The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1432

Chapter 1432: 699 Magical Horse King (Second Update)

At the hour of si, a light rain fell over Shengdu.

Old Master Meng took his unruly disciple to take shelter from the rain in a pavilion inside the National Master Hall, located near the main entrance. If Gu Jiao were to come out, she would see them at a glance.

The disciples of the National Master Hall served tea and snacks.

Old Master Meng quietly sat down to enjoy his tea.

Geng Yuehua was not so fortunate, having just caused a big disaster. He was currently standing obediently beside Old Master Meng, like a large quail that had done something wrong.

It’s just that everyone, except for Gu Jiao, who did not regard the old gentleman as a chess saint, especially those from the Chess House, invariably incurred the old gentleman’s displeasure.

The old gentleman had a bad temper, was easily angered, and was critical and unreasonable. He had frequently turned his disciples out of doors for trivial reasons. Geng Yuehua was actually not the first to be apprenticed to Old Master Meng, but he was the only one who stayed.

That’s how he had become the senior disciple.

Old Master Meng had such confidence because, firstly, he was an honored guest of the National Master Hall; secondly, he was greatly esteemed by the sovereign; thirdly, he was a man who regarded fame and profit with indifference and neither clung to life nor feared death.

He lived each day as it came and felt no distress at the prospect of death.

Without vulnerabilities or ambitions, he naturally feared nothing.

Old Master Meng had just finished a cup of tea when Geng Yuehua hurriedly filled it up and said with an awkward smile, "Teacher, where have you been these days? I’ve been looking for you everywhere and couldn’t find any news about you. Your coachman has also returned to the countryside, and I can’t find him either."

The coachman had been given leave by Old Master Meng so that the folks from the Chess House would not discover his whereabouts and disturb him.

Old Master Meng grunted.

He was not in the mood to deal with this rebellious disciple at the moment.

What was he thinking to get involved with someone of ill intent?

Don’t say that he was too old to quarrel with a young girl.

Was this just a petty quarrel? They had bullied his disciple, and the fact that he had not struck them down with a cane was already a sign of his mercy.

That’s right— from today on, the child was his disciple.

He wouldn’t allow her to shirk the responsibility.

Geng Yuehua asked tentatively, "Teacher, what is going on with the little junior brother? Where did you find him? Have you been with him recently? Miao Ruoxin said he is from a foreign nation. Which country is he from? Is he from Zhao Country?"

Since Old Master Meng came from Zhao Country, Geng Yuehua naturally assumed that if he were to take a disciple, he would prefer someone from Zhao.

Old Master Meng coldly snorted, "You have time to inquire about this, but no time to clean your own eyes?"

Geng Yuehua said softly, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have given our Chess Club invitation to Miao Ruoxin."

Old Master Meng’s face showed he wished he could cleave his disciple in two.

Geng Yuehua shrank his neck, "I also shouldn’t have personally escorted her to the National Master Hall."

Old Master Meng still looked as though he wished he could cleave him in two.

Geng Yuehua broke into a cold sweat. Where did he still get it wrong?

Give me a sign here!

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Geng Yuehua said, "I—I—I just shouldn’t have been on friendly terms with her!"

Old Master Meng continued to drink his tea.

Geng Yuehua let out a long sigh of relief.

Goodness, he finally guessed right.

Looking towards the interior of the National Master Hall, Geng Yuehua asked curiously, "What is the little junior brother doing with the National Master? Why hasn’t he come out yet?"

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

Gu Jiao approached from the other end of the road, accompanied by Ya He.

Old Master Meng stood up and stepped out of the pavilion, and Geng Yuehua quickly followed. As they descended the steps, he stretched out his hand to support him, "Teacher, be careful!"

The four of them met on the main path outside the main gate of the National Master Hall.

Ya He bowed and greeted, "Old Master Meng." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Old Master Meng nodded slightly and, looking at Gu Jiao beside Ya He, asked, "How did it go?"

Gu Jiao replied, "It went smoothly."

Old Master Meng’s eyebrows twitched, his eyes fierce, "Then how soon can—"

Gu Jiao said, "As long as Ayan’s physical condition allows, anytime is fine."

Geng Yuehua was utterly confused. What kind of riddles were the teacher and the little junior brother speaking in? He couldn’t understand a single word.

Old Master Meng stroked his beard, "Good, very good. The trip wasn’t in vain; let’s head back."

"Teacher, are you returning to the Chess House or—ow!" Geng Yuehua was in mid-sentence when a sharp pain shot through his right instep, and he bit his finger in agony.

Old Master Meng withdrew his foot as if nothing had happened and, swinging his old arm and moving with his frail gait, began to run forward with no elegance: "Ah, I promised Yanyan to play chess with him today! Must hurry back! Must hurry!"

Geng Yuehua: "..."

Gu Jiao: "..."

Old Master Meng showed the energy of his younger days and quickly headed towards the alley on the right side of the National Master Hall, where the carriage was parked.

However, when Old Master Meng arrived there, he encountered a serious problem—the horse, Mama, was gone!