, blinked his black eyes two or three times, then suddenly looked away, looking embarrassed. He didn't even try to pull Song Yanze's hand up, but insisted on turning over.

Song Yanze felt embarrassed, so he withdrew his hand, patted his robe and turned away.

"Hey! Why are you leaving?"

Song Yanze turned around to look at him, then ignored him with his small bag on his back.

"My name is Jiang Tingyuan, what's your name? What's your name?"

Song Yanze threw his name without even turning his head.

"Song Yanze." The voice was cold and hard like a stone.

Jiang Tingyuan's hair was tangled and he took a lot of effort to free himself. He immediately tried to catch up with him, but when he ran all the way to the door, he was nowhere to be seen.

His hair was messy and there were leaves in it, but he was still thinking about the young man just now, whose eyes were clear, yet soft and pure.

Song Yanze...

He chewed the name twice.

On the second day, Song Yanze sat down with his small schoolbag as usual. The teacher also came. Song Yanze subconsciously looked at the seat next to him again.

The "Child of the Jiang Family" is really a god. He never comes for a day...

"You bastard, did you remember it today?"

Just as Song Yanze was thinking, a man came in from the door. He was wearing a black brocade robe. He was only a teenager but very tall. He stood there like an unpolished cold blade, young and full of rebellious habits.

Song Yanze was startled, and the man happened to look at him. He stretched out his hands and let the teacher punish him without caring at all, while his eyes kept drifting over and on Song Yanze...

Song Yanze couldn't help but lower his head to cover his face.

This guy is really a devil. Just because he called out to me a few times yesterday and I didn't respond, it seems like he wants to cause trouble today.

Jiang Tingyuan's hands were swollen, but he shook them off indifferently and walked back with big strides. It looked like he was going to his seat, but in fact he was staring at Song Yanze next to him, and he didn't sit still even after sitting down.

Song Yanze felt uncomfortable at first, but gradually he focused and listened attentively to the teacher's teachings.

Jiang Tingyuan tilted his head to look at him, and took out a rare piece of paper and pen. He reached out and dipped the ink in someone else's inkstone, lowered his head to write, blew it dry, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at Song Yanze.

Song Yanze was startled. He looked up and saw the teacher sitting in the hall with a scroll in his hand, stroking his beard with his eyes closed and speaking in a deep voice.

The small piece of paper was thrown on his desk, but Song Yanze's face felt hot, as if everyone knew that he was not paying attention in class.

He reached out and used his little finger to flick the paper ball, letting it fall to the ground.

Jiang Tingyuan frowned, then smiled at him. Song Yanze felt a chill and turned his head away.

Jiang Tingyuan was holding a pen and writing on paper, and several paper balls were placed on the table. He kept throwing them at Song Yanze, and his movements were too big.

Song Yanze was so angry that he picked up one and threw it back.

“Lawless!”

Song Yanze's face turned pale. He pursed his lips and turned around to see the teacher coming towards him with a ruler in his hand.

Jiang Tingyuan frowned and tutted, then reached out his hand and was hit on the palm. This was the first time for Song Yanze, who had always been a role model in the eyes of his teachers, and was well-mannered and abided by the rules.

He just felt like the sky was falling.

When Jiang Tingyuan saw his expression, the indifferent look on his face froze, and for the first time he showed some helplessness.

"I hit him first, so if you want to punish me, punish me first."

He stood in front of the teacher. The teacher snorted coldly, slapped him lightly, and walked in front of Song Yanze.

"So what do you think? Do you think you should be punished?"

Song Yanze had tears in his eyes. He was young, his eyes were wide and watery, and there was still some pink flesh on his cheeks. He looked so aggrieved.

But he still reached out, thinking that Jiang Tingyuan was extremely hateful, and whispered, "He should be punished."

The Master naturally knew who was primarily responsible, and he simply patted his palm lightly, without using any strength at all, and only hit him once.

Although Jiang Tingyuan spoke for him, this matter was entirely caused by him! Song Yanze felt his palms and cheeks burning, and he tapped the paper desperately, feeling that this stain would never be washed away in this lifetime.

Jiang Tingyuan was like a dog that had been punished for demolishing a house. He lay on the table with his head tilted and kept looking at Song Yanze. He saw that he kept his head down, his ears were red, and his lips were tightly pursed to hold back tears.

Jiang Tingyuan rubbed his palms, which had been hit by at least a dozen boards this morning. Was the old man so cruel? Did he feel hurt?

But he looks young and tender, not as tough as him...

