The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1322

Chapter 1322: 645 Background (first update)

Gu Jiao had the coachman return to the carriage shop, and then she left the inner city with Old Master Meng.

"I still don’t know your last name."

Gu Jiao said.

A soul actor worthy of playing Chess Sage of the Six Nations deserves a surname!

"Meng," said Old Master Meng indifferently.

Gu Jiao looked at him curiously, "Your last name is also Meng?"

Old Master Meng: Heh, does it sound familiar? That’s right, I am Meng, the Chess Sage of the Six Nations!

Gu Jiao uttered, "Well, that’s quite a coincidence."

Then, there was no then.

Old Master Meng: "..."

As the saying goes, an old horse knows the way. After leaving the city, Gu Jiao did not even need to pull the reins or turn the carriage; Horse King achieved fully automatic driving and galloped all the way, bringing the carriage back to their small alley.

Today, the mansion was bustling, as Xiao Hen and Xiao Jingkong had arrived.

Gu Jiao could hear Xiao Jingkong’s babbling voice from afar, and the quiet courtyard seemed to come alive all at once.

The expression on Old Master Meng’s face stiffened for a moment.

Obviously, the shadow of being blown up into a piece of coal by the little black kid still lingered in his heart; as soon as he heard Xiao Jingkong’s voice, Old Master Meng couldn’t help but shiver.

Old Master Meng hesitated and did not step into the courtyard.

Horse King also didn’t enter the courtyard.

The two, in perfect harmony, turned around. Horse King took the initiative to pick up its reins with its mouth and offered them to Old Master Meng.

Old Master Meng grabbed the reins and swiftly went to walk the horse.

"Jiaojiao! Eh? Grandpa!"

Xiao Jingkong’s excited voice suddenly sounded behind Old Master Meng.

Old Master Meng’s body stiffened again.

Horse King rudely retrieved the reins and left Old Master Meng behind as it ran away!

Xiao Jingkong raced over, lifted his little head, and looked up at Old Master Meng, "Grandpa! You’ve recovered!"

"I haven’t, I feel dizzy," Old Master Meng covered his head, displaying his soulful acting skills while he staggered into the study room.

Xiao Jingkong threw himself into Gu Jiao’s arms, "Jiaojiao!"

He had just been playing marbles with Gu Xiaoshun in the courtyard, sweating profusely.

Gu Jiao took his hand and walked into the courtyard.

Xiao Hen was working in the backyard, having changed back into men’s clothing to leave the city; he was dressed in white, tall and graceful like jade. Although he was chopping wood and carrying water, every move he made was pleasing to the eye.

Gu Jiao went inside first to change Xiao Jingkong into a dry set of clothes. Xiao Jingkong happily ran off to play, and then Gu Jiao made her way to the backyard.

"You’re here?" she greeted.

"Mhm," Xiao Hen responded calmly, splitting the last piece of firewood.

Actually, he had seen her return a while ago, but sometimes men need to save face and prefer to wait to be coaxed.

That made him quite proud.

After finishing with the firewood, he moved on to fetch water.

"Let me," Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Hen replied, "No need, go and sit down."

Gu Jiao watched him steadily, her lips curving slightly, and without refusing, she moved a small stool to sit beside him.

He placed the bucket into the well, drew water, and little by little, hauled it up with the windlass.

Gu Jiao rested her cheek on her hand while watching him, and asked, "What made you decide to come over today?"

"The Academy has a day off," Xiao Hen said, "Jingkong wanted to see you, so we came."

"What about you?" Gu Jiao inquired.

Xiao Hen’s ears turned red, and he didn’t dare to look at her, focusing instead on the bucket of water he had drawn, the water surface rippling.

"I," he whispered, his lashes fluttering lightly, "I wanted to see you too."

A smile curled the corners of Gu Jiao’s lips.

Thinking of something, she asked, "But isn’t your token for the inner city with me? How did you get out of the city?"

Xiao Hen replied, "I have my ways."

The most beautiful man in the Academy, pursued by hordes of admirers—acquiring a simple inner city token was hardly an issue.

Xiao Hen glanced towards the direction of the study room and inquired, "The one who was called grandpa by Jingkong is...?"

There are many people surnamed Meng in the world, and a surname alone makes it hard to connect him to the Chess Master of the Six Kingdoms. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}