Chapter 652 Yin Yin (Second Update)
Some things should not be said too much; it should be left unsaid, a practice known as leaving room for interpretation and interpretation. This gives the other person room to imagine and expand upon the meaning.
After writing the last sentence, Xiao Heng left in his carriage, leaving Prince Ming standing there with a cold expression.
"Your Highness," a guard called out, "Are you alright?"
"What could possibly be wrong with me?" Prince Ming said coldly.
Upon hearing this, the guard knew that the prince was angry. After hesitating for a moment, the guard still spoke his mind: "Your Highness, what Miss Gu said may not be true, and we cannot believe it all."
The guards didn't dare to covet the most beautiful woman in Canglan Women's Academy, so they were able to view the issue from a more objective perspective.
Prince Ming, however, gave the guard a cold look: "You mean she's lying to me?"
The guard said, "I just think it's better to be cautious."
Prince Ming sneered, "She's just a weak woman from a lower country, with no one to rely on in the capital. Would she dare to fabricate rumors and slander the Nangong family? Besides, she's a young woman. Would she really go to such lengths to slander a man, disregarding even her reputation?"
A woman's reputation is of paramount importance.
Prince Ming narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Nangong Lin knew that I had feelings for her, yet he still dared to steal her away from me. Very good, very good indeed!"
The guard opened his mouth and said, "Your Highness, perhaps I should go and investigate?"
Prince Ming snorted and said, "Do you think you can find out about Nangong Lin? He's been coveting the woman I want behind my back. How many clues does he have? If Miss Gu hadn't told me today, I don't know how long I would have been kept in the dark?"
There's a reason why Prince Ming would believe Xiao Heng's words. Putting aside the two points he made, the beauty has no grudge against Nangong Lin, so why would she frame him? It would do her no good.
In comparison, it's more likely that Nangong Lin will pester her.
Even a prince of the Crown Prince's Mansion is captivated by a beauty. Is Nangong Lin more self-control or has a higher standard of vision than me, so how can he not be tempted by a beauty?
This mindset led Prince Ming to ultimately choose to believe Xiao Heng.
Having followed Prince Ming for so long, the guards naturally understood his temperament; he was genuinely clever in some matters, but presumptuous in others.
He immediately stopped wasting his breath trying to persuade him further: "Then...should I still...?"
As he spoke, he made a throat-slitting gesture.
Prince Ming's eyes turned cold, and he said with disgust, "What do you want? He should take his own revenge! What business is it of mine!"
The guard bowed and said, "Yes."
The carriage stopped outside the gate of Canglan Girls' Academy, and a maid gently lifted the curtain for Xiao Heng: "Miss Gu has arrived."
Xiao Heng carried the sleeping Xiao Jingkong off the carriage, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He took out a written note and handed it to her: "Please tell your young master for me, thank you."
...
Gu Jiao and her group left the inner city.
Gu Jiao looked at Mu Chuan and Mu Qingchen strangely and asked, "Why are you two going back to the academy too?"
Mu Chuan shrugged: "I don't know, I came with my fourth brother."
Mu Qingchen paused for a moment, then said, "I'll move to the academy."
"Oh." Mu Chuan rubbed his sore neck, then suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his fourth brother, "Fourth brother, what did you say? You're going to live in the academy?"
Mu Qingchen said seriously, "The competition is about to start. We waste too much time on the road every day. We should use that time for training instead. The people from Wuyue Academy are right. We can't win every match so easily. The reason we were able to win today is largely because the level of our opponents was uneven. Xu Ping's level was greatly reduced. If a team had two royal polo players, our chances of winning would be reduced by half."
“Yes, Mu Qingchen is right.” Wu Fuzi rode alongside the group and said with great agreement, “There are still many academies with strength. Even without royal polo players, their combined strength should not be underestimated. We need to intensify our training.”
"Is the next polo match still being held at Lingbo Academy?" Gu Jiao asked.
"Yes, apart from the Imperial Preceptor's Hall and the Imperial Palace, only the polo field at Lingbo Academy is fully equipped."
The arrangement of the stands alone is enough to tell you all about it.
"How many more days?" Gu Jiao asked again.
"Seven days," Master Wu said. "There are other academy competitions in the next two days. If you have time, you can go and watch, but you must not neglect your training."
"Would that interfere with my studies?"
Wu Fuzi choked.
That's not how you say it.
Just do it quietly!
Dean Cen in the carriage pretended to be deaf.
As dusk fell, the group arrived at the academy. Master Wu wanted to analyze today's competition with everyone, so Gu Jiao asked Gu Xiaoshun to take Gu Yan back first.
The polo team gathered on the grass field.
The academy had already let out for the day, but many students were still gathered on the grass field. They had all heard about Sky Dome Academy advancing to the next round of the competition and were quite surprised.