Snap… Snap…

Jiang Tingyuan's eyes widened as he watched tears fall onto the table. Song Yanze cried silently. Jiang Tingyuan stood up as if he had been struck by lightning, looking at him helplessly.

Song Yanze kept his head down, carrying his schoolbag and leaving. Jiang Tingyuan chased after him and called him, and then followed him and bowed his head to apologize quietly, and then kept shouting.

"Yan Ze, Yan Yan, Xiao Ze...it's my fault..."

Song Yanze walked faster and faster. He stepped over the threshold and saw his grandmother from afar. He immediately trotted over and threw himself into her arms.

His grandmother patted his back in surprise and wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

Jiang Tingyuan stood not far away with a guilty look on his face, anxiously buttoning the pattern on his robe, pursing his lips and looking over. Grandmother smiled knowingly, patted Song Yanze, nodded to Jiang Tingyuan, and took his hand back.

Jiang Tingyuan was completely annoyed. Song Yanze completely ignored his existence, gave him flowers and grass, and sometimes even caught butterflies and put them on his desk.

Song Yanze put the flowers and plants back in the backyard, opened the window to let the butterfly go, wiped the table and ignored everyone.

Jiang Tingyuan lay on the table in frustration, looking at him with his head tilted to the side.

How could this happen, he just wanted to be friends with him.

Until the school examination, Song Yanze, the youngest, beat everyone else and won the first place. Jiang Tingyuan... was naturally the last.

He seemed to be in a good mood. Jiang Tingyuan propped up his head and enjoyed looking at his smug expression.

He was happy, but some people were dissatisfied. Several princes from royal families, along with their servants, pushed and shoved him again and again, saying that there was a lake in the courtyard with lush vegetation, and the depth of the lake was unknown.

Song Yanze was surrounded by several people who were teasing him. They pulled his hair, his clothes, and made fun of him, saying that he might be a girl disguised as a man.

Song Yanze was young and was treated harshly in the Song Mansion in his early years. He could not speak well at the age of five, was too hungry to walk, and could only be beaten. He has been better in recent years, but he is still thin and small.

Jiang Tingyuan had just been scolded by the teacher, and came back to look for Song Yanze. After looking around, he couldn't find anyone. He saw that the calligraphy on his desk was only half written, so he knew that he had not left.

"You dare to bite me!" A rough shout was heard, Jiang Tingyuan frowned, pushed open the window and climbed out.

From a distance, Song Yanze was seen grabbing a man and biting him fiercely, and several people surrounded him and wanted to throw him into the lake.

Jiang Tingyuan's mind went blank. He ran over and kicked a man into the lake.

"The demon king is coming, retreat quickly!"

Jiang Tingyuan turned his wrist, smiled a little silly, picked up Song Yanze, who was still biting the person, by the waist, and patted him on the back.

"Brother avenged you, and loosened up. You are not afraid of getting dirty."

Song Yanze relaxed his mouth and looked at him. Jiang Tingyuan grinned at him and Song Yanze turned his head away in disgust.

Jiang Tingyuan asked him to go away, and then he picked up those masters, pulled them to the ground and beat them, and then threw them into the lake.

There were at least eight or nine people, and even if they attacked him together, they would not be his match.

Song Yanze was completely stunned.

Jiang Tingyuan clapped his hands and looked at the drowned rat floundering in the lake.

"If there is any in the future, it won't be thrown into the lake."

He turned to look at a few dumbfounded servants, who quickly turned around and ran away, calling for help to rescue their young master.

The lake was not deep, and the height of these men was only up to their necks when they stood up, but it would be dangerous if Song Yanze went in.

Song Yanze's clothes were in disarray, so Jiang Tingyuan walked over and squatted down to help him tidy them up.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Song Yanze's eyes sparkled and he shook his head violently. "You are amazing."

Jiang Tingyuan coughed lightly and snorted through his nose.

The grandmother also couldn't understand the friendship between the children. A few days ago, the man who beat the quilt and cursed every day at home was brought to her by his grandson by his sleeve and spoke excitedly.

"Grandma, he will be my best friend from now on."

Grandma patted them, smiled and took them back to eat cakes.

Spring goes, autumn comes, and winter passes again.

Song Yanze was the top scorer in the imperial examination at the age of 19. He was dressed in a scarlet robe and rode a horse, attracting the attention of the whole city. Jiang Tingyuan, who was already a general, was dressed in casual clothes and stood on the stage watching him riding towards him with a smile.

Song Yanze waved to him happily. Jiang Tingyuan poured out all the plum blossoms he had picked from the basket on the side and looked at him with a smile.

This time, from their childhood to their fame as teenagers, they were never apart for seven years.

There are still many seven years to come.