The daughter's inner voice just now did not say that what happened to An'er tomorrow happened in his previous life, but was the content of the nightmare he just had.
Through dreaming you can see what will happen in the future.
This is obviously foreknowledge.
I didn’t expect that my daughter was not only a reborn person, but could also have predictive dreams and predict the future!
Her daughter is so amazing!
She actually has such an amazing daughter!
Ye Peizhu's heart trembled, and she held Song Jiujiu's curled up little hand with her bare hands and swore silently in her heart.
She will definitely protect her daughter in this life!
I will never let anyone know my daughter's secret!
In the evening, after Prince Kang returned home, Ye Peizhu told him that his fifth son was going up the mountain the next day.
"Your Majesty, I am a little panicked. Let's have our most powerful guards accompany An'er to the mountain to protect him tomorrow."
Seeing his wife's serious expression, Prince Kang quickly agreed and immediately called the guards to give them some instructions.
Ye Peizhu felt a little relieved.
This time the guard was protecting An'er, who was also An'er's classmate.
As long as the guards destroyed the poetry book and escorted An'er's classmates down the mountain safely, what happened afterwards would not have happened!
The next day.
Song Le'an took his guards and dressed up as servants to go to the Imperial College.
The Imperial College is divided into four classes: Tiandi, Xuan and Huang, and Song Le'an is in the Huang class.
This time, more than 20 students from their Huangzi class will go up the mountain and walk in the snow together.
Song Le'an is lively and generous. He has a good relationship with his classmates and everyone is his friend.
Thinking of his sister's precognitive dream, Song Le'an looked at the smiles on his classmates' faces, and his own smile faded a little.
Since everyone is a friend, why would that person want to harm him?
"Ale, what's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Classmate Dong Zhuo came over and asked Song Le'an in a low voice.
Song Le'an raised his eyes to glance at Dong Zhuo, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, I was dreaming all the time last night and didn't sleep well."
"You can have a good rest after we come down from the mountain, Ale. I have something good for you later."
Dong Zhuo pursed his lips and gave Song Le'an a mysterious smile.
An, you have so many friends, but you are my only friend.
After today, we will be each other's best friends.
Dong Zhuo's last words made Song Le'an's eyelids twitch.
Could it be Dong Zhuo who gave him the poetry book?
Dong Zhuo was the illegitimate son of the Minister of Rites. Because of his status as a illegitimate son, he was low-key and taciturn, and was even isolated by other students in the yellow class.
He always liked making friends and didn't care much about the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. As long as he felt that the other person was someone he could be friends with, even a beggar would become his friend.
So he took the initiative to become friends with Dong Zhuo, and also tried to gradually integrate Dong Zhuo into the Huangzi class.
Dong Zhuo is now obviously much more cheerful than before.
If the person who gave him the book of poems was really Dong Zhuo...
If the person who used him to harm his classmates was really Dong Zhuo...
"Ale, what's wrong with you? Hey, did you bully Ale?"
Other classmates came over, stared at Dong Zhuo and pushed him away with their hands.
Dong Zhuo staggered back two steps and lowered his eyes to hide his jealousy.
"I didn't bully Ale."
"Go away, go away! A bastard's son is dreaming of becoming Ah Le's friend!
Several classmates gathered around Song Le'an and pushed Dong Zhuo out of their circle.
Song Le'an looked at Dong Zhuo with his head down and a look of sadness all over his body, and stood up reluctantly.
"Don't be like this, Dong Zhuo is our classmate and our friend. Okay, it's almost time, everyone get ready to go."
Song Le'an smoothed things over and no one said anything.
He came to Dong Zhuo to comfort him as usual.
"Azhuo, everyone is just being too blunt. There's no ill intention. Let's go."
Dong Zhuo raised his head and smiled at Song Le'an, "Well, Ah Le, I don't care what others say now. As long as you treat me as a friend, I will be very happy."
"Of course, we are friends."
The students took a horse-drawn carriage to the foot of the mountain outside the capital. Early this morning, the chief academic officer of the Imperial College sent people to clear the snow on the mountain road that the students were going to take.
And it didn't snow today, and there was even sunlight shining through the thick clouds.
It can be said that it was a blessing from heaven.
There is a pavilion halfway up the mountain. The chief priest also sent people to set it up in advance, with a stove, cakes, tea and everything else.
Sitting around the fire, drinking hot tea, admiring the white snow and winter plum blossoms, and then improvising poetry, it is simply beautiful!
The students all knew that there was a pavilion halfway up the mountain, so they all climbed up with all their might.
At first, Song Le'an and several other students rushed forward and climbed up happily.
But Dong Zhuo sprained his ankle halfway and could not climb very fast.
Song Le'an has many friends, but Dong Zhuo's only friend is Song Le'an.
Naturally, Song Le'an was the only one willing to accompany Dong Zhuo to slowly climb up.
So the two fell behind.
Dong Zhuo apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, Ah Le, if it weren't for me, you would have climbed halfway up the mountain."
"No need to apologize, you don't want to get hurt. It's okay, we'll just climb up slowly. It would be even better if the impromptu poetry is over by the time we get there.
You know, I'm not very good at impromptu poetry."
Song Le'an said with a smile, but there were complicated emotions in his eyes.
"Yes, Ah Le, do you remember when we were in the Imperial College, I said I had something good to give you?"
Song Le'an's heart tightened, and he tried hard to control the smile on his face, "Remember, what good thing is it? Are you going to give it to me now?"
Dong Zhuo nodded, took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Song Le'an.
"Is this a book?"
Song Le'an's breathing quickened a bit. He took the booklet and flipped through two pages.
It really is a book of poetry!
"It's a poetry book. Aren't you not good at impromptu poetry? And you said you were afraid of being embarrassed by not being able to compose a poem in public?
You can hurry up and recite a few poems later so as not to embarrass yourself."
Every word Dong Zhuo said seemed to show concern for Song Le'an.
Song Le'an took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound normal. "Azhuo, could it be that you wrote all these poems?"
"Yes, no one has seen these poems yet, so just memorize them without worry, Ale."
Dong Zhuo patted Song Le'an's shoulder in a friendly manner.
Song Le'an put the poetry book in his arms, and said meaningfully, "Azhuo, you are indeed my good friend. You think so much of me."
Dong Zhuo smiled, "Of course. After all, you are my only good friend."
When the two climbed halfway up the mountain, the other students were already sitting in the pavilion waiting for them.
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