Chapter 126 Are you coming to Guozijian for extracurricular knowledge?
After Luo Changan achieved his goal, he changed his worried look just now and said calmly and decisively: "You use Qinggong to bring me in, and then follow me to the poetry club to steal a poem."
"Going to the Imperial Academy to steal something! That's against the law!" Nighthawk's face drained of blood, "If that old scholar, Taifu, finds out, it would be strange if he doesn't beat us to death!"
"If you don't tell me, no one will know."
"I know it myself!!! I am a person with a bottom line. My mother told me not to steal things."
"What your mother said is right. You are a good person. In comparison, I am not bottom-line enough. I deeply blame myself."
"...What do you want to do again?"┭┮﹏┭┮
"Forget it, I won't take the shoes. Let them check them. If we find out, we will then explain to the emperor how you took off my shoes." Luo Changan spread his hands.
Nighthawk thought about it, as if she was explaining to the emperor why her shoe had fallen off, and why he was with her in the Imperial College in the middle of the night, which made people feel even more terrible, "Okay, I'm afraid of you. I'm only taking you in, I won't steal!"
If you want to steal, steal it yourself.”
Luo Changan nodded, "Okay. No problem. As per the old rules, you just have to look out for me."
Nighthawk immediately picked up Luo Changan's lower back clothes and brought her into the Imperial Academy lightly. After Luo Changan put on her shoes, the two of them came to the door of the Poetry Society in disgrace. She was worthy of being the emperor's personal bodyguard. This light skill was a thief.
high.
The door of the poetry club was locked at this time, so Luo Changan took out the iron wire he had prepared in advance from his sleeve and began to pick the lock with skillful movements.
Nighthawk's whole body was numb. The emperor taught Haiyin to teach Luo Changan how to pick a lock with a wire. She quickly put it to use. If the emperor knew that she had learned the skill of picking locks to open the lock of the Imperial College, he would not know his expression.
How exciting it will be.
With a snap, Luo Changan pried the lock open, thinking that Professor Haiyin's skills were really useful, and at the same time lamented that he was still very talented as a thief.
"Stay guard at the door. If there is anyone patrolling, tell me immediately."
Luo Changan confessed and entered the poetry club. She took out a fire excerpt and lit a small candle. Then she looked for Song Panyan's name on different small grids on the bookshelf. Each student had a small grid in which
Manuscripts of notebooks and poems.
Nighthawk was frightened, thinking how brave Luo Changan was, to steal something and bring a candle with him, so he convinced her, "Why did you light the candle?"
"Nonsense. It's a blinding light, I can't see. Just keep an eye on it and call out if there is any movement. I'll put out the candle as soon as possible."
"I'm done with it!" Nighthawk immediately looked around and listened in all directions, fearing that others would find something unusual here.
Finally, Luo Changan found Song Panyan's small lattice drawer. She opened the drawer and rummaged through it to find the papers at the bottom. She took out two sheets, which were older and less likely to be read.
Realizing that, she quickly hid the two manuscripts in her chest.
"Luo Changan, come out quickly, someone is coming! The voice sounds like it's Taifu!!!"
Luo Changan heard the sound, blew out the candle, then quickly went out and locked the lock. He couldn't help but feel speechless. The emperor's teacher, the master, didn't sleep in the middle of the night. Why did he come to the Imperial College?
Nighthawk and Luo Changan were about to run away, but they heard footsteps just around the corner, and there were quite a few people coming.
The two of them walked in the opposite direction. Nighthawk was carrying Luo Changan. Yes, he was carrying him. The first time Luo Changan felt that he was a pendant was when Di Qianao used Qinggong to carry him and fly away.
I didn't expect that Di Qianao's bodyguards also had this habit. It was really annoying to be carried around, without any room for resistance, like a helpless waste.
Even though she is a helpless loser... she doesn't want to be exposed all the time.
Luo Changan wondered if it was too late to learn Qing Kung in Twenty Three. He would have to start practicing Qing Kung next time he was reborn in his mother's womb, and he would carry others to play with him after he was born. He would carry Emperor Qian Ao first, and then Night Eagle.
They were carried to the public reading room. This place was full of ordinary books. There were no confidential books and there was no door. It was used for students to read freely. The two of them quickly hid in and hid on the bookshelf.
the depths of.
