Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

In a blink of an eye, nine years have passed.

early morning.

A carriage came out of the mist. When passing a big locust tree, the coachman closed his eyes and counted to dozens in his mind.

Then he opened his eyes, skillfully pulled the reins, and stopped the carriage in front of the Chu Mansion.

"Second Master, we're here."

Slender white fingers lifted the curtain of the car, and a tall young man walked out.

He got off the carriage, stood outside the mansion gate and knocked gently.

With a creak, the door was opened a tiny crack. The doorkeeper saw the person outside through the crack and exclaimed in surprise.

"Mr. Meng, you are back."

The servant quickly opened the half of the door, leaving a tiny crack, and happily wanted to lead the person inside.

Meng Wenjin reached out to stop him.

"I'll just stay outside. It's almost time for classes at the Imperial College, so Xiaoyun should be out soon."

The main thing is that he is no longer the child he used to be.

It is against the rules to enter the palace without submitting a letter of invitation.

The servant looked at Meng Wenjin and thought for a while, then looked up at the sky and found that it was almost the time when the young lady usually came out, just as he said.

He stopped trying to persuade her and stood at the door chatting with Meng Wenjin so that he wouldn't be too bored.

It only took half a quarter of an hour.

There were several brisk footsteps approaching slowly. If I listened carefully, I seemed to hear the clear and pleasant voice of a young girl.

Meng Wenjin didn't hesitate and looked towards the source of the footsteps. After confirming that the person coming was the one he was thinking about, he called out softly.

"Sister Xiaoyun."

Chu Xiaoyun was talking to Chunying beside her. When she heard the familiar man's voice, she was stunned for a moment.

Looking up, he saw Meng Wenjin standing at the door and immediately quickened his pace.

He walked slowly, then quickly, then trotted, all the way to Meng Wenjin, then spoke while panting:

"Brother Wenjin, you're back. When did you come back?"

Meng Wenjin was already a 17-year-old boy. He had a rare talent for literature and won the title of Tanhua at the age of 16, making him the youngest Jinshi in this dynasty.

The current emperor fell seriously ill two years ago, which made the imperial physicians tremble with fear for a time, but he managed to survive.

Although my body is better now, my spirit is far from what it used to be.

In recent years, he has been cultivating loyal and capable ministers to be left for the next emperor of his choice.

Among them, Meng Wenjin is one of the talents he has his eyes on.

The emperor attached great importance to him, but was still worried that he might not be stable enough due to his young age.

Since he was assigned the official post a year ago, he was occasionally assigned tasks in remote places.

If you temper your temper a little more, you will be able to assist your son well in the future.

Half a month ago, Meng Wenjin accepted a mission assigned by the emperor and left the capital.

So, when Chu Xiaoyun and the gatekeeper saw that it was him, they couldn't help but ask questions.

Meng Wenjin took out a white handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo from her sleeve and wiped the sweat off Chu Xiaoyun's forehead. She said in a tone that sounded both complaining and doting:

"I'm right here and I can't run away. Why are you in such a hurry? Be careful not to fall."

After wiping the sweat off his face, he answered her questions in detail.

"I returned to the capital yesterday. After meeting the Empress Dowager, the Emperor granted me three days of leave. Since today is not a day off, I will come to pick you up and take you to the Imperial Academy."

Due to the influence of the imperial concubine, the restrictions on women in this dynasty are not as severe as before.

Princesses and county ladies could enter the Imperial Academy in the palace, while the daughters of other officials in the capital could enter the Imperial Academy.

Female students would leave the Imperial Academy only when they reached the age of 15 and were ready to consider marriage.

Chu Xiaoyun entered the Imperial College at the age of eight, and Meng Wenjin was also there at that time.

Every day, he would take the initiative to have the mansion's carriage take a detour to the Chu Mansion to pick up Chu Xiaoyun.

Only after sending her to school would he leave and return to his own classroom.

When the daily classes were over, Meng Wenjin would wait at the door of her school and then take her back to the Chu Mansion.

In six years, he has never failed in his duties, regardless of wind or rain.

It was not until last year when he passed the imperial examination and was appointed an official position, and went to court earlier than he went to school every day, that Meng Wenjin stopped this habit that seemed to be engraved in his mind.

But habits are habits, and sometimes they don’t need anyone to remind them.

Just today, Meng Wenjin took a day off which did not coincide with the ten-day holiday, but he got up early and went to the Chu residence again.

Chu Xiaoyun tilted her face up and obediently let Meng Wenjin wipe it on her face. After he finished speaking, she smiled like she was acting like a spoiled child.

"I'm so happy."

Chu Xiaoyun saw Meng Wenjin waiting for her at the door when she hadn't been to school for a year.

This glance today seems to have brought me back to countless mornings and nights, whether cold or hot.

He used his narrow but strong back to block the cold winter wind, and he patiently used a palm-leaf fan to fan away the summer heat...

From the age of five to fifteen, Chu Xiaoyun's ten years were filled with traces of Meng Wenjin.

She had long forgotten her initial dislike and hatred for Meng Wenjin, and was like a little yellow bird, nestling beside a tree that would always embrace her.

Meng Wenjin was standing at the gate of the Chu Mansion. When he saw Chu Xiaoyun running towards him, he felt as if a stone had fallen from his chest and he had a sense of stability and security.

He raised the corner of his mouth, took the book box from Chunying's hand, and walked beside Chu Xiaoyun.

"Let's go. The carriage is in front. I have prepared some filling tea and cakes for you in the carriage."

"Chunying, go back and have some rest. I'll take Sister Xiaoyun home."

"Yes."

Chunying handed the book box to Meng Wenjin very casually, then looked at her own mistress, and when she got a nod, she cheered and went back to take a nap.

Perhaps it was because of guilt for the contrast between the young lady's hard work in studying and her own relaxing nap or something else, Chunying suddenly turned her head and looked behind her.

Meng Wenjin and Chu Xiaoyun walked side by side towards the carriage.

After arriving at the carriage, Meng Wenjin put the book box in first, then stood under the carriage, spread out his left hand and raised it to the appropriate position.

After Chu Xiaoyun used the force to get into the carriage and thanked him with a smile, Meng Wenjin followed.

The car curtain was lowered, hiding the figures of the two people.

Chunying turned around and continued walking towards her room.

On the way, she couldn't help but sigh:

"The young lady and Mr. Meng have such a good rapport, whether they are walking side by side or holding hands to get into the carriage, it seems like they have done it a thousand times."

'No, it has been repeated thousands and thousands of times.'

Inexplicably, those scenes that had happened countless times turned into four words that appeared in Chunying's mind at this moment.

"A talented man and a beautiful woman."

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Chu Xiaoyun sat in the carriage, filling her empty stomach with the still steaming rice cakes.

Meng Wenjin sat next to her, handing her hot water of suitable temperature or a handkerchief to wipe her mouth when she needed it, taking care of her in every detail.

After Chu Xiaoyun finished eating, she finally reacted and said with a red face:

"Brother Wenjin, are you treating me like a child again?"