The Prime Minister's Darling

Chapter 207: 129 Brothers (Second Update)_3

Since gaining his memory, Gu Yan hadn’t allowed anyone to get so close to him except for Gu Jiao.

Of course, Gu Jiao was his twin sister. They had been together since before they were born.

Gu Yan felt uncomfortable and wanted to withdraw, but he found he couldn’t muster the words to scold the person.

He couldn’t quite explain whether he was intimidated by the other’s imposing presence, or if he was genuinely shell-shocked by the condition of his face and foot.

Like a well-behaved little quail, Gu Yan obediently sat on the horse saddle, trying to distance himself from Gu Changqing. However, the saddle wasn’t large, and Gu Yan’s back kept bumping into Gu Changqing’s chest.

Gu Yan winced in discomfort, murmuring, “Are you made of iron? You’re so stiff.”

The journey wasn’t long. They soon arrived at their home. Gu Changqing dismounted first and turned to Gu Yan, who looked resentful, “Can you dismount?”

Gu Yan covered his grotesque swollen face with his sleeve.

He looked hideous; it was utterly humiliating!

“Look away! I’ll get down myself!” He commanded.

Gu Changqing didn’t move but continued to gaze coldly at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan, feeling defensive under the intense gaze, peeped from behind his sleeve, “I told you to look away!”

Gu Changqing promptly lifted him off the horse.

If this foolish kid could dismount by himself, he’d write his name backward!

Gu Yan roared inwardly: Ah! Even my own brother never carried me like this! Put me down!

Gu Changqing carried him into the courtyard and placed him on a wicker chair.

Gu Yan was seething.

Under normal circumstances, he could manage to look good even when furious. But not today with his face swollen like a pig’s head. Add in his fainting spells, he was turning into a cooked pig’s head!

And he was shooting death glares with beady eyes!

Unsmiling Gu Changqing couldn’t help but laugh.

Unable to fight or curse, Gu Yan shot him dagger looks.

Gu Changqing suddenly squinted his eyes, extended his finger, and flicked Gu Yan’s forehead with mischief.

Gu Yan fell over like a baby who couldn’t sit still!

Gu Baobao was stunned!

Gu Changqing burst into laughter.

If the soldiers of the military camp saw this scene, they would likely wet their pants in shock. Their stern-faced Gu Changqing, known as the Iron-faced Yama, could actually play with children and even laugh at his own amusement?

In the military camp, there was a saying: When Yama smiles, the King Yama Hall opens.

Gu Changqing only smiled when killing, and anyone who had seen his smile was already dead.

Gu Yan turned around in a huff, presenting Gu Changqing with his large buttocks!

Gu Changqing visited the fruit garden and saw Xiaoshun and another 13 or 14-year-old young boy. The boy was probably the Brother Xiaoshun he had mentioned.

Without showing himself, Gu Changqing departed to the military camp. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Just like that, the day of the Guozijian examination arrived.

The examination for Mongolian students was originally scheduled for the same day as the Guozijian examination but due to various reasons, it was moved two days ahead, now on the 25th.

There were two exams, one for arithmetic and one for poetry. Although it sounded simple, the questions were difficult and numerous.

Xiao Liulang and Gu Jiao dropped off Xiaojingkong at the Exam Site.

“Don’t be nervous.” Xiao Liulang told the little fellow.

Xiaojingkong puffed out his small chest and said, “I’m not you, I won’t be nervous!”

Gu Jiao squatted down and checked his small school bag once again, “Just do as you would at home, make sure to write neatly, don’t rush.”

The reason for this specific instruction was because Xiaojingkong’s only problem was his slow writing. Gu Jiao worried that once faced with a large number of questions, he might feel anxious and flustered.

Xiaojingkong patted his small chest, “Don’t worry, Jiaojiao! I can write both quickly and neatly now!”

Xiao Liulang, amused by his cocky demeanor, chuckled, “So talented, what rank are you aiming for?”

Xiaojingkong declared, “I’ll definitely get the first rank!”

Most of the children taking the exam were six to eight years old. Xiaojingkong was the youngest. If not for the high examination fee of one tael of silver, Gu Jiao suspected the organizers would never allow such a young child to sit for the exam.

Using his admission card, Xiaojingkong found his seat.

Though he was the youngest candidate, he was also the calmest.

The exam for Mongolian students was not conducted in individual rooms but in one big classroom, with ample distance between students.

At the sound of the bell, the invigilators in each exam room began to distribute the test papers.

Xiaojingkong confidently answered the early questions, but when he reached the last three pages, he was stumped.

What were these queer and weird symbols?

They were a folk rhyme from Qi Country, two quatrains of five-character verse from Chen Country, and three seven-character quatrains from Zhao Country, all in their respective languages.

When Gu Jiao and Xiao Liulang outside the exam room heard that the examination included languages from three countries, they suddenly felt apprehensive!

A mistake had been made; they had forgotten to teach Xiaojingkong foreign languages!