Tianqiong Academy has never won a single polo match. It would be a lie to say they are utterly disappointed, but it wouldn't be entirely true to say they don't care at all.
As Gu Jiao and her entourage rode their horses slowly into the grassland, they were greeted with stares from everyone.
The crowd was mostly in shock, and there wasn't much of a formal ceremony, but that moment of attention gave the polo players a long-lost sense of honor.
Mu Chuan straightened his back!
"Ahem! Alright, alright, you all go over there and wait for me!" Master Wu's old face flushed. The martial arts champion had never had a chance to use his skills at the Wenju Academy, and this was the first time he had returned with such glory.
I'm so excited!
This is just because we won the first game; I don't even want to think about the games that follow!
Take a deep breath.
Stay calm.
Master Wu rode his horse past with great pride.
"Did our academy really win?"
"We won! We beat the royal polo player! If I had known we would win, I should have gone to watch the match!"
"Me too."
Outside the field, the students chattered amongst themselves, all expressing their regret for missing today's competition.
How could they have expected their academy to win? They thought they would be defeated as soon as they entered the game, just like the previous times.
"I heard that a lot of people from the Five Mountains Academy went. Is our academy the most pathetic one? We didn't even have anyone cheering us on?"
"Yes, it seems so."
Everyone felt ashamed.
After analyzing everyone's performance that day, Master Wu told everyone to go back and rest well, and come back for training tomorrow morning.
"What exactly happened today?"
As Gu Jiao led the horse back to the stable, Mu Qingchen called out to her.
Gu Jiao turned around, and asked in surprise, "What? What happened?"
"Nangong Lin," Mu Qingchen said bluntly.
Gu Jiao said "Oh," without trying to hide anything: "He was hit in the waist and abdomen, half of his body was paralyzed, and he fell off his horse."
Mu Qingchen frowned, gave Gu Jiao a deep look, and said, "They came for you?"
At that time, Gu Jiao was relatively close to the crowd, while Nangong Lin was on the other side of Gu Jiao. Nangong Lin immediately questioned Gu Jiao about why she bent down to grab the ball.
It was too chaotic at the time, and no one noticed the strangeness in the sentence.
Thinking about it now, what direct connection does Gu Jiao bending down to snatch the ball have with Nangong Lin falling off his horse? He couldn't have fallen off his horse because he was startled by Gu Jiao snatching the ball, could he?
But if the other party intended to bring down Gu Jiao, then everything makes sense.
"And what's wrong with you?" Gu Jiao asked.
"Huh?" Mu Qingchen was taken aback.
"Play polo," Gu Jiao said.
Mu Qingchen realized what Su Hao meant: "It's not like that."
He didn't swear never to play polo because he had lost to anyone. Su Hao did see him lose to someone, but he was willing to accept defeat, and besides, he was happy to lose to that person.
Seeing that he had no intention of continuing the conversation, Gu Jiao did not press him.
She led the horse back to the stable, handed it to the servant who was in charge of the stable, and turned to walk out.
Mu Qingchen walked out with her, and just as they were about to say goodbye, Mu Qingchen suddenly spoke again: "When I was a child, I lived in the manor for a period of time."
That was after his mother discovered Su Hao's existence, she took him and left the Su family in a fit of anger.
Su Hao was actually the son of a concubine; his mother never knew that his father was keeping a mistress.
By the time they discovered it, Su Hao was already able to walk, a situation that even abortion pills couldn't save.
Su Haoda was one day old.
His mother had a difficult childbirth, giving birth to him after three days. In the two days before her life was in danger, his father was with another woman giving birth.
His mother kept moving house in order to avoid seeing his father.
He went to Yunxue Mountain Villa when he was nine years old.
"I first met her when she was six years old," Mu Qingchen recalled.
"That childhood playmate?" Gu Jiao thought of the ugly doll that fell out of Mu Qingchen's bundle. She didn't see it very clearly, but she could tell that it was quite ugly.
Mu Qingchen nodded: "I lived in the manor for two years, and she lived in the manor next door. She liked playing polo and would always ride her chestnut pony down the mountain to find people to play polo with."
"After she left, I never played polo again."
This was the second time Gu Jiao had heard him use the word "walk" to describe his childhood playmate.
"Is he no longer alive?" Gu Jiao asked.
Mu Qingchen paused, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "Yes, she passed away when she was eight years old. Before she left, she told me to take good care of her father and that she would come back one day."
At this point, Mu Qingchen gave a bitter smile, "I actually believed it back then, I was so stupid."
"I later understood that people cannot be brought back to life, but nine years have passed and I still can't help waiting, waiting for the day she can appear in front of me alive."
(End of this chapter)
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