After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

"Ale, come here quickly, I'm waiting for you!"

Someone shouted, but Dong Zhuo completely ignored him.

Song Le'an helped Dong Zhuo into the pavilion, although other students were not willing to make room for Dong Zhuo.

But for Song Le'an's sake, Dong Zhuo was still given a seat.

"Ale, come sit here with me."

"Ale, my place is still empty."

The classmates all enthusiastically wanted Song Lean to sit next to them.

Song Le'an scratched his head, "I'm a little anxious, I'm going to go for a while first, everyone can play for now, I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, Song Lean slipped away directly.

It was hard for everyone to say anything, so they each started chatting with classmates they knew.

Dong Zhuo sat among everyone, with his head lowered and his fists tightly clenched, feeling like an isolated alien.

No one ignored him.

The only person who cared about him was Ah Le.

But now Ale is not here.

Song Le'an ran away from the pavilion.

He took out the poetry album in his arms with complicated eyes.

So far, the contents of my sister’s precognitive dream are correct.

He can't recite the poems in this book!

"call out!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and then the poem album Song Le'an was holding was pierced by an arrow that came from nowhere.

Song Le'an's hand was shaken by the power of the arrow, and the poetry book with the arrow in his hand fell to the ground.

"Forgive me, Fifth Young Master! My subordinate didn't see clearly that this was a book, and thought it was something dangerous that was wrapped around your hand!"

The guard dressed as a boy ran over with a bow and arrow and knelt on one knee in front of Song Le'an with his head lowered.

Song Le'an frowned, always feeling that the guard's words were strange, and his behavior was even stranger.

But the guards were worried about him when they did this. If the poem album was pierced, just pierce it. It can be read anyway.

"It doesn't matter, just pull out the arrow. I still have use for this book of poems."

The guard pulled out the arrow and handed the book of poems to Song Le'an.

"Fifth Young Master, I just heard the young men in the pavilion calling for you. You'd better hurry over."

The guard urged, which made Song Le'an, who originally wanted to read the poetry album, hesitate for a moment, so he had to hold the poetry album in his arms and walk towards the pavilion.

The guard also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he completed his wife's instructions.

Later, we only need to escort those young men down the mountain smoothly.

Song Le'an returned to the pavilion, facing his enthusiastic classmates and Dong Zhuo, who was looking at him eagerly.

He chose to sit next to Dong Zhuo.

As soon as he sat down, he could clearly feel Dong Zhuo's joy.

Song Lean pursed his lips and suppressed the complicated emotions in his eyes.

Impromptu poetry begins.

There are more than twenty people in the Huangzi class, and not everyone is good at improvising poetry.

The person who couldn't compose a poem didn't feel embarrassed, but laughed with everyone.

The atmosphere is very nice.

It was Song Le'an's turn. Song Le'an thought about it and composed a poem. Whether it is good or bad depends on everyone's opinion.

The classmates clapped their hands and applauded.

Dong Zhuo, who was sitting next to Song Le'an, listened to the poems he had never heard before from Song Le'an's mouth, and doubts appeared in his eyes.

Why didn’t Ah Le memorize the poems in the poetry album?

"Azhuo, it's your turn, what are you doing?"

Song Le'an sat down and pushed Dong Zhuo, who was stunned, with a half-smile.

Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed, "No, I was just thinking about the poem you just wrote."

Dong Zhuo stood up and composed a poem casually. The classmates were all in a weak mood and gave him sparse applause for Song Le'an's sake.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Everyone sat here and chatted for a while, then continued climbing the mountain.

There is a temple on the top of the mountain. Everyone planned to go in and burn incense, so they went down the mountain.

Song Le'an still accompanied Dong Zhuo at the end.

Dong Zhuo asked him a doubtful question seemingly casually.

"Ale, the poem you just wrote seems not to be in the poem book I gave you."

"Yes, no, I suddenly had an idea and composed a poem with my mouth. How is the poem I composed? Is it pretty good?"

Song Le'an raised his lips and smiled, as if nothing happened.

Dong Zhuo nodded and smiled, "Very good."

The students climbed to the top of the mountain and went in to burn incense.

Song Le'an stood outside the temple and looked around. He remembered his sister's thoughts and took the initiative to ask Dong Zhuo.

"Azhuo, do you know which way goes down the mountain? I heard from other people that the way up the mountain and the way down the mountain are not the same."

"I know, it's that one."

Dong Zhuo said and raised his finger to show Song Le'an a path.

"Okay, I'll remember it. Azhuo, please wait here for a while. I'll go over for convenience."

After Song Le'an finished speaking, he slipped away again.

And he was walking towards the road down the mountain that Dong Zhuo said.

Dong Zhuo didn't think much and kept watching Song Le'an's leaving figure until he was out of sight.

Song Le'an came to the road down the mountain and took two steps down.

He saw the elusive guard sent by his father digging something on the road with a hoe he didn't know where.

Song Le'an: "???"

"Fifth Young Master, please don't go down this road. I just checked the surrounding mountain roads. This road is a dead end. If you continue going down, you will fall down the hillside.

That is the way to go down the mountain smoothly. "

The guard said as he came forward and pointed the way to Song Le'an.

Song Lean felt even stranger.

He knew that his parents sent guards to protect him.

But this guard seems to know something.

In the past, arrows shot down poetry books, but now hoes dig out dead ends.

It seemed that they were all preventing him from doing what he had done in his sister's precognitive dream.

"Fifth Young Master, please take care of this road to prevent your classmates from going here."

The guard continued to pick up the hoe and dig in the ground.

"Besides this way down the mountain, are there any other roads that are prone to danger?"

Song Le'an suddenly asked.

"There is another one, but that road is not a dead end. If you are lucky, it won't be dangerous."

"Which way? Tell me."

The guard hesitated, "Fifth Young Master, the prince and princess have sent you here to protect you."

"I won't be hurt. I just want to know which way you are talking about."

Song Le'an's tone was firm.

.....

Song Le'an did not go back to Dong Zhuo along the same road, but went around in a circle and entered through the side door of the temple.

"Ale, you finally climbed up. Come and burn the incense. We have almost finished burning it and are planning to go down the mountain."

A classmate saw Song Lean coming in and took the initiative to say hello.

"Okay, then I'll go in and burn incense. Please wait for me, everyone."

Song Le'an smiled and went in, lit some incense and came out quickly.

"Ale, do you know which way down the mountain is? We heard there are several ways."

A classmate finally asked this question.

"I know. Let me take you there. Go out through the side door to get closer."