The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1515 - 736 The Brave Little Jie Kong (First Update)_3

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Gu Jiao thought for a moment and corrected, "That’s not how you inject water into a pig."

The disciple of the National Master Hall who was sweeping inside the house: "..." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Shangguan Yun’s surgery was a huge success. If it weren’t for the other major and minor injuries on her body, Gu Jiao could have let her wear armor and get out of bed.

Zhang Dequan came by to visit Shangguan Yun and took the opportunity to talk about the capture of the real culprit and how the Concubine Wan was sent into the Cold Palace.

This also served as a sort of closure for Shangguan Yun.

Xiao Hen went to the Book Pavilion of the National Master Hall.

As the Grand Prince of Yan Country, he could browse any of the books and materials on the two lower floors except for the third.

After walking around briefly, he asked the disciple guarding the entrance, "By the way, may I ask where our country’s national book is?"

The disciple replied, "Your Highness Changsun, the national book is on the third floor."

Xiao Hen continued, "Besides the National Master and His Majesty, who else has access to the third floor?"

The disciple said, "There are also two senior brothers who guard it."

Xiao Hen: "What about beyond them?"

"That’s all." The disciple thought for a moment and felt this statement was not precise enough, so he corrected himself, "If the National Master agrees, one may visit, but no one can go there privately."

Xiao Hen: "What would happen if someone went up there without permission?"

The disciple: "There are eight desperados near the Book Pavilion. Should anyone trespass without authorization, regardless of who it is, they will be executed on the spot."

Xiao Hen: "Has anyone ever trespassed?"

The disciple: "Yes, there have been quite a few, but not a single one left alive."

It seems these are no ordinary desperados.

So the question arises, given such strict defenses, how did the national book of Yan Country end up amongst the pile of junk with Little Jingkong? It couldn’t possibly have been gifted willingly by the National Master.

...

At Canglan Girls’ Academy, Gu Chengfeng took Little Jingkong to Lingbo Academy: "Be good and attend your classes. I will pick you up at noon."

Little Jingkong asked seriously, "Will you pick me up to have lunch with Jiaojiao at the National Master Hall?"

This question had been asked hundreds and eighty times by Little Jingkong, starting from last night when he returned to Linglong Pavilion; he even asked it when he got up to pee at night, during breakfast, and while walking on the road.

Gu Chengfeng didn’t have Xiao Hen’s strength of mind, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He surrendered in collapse, "Alright, alright, I will take you, I will take you, is that okay now?!"

Kids are really too hard to handle!

Little Jingkong puffed up his little chest proudly. Sure enough, except for the bad brother-in-law, he could handle anyone!

Little Jingkong entered the Academy contentedly with his schoolbag!

He sat down at his own seat.

The class had posted the results of yesterday’s test. First place was no surprise—Jingkong.

Last place had changed—Yun Xue.

Others took tests with questions; the Little Princess drew turtles, and she drew them very earnestly.

Little Jingkong sat at his seat for a little while but his little deskmate didn’t arrive.

He thought about it and then tip-tapped his way out of the classroom.

He headed towards the back door of the Academy.

The Little Princess always passed through here, cutting through the alley to the front door to get off the carriage.

Actually, Little Jingkong found this quite troublesome. Why insist on using the front door? Isn’t the back door just as good?

The sovereign naturally couldn’t attend court every day to send the Little Princess, usually the Imperial Forest Army was in charge of escorting her.

Today was no exception.

"Sugar-coated haws—delicious sugar-coated haws here—"

The Little Princess heard the cries for sugar-coated haws and began drooling uncontrollably.

"I want some sugar-coated haws," she said to the palace maid beside her. Her eyes were big and adorable, not imperious, but rather soft and tender that made one’s heart melt.

The palace maid smiled, "Just a moment, Little Princess."

She had the carriage stop and called out to the vendor in front, "Vendor of the sugar-coated haws."

The vendor cheerfully approached, "Madam, how many skewers would you like? Which flavor? I have sugar-coated haws, sugar-coated yam, sugar-coated mandarins, sugar-coated watermelon—all sorts!"

The palace maid laughed, "I’m not a madam, it’s our little master who wants some."

As she spoke, she addressed the Little Princess, "You pick a skewer yourself."

The Little Princess leaned out of the carriage window, sticking her little head out, staring at a large pile of sugar-coated haws, this and that, drooling profusely.

At that moment, Little Jingkong saw her and began waving his arms vigorously at her.

She didn’t notice.

Little Jingkong dashed out.

The doorkeeping lad didn’t catch on at all.

"I, I, I, I..." The Little Princess wanted them all.

As the Little Princess hesitated, the sugar-coated haws vendor’s eyes suddenly became malevolent.

He grabbed the collar of the Little Princess and yanked her out of the carriage window!

The palace maid’s face paled, "Princess! It’s an assassin!"

The Imperial Forest Army drew their swords and rushed forward.

The vendor threw the sugar-coated haw sticks at the Imperial Forest Army, clutching the Little Princess as he leaped into the air with lightness skills.

He was already airborne when, at that very moment—

"Stop!"

Little Jingkong leaped forward and with a small set of steel teeth, bit into his thigh!