The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 646.1: Imperial Family of the Great Yan

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Gu Jiao returned to the house to check Gu Yan's body and informed him of the good news that she had found the operating room. Gu Yan rested his head on Gu Jiao's lap and fell asleep peacefully.

It was late at night, and all was quiet.

In a courtyard of the Su Family's residence, Mu Qingchen, after bathing and changing clothes, sat by the bed with his long black hair down. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out an embroidered box.

Inside the embroidered box was an old, tattered cloth doll with a gaping mouth, sharp teeth, a blind eye, and patches of missing hair.

Early the next morning, after was.h.i.+ng up, Gu Jiao routinely checked Gu Yan's pulse.

With the addition of the old man and the horse at home, and Little Nine occasionally flying over from the inner city to frolic, the house had become livelier, and Gu Yan didn't feel as lonely anymore.

Gu Jiao felt at ease leaving the house and going to school with Gu Xiaoshun.

Today, Mu Qingchen sat in the last row. Originally, Gu Jiao didn't want to sit with him, but she frustratingly found that besides Mu Qingchen's intimidating aura clearing the back row, there was no other quiet place in the cla.s.s.

Looking to the left, Gu Jiao saw Zhong Ding waving at her.

Looking to the right, Zhou Tong was also waving at her.

After thinking it over, Gu Jiao sat down next to Mu Qingchen with her book bag.

Zhou Tong, sitting in front of Gu Jiao, timidly took out his homework.

Thud!

With a loud thud, Mu Qingchen threw his homework on the desk in front of Gu Jiao.

Zhou Tong, intimidated, turned his half-turned body back around.

Gu Jiao quickly copied the homework. Then, Teacher Gao arrived.

The morning lessons were taught by Teacher Gao and Teacher Jiang.

Teacher Gao primarily taught arithmetic; he was strict and rather stern. Teacher Jiang taught the Four Books and Five Cla.s.sics, along with policy essays. He was gentle, somewhat old-fas.h.i.+oned, but not pedantic.

Both teachers were highly respected, but even so, the students in the cla.s.s still loved Teacher Wu's cla.s.s the most.

It seemed that from ancient times to the present, physical education had always been students' favorite subject.

In the afternoon, there was a self-study period for one hour, followed by Teacher Wu's equestrian archery cla.s.s.

Originally, the equestrian archery cla.s.s was earlier in the schedule, but as the weather became increasingly hot, Teacher Wu adjusted the schedule since the first hour in the afternoon was the peak of the sun's intensity.

When the equestrian archery cla.s.s began, everyone noticed that there were no archery targets set up on the field. Instead, Teacher Wu held a mallet and a fist-sized wooden ball.

"Today, we play polo." Teacher Wu said.

Everyone was surprised, as it was clear that polo lessons were not common.

Zhou Tong asked, "Teacher Wu, why are we suddenly playing polo?"

Polo was popular in Shengdu because the Emperor himself liked it. However, polo had a certain level of danger, and their literary academy had not included polo in the official curriculum.

Teacher Wu smiled and said, "This morning, I discussed with Dean Cen, and we decided to partic.i.p.ate in this year's polo tournament!"

Zhou Tong was shocked, "What? The polo tournament? Our academy?"

Their academy, full of bookish scholars who only knew how to wield pens, was going to partic.i.p.ate in a polo tournament?

The rest of the students had similar thoughts to Zhou Tong. Their academy had produced many top scholars in the imperial examinations, but when it came to polo, they were far less accomplished.

Several years ago, Dean Cen and Teacher Wu, in a similarly inexplicable decision, had signed up for a polo tournament. The result was disastrous——they didn't score a single goal and were thoroughly defeated.

With such a lesson from the past, had Dean Cen and Teacher Wu forgotten the pain after their wounds healed?

"Ahem!" Teacher Wu cleared his throat and spoke seriously, "Times have changed. Our academy now has the strength to compete with other academies. The dean and I have confidence in you!"

As he said this, his gaze was fixed on Gu Jiao, almost explicitly indicating that he wanted her to partic.i.p.ate.

"Alright, everyone, go pick your horses!" Teacher Wu instructed.

The students headed to the stables.

"Xiao Liulang, come over here for a moment." Teacher Wu called out to Gu Jiao.

Zhong Ding winked at Gu Jiao, "They definitely want you to join the team."

Zhou Tong made a gesture of encouragement, "Good luck!"

Gu Jiao approached Teacher Wu, who asked her kindly, "Have you ever played polo before in the State of Zhao?"

"No." Gu Jiao replied bluntly.

"Ah." Teacher Wu was momentarily surprised but smiled and said, "No problem, I can teach you. Come to the field every day after school, and we'll train for an hour."

Attending school was already enough, and now she had to take extra lessons? Gu Jiao wasn't having it.

She firmly resisted the after-school tutoring!

"This isn't just about your personal honor; it's also about the honor of our academy."

"I have high hopes for you and hope you can bring glory to our academy."

Gu Jiao still refused.

"This would also be beneficial for you personally. If you become famous through this, you might have the opportunity to stay in Shengdu in the future."

Gu Jiao remained unmoved.

Teacher Wu was at his wit's end.

Aren't you quite combative? What's the problem now? Is polo not worthy?

Gu Jiao earnestly said, "Teacher Wu, my studies aren't doing great. I need to focus more on them. Compet.i.tions and such aren't a priority for now; academics come first."

Really? Why don't you say that when you're copying homework every day? And when you're dozing off in cla.s.s, you think I don't notice when I pa.s.s by?

Teacher Wu was completely baffled!

Gu Jiao cupped her hands in a respectful gesture, then turned and walked toward the stables.

Inside the stables, the students were discussing the upcoming polo tournament.

"Hey, have you heard? The polo tournament will be held at Lingbo Academy again. This is the third time it's at their academy."

"Lingbo Academy? Is that the academy with the prodigy cla.s.s?"

"Yes, that's the one!"

"Hey, isn't Canglan Women's Academy right next to Lingbo Academy? Do you think... students from Canglan Women's Academy will come to watch?"

"In previous years, they've always gone, so they probably will this year too, right?"

Gu Jiao turned back and asked, "Teacher Wu, what are the compet.i.tion rules?"

Teacher Wu: "..."

Weren't you not partic.i.p.ating?

Meanwhile, in the dean's office, Dean Cen was having a private conversation with Mu Qingchen.

Dean Cen said, "Here's the situation. I know you typically don't get involved in academy activities, but I hope you can partic.i.p.ate in this polo tournament."

Mu Qingchen was one of the few students who excelled both academically and physically, with a high level of polo skill, ranking among the best in Shengdu.

Dean Cen smiled and added, "Your cla.s.smate Xiao Liulang will also partic.i.p.ate. He's a beginner and reportedly has no prior experience with polo. I hope you can mentor him."

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