"Ale, come here quickly, we're waiting for you!"
Someone shouted, completely ignoring Dong Zhuo.
Song Le'an helped Dong Zhuo into the pavilion. Although the other students were not very willing to make room for Dong Zhuo.
But for Song Le'an's sake, Dong Zhuo was still given a seat.
"Ale, come sit here with me."
"Ale, my place is still empty."
The classmates were all eager to have Song Le'an sit next to them.
Song Le'an scratched his head. "I'm a little urgent. I'm going to the bathroom first. You can all play first. I'll be back soon!"
After saying that, Song Le'an slipped away.
No one knew what to say, so they all started chatting with their classmates.
Dong Zhuo sat among them, head down and fists clenched tightly, feeling like an isolated alien.
No one paid any attention to him.
The only person who paid attention to him was Ah Le.
But Ale is not here now.
Song Le'an ran to a place farther away from the pavilion.
He took out the poetry book in his arms with a complicated look.
So far, the contents of my sister's predicted dreams have all come true.
He can't recite the poems in this poetry book!
"call out!"
There was a sound of breaking air, and then the poetry book in Song Le'an's hand was pierced by an arrow that came from nowhere.
Song Le'an's hand was shaken by the force of the arrow, and the poetry book with the arrow in his hand fell to the ground.
"Fifth Master, please forgive me! I didn't see clearly that this was a book, and I thought something dangerous was wrapped around your hand!"
The guard disguised as a servant ran over with a bow and arrow, lowered his head and knelt on one knee in front of Song Le'an.
Song Le'an frowned, feeling that the guard's words were strange, and his behavior was even stranger.
However, the guards did this because they were worried about him. So what if the poetry book was pierced? He could still read it anyway.
"No problem, just pull out the arrow. I still have a use for this poetry book."
The guard pulled out the arrow and handed the poetry book to Song Le'an.
"Fifth Young Master, I just heard the young masters in the pavilion calling you. You'd better go over there quickly."
The guard urged him, which made Song Le'an, who originally wanted to look at the poetry album, hesitate for a moment. He had no choice but to put the poetry album in his arms and walk towards the pavilion.
The guard also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he had completed his lady's instructions.
Later, all we have to do is escort those young masters down the mountain safely.
Song Le'an returned to the pavilion and faced his enthusiastic classmates and Dong Zhuo who was looking at him eagerly.
He chose to sit next to Dong Zhuo.
As soon as he sat down, he clearly felt Dong Zhuo's joy.
Song Le'an pursed his lips and hid the complex emotions in his eyes.
The impromptu poetry began.
There are more than 20 people in the Huangzi class, and not everyone is good at impromptu poetry.
Those who couldn't write a poem didn't feel ashamed, but instead laughed with everyone else.
The atmosphere is very good.
It was Song Le'an's turn. After thinking about it, he also wrote a poem. As for whether it was good or bad, it all depended on everyone's opinion.
The classmates applauded.
Dong Zhuo, who was sitting next to Song Le'an, listened to the poems he had never heard of coming out of Song Le'an's mouth, and doubts appeared in his eyes.
Why didn’t Ale recite the poems in the poetry book?
"Azhuo, it's your turn. What are you daydreaming about?"
Song Le'an sat down and pushed the dazed Dong Zhuo with a smile.
Dong Zhuo's eyes flickered. "No, I was just thinking about the poem you just wrote."
Dong Zhuo stood up and composed a poem impromptu. His classmates were all in low spirits, but they gave him a few sparse applause for Song Le'an's sake.
The scene was a little awkward for a moment.
We sat here and chatted for a while, then continued climbing the mountain.
There is a temple on the top of the mountain. Everyone planned to go in and burn some incense before going down the mountain.
Song Le'an still accompanied Dong Zhuo until the end.
Dong Zhuo asked the question that puzzled him casually.
"Ah Le, the poem you just recited doesn't seem to be from the poetry book I gave you."
"No, that's not it. I just had a sudden flash of inspiration and wrote a poem right away. How's my poem? Not bad, right?"
Song Le'an raised his lips and smiled, as if nothing had happened.
Dong Zhuo nodded and smiled, "Very good."
The students climbed to the top of the mountain and went in to burn incense.
Song Le'an stood outside the temple and looked around. He remembered his sister's thoughts and took the initiative to ask Dong Zhuo.
"Azhuo, do you know which way down the mountain is? I heard from others that the way up and down the mountain are different."
"I know, that's the one."
Dong Zhuo raised his hand and pointed a road to Song Le'an.
"Okay, I remember that. Ah Zhuo, wait here for a moment. I'll go to the bathroom."
After saying this, Song Le'an slipped away again.
And he was walking towards the path down the mountain that Dong Zhuo mentioned.
Dong Zhuo didn't think much about it and kept watching Song Le'an's leaving figure until he could no longer see him.
Song Le'an came to the road down the mountain and took two steps down.
He saw the elusive guard sent by his father digging something on the road with a hoe he had brought from somewhere.
Song Lean: “???”
"Fifth Young Master, please don't take this road. I just checked the surrounding mountain roads and this road is a dead end. If you continue down, you will fall down the slope.
That’s the way down the mountain smoothly.”
The guard came forward and showed Song Le'an the way.
Song Le'an felt even stranger.
He knew that his parents sent guards to protect him.
But this guard seemed to know something.
In the past, arrows shot at poetry books, but now hoes dig dead ends.
It seemed as if they were all trying to stop him from doing what his sister had predicted in her dream.
"Fifth Young Master, I will clear this road to prevent your classmates from walking here."
The guard continued to dig the ground with a hoe.
"Besides this route down the mountain, are there any other dangerous routes?"
Song Le'an suddenly asked.
"There's another one, but that road isn't a dead end. If you're lucky, nothing dangerous will happen."
"Which way? Tell me."
The guard hesitated, "Fifth Young Master, the prince and princess sent this servant here to protect you."
"I won't get hurt. I just want to know which way you're talking about."
Song Le'an's tone was firm.
.....
Song Le'an did not go back to Dong Zhuo along the same route, but instead made a detour and entered through the side door of the temple.
"Ah Le, you finally made it up. Come and burn some incense. We're almost done and planning to go down the mountain."
A classmate saw Song Le'an coming in and greeted him.
"Okay, then I'll go in and burn some incense. Please wait for me."
Song Le'an went in with a smile, lit incense and came out soon.
"Ale, do you know which way down the mountain is? We heard there are several ways."
A classmate finally asked this question.
"I know. I'll take you there. It's closer through the side door."
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