The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: 132 Beating (1st update) _3

Zhou Erzhuang suddenly said, “Oh, my neighbor from the countryside who is very good at studying, this time passed the autumn examinations with flying colors and has come to study at Guozijian. The goods were sent by my sister-in-law on their behalf.”

So… did the student from the Guozijian meet the Crown Prince Gu?

Despite Deputy General Hu’s higher rank than the commander, he is already forty years old. How old is Gu Changqing? And what is his background compared to Gu Changqing’s?

Deputy General Hu cleared his throat and said to Zhou Erzhuang, “In a few days, there will be an election for the position of sergeant. You have to work hard.”

This indicated his intention to promote Zhou Erzhuang.

Despite its silliness, the name Zhou Erzhuang belonged to a shrewd man. He understood the implication and said, “General Hu, rest assured, I will do my best!”

“Hmm, you can leave now.” This was satisfactory.

After leaving the military camp, Gu Changqing hurried back home on horseback, slowing down involuntarily as he passed through Chang’an Avenue. He usually took another lane, but today he walked through Bishui Alley.

It was already dark, the autumn wind was bleak, and lanterns were hung in every household.

Gu Jiao was busy in the kitchen, and Xiao Liulang was in the study room grading Xiao Jingkong’s homework.

Because of the setback in the exam, not only did practicing calligraphy become part of Xiao Jingkong’s daily routine after school, he also started learning the language of six countries.

Today, they were learning a nursery rhyme from the Chen Kingdom. Xiao Liulang extracted key words and phrases from the rhyme and made Xiao Jingkong write each one ten times.

After completing his work Xiao Jingkong went to the courtyard to practice his kung fu, leaving Teacher Xiao alone to grade his work.

Xiao Jingkong’s small body curled up on the tree. He grasped his feet with both hands from behind. It was a very demanding posture, but apparently, Xiao Jingkong had gotten used to this discomfort.

Xiaoshun was carving a piece of wood on the side while Gu Yan was resting on a rattan chair, recuperating. He still seemed very weak, his face pale and helpless.

He had actually sensed something wrong when Gu Changqing gave him the medicine. He might have been suffering from some kind of latent illness, which might seem normal, but once it occurred it could be life-threatening.