The two of them leaned against the bookshelf, their hearts pounding, praying for the master and others to come over quickly.
Luo Changan rebuked in a low voice: "You should take me out of the Imperial Academy instead of hiding in this semi-enclosed reading room. If someone comes in here, I tell you, we will be captured alive! What are you thinking!!"
I thought he was a great assist, but he turned out to be a pig teammate?!
"There are many people coming, not only the old master, but also the emperor! I don't have the confidence to fly out with a living person under the emperor's nose!"
"The Emperor may not be able to discover us! You have to run away first! Hiding here does not mean waiting to be caught."
"Stop dreaming!" Nighthawk's face sank, "Don't breathe, I suspect that the emperor has heard our breathing. You don't know how sharp his ears are. Uh, it's scary!"
Luo Changan immediately covered his mouth and held his breath. He just hoped that the Tutor and his entourage would quickly pass by the reading room!
Nighthawk whispered: "Don't be angry, it's already like this. They may not come into the reading room. I guess the emperor wants to read the super enigmatic classical history books in the ten locked rooms! In this kind of public reading room
Ordinary books don’t fit his character!”
Luo Changan glared at him and signaled him to stop talking. The crow's mouth usually said whatever he wanted.
Unexpectedly, instead of passing by the reading room and not entering, the Tutor and his entourage actually stopped at the door, and the light of the lantern dimmed the room.
Luo Changan and Nighthawk looked at each other and saw the word 'no' in each other's eyes. This must be such a 'good' luck!
The Taifu laughed loudly and said: "Emperor, the Nanwen dictionary you are looking for is in the public reading room. I will take you to get it."
Luo Changan and Nighthawk looked at each other again. They seemed to be competing to see whose eyes were wider. What was unbelievable was that the Emperor... the Emperor was really here too!!
Nighthawk used his hand to draw a knife on his neck, roughly meaning, Luo Changan, we are dead now!
Luo Changan's hands were covered in cold sweat and he couldn't hold his breath anymore, so he took a careful breath and couldn't help but assess his situation.
We are currently hiding in the deepest part of the fourth row of bookshelves, not knowing where the Southern Dictionary the Emperor is looking for is.
Finally, it was at the entrance. If the Nanwen dictionary was also hidden here, they would be really lucky.
Nighthawk clasped his hands together and began to pray, thinking that the emperor was very good to me, but I brought his woman to the Imperial Academy to steal things. I did not dissuade Luo Changan, and I was persuaded by Luo Changan to join. I am really sorry for the emperor.
!Woooooooo.
Di Qianao said warmly: "The light is not good, so the teacher doesn't have to move around. Just tell me where the book is and I will go and get it."
The old lady was already in her eighties, and her legs, feet, and eyesight were all bad, so she said, "That Southern Chinese dictionary is placed in the middle of the last shelf on the fourth row of bookshelves."
The fourth row of bookshelves, in the middle of the last grid.
Luo Changan looked back and saw a Southern Dictionary right in front of him. It was so sad. It was so sad.
Nighthawk couldn't help but shed tears, with a look of despair on his face. This is how he died young.
Luo Changan gestured to Nighthawk to hide in the front rows from the small aisle at the back. The two of them immediately left quietly.
Di Qianao walked a few steps towards the fourth row, then paused, looked deeper, and then turned back to the Taifu and said: "I will read here for a while. Teacher, please go back and rest first. No need to accompany you.
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Luo Changan said in his heart, "What a guy, it's so exciting. The emperor actually wants to read a book in the reading room. Wow."
Nighthawk felt in his heart that he was always sorry for Luo Changan, ugh.
Luo Changan put his hand on Nighthawk's mouth through his sleeves to prevent him from making any sound.
Nighthawk thought, the emperor's woman really smells delicious, no wonder the emperor likes the five ways and three fans every day...
The Taifu bowed and said: "Okay, I will retire first. Don't be too late, Emperor. Take care of your dragon body."
"Master, please." Di Qianao pointed his hand toward the door politely.
The old lady left slowly.
After Di Qian'ao took the Nanwen dictionary, there was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, and he walked to the third row like a fish.
When Luo Changan and Ye Ying heard the footsteps, they continued to walk from the small aisle to the second row. Then they heard Di Qianao coming to the second row again, and the two of them walked to the first row again.
, and then hit a wall.
This wall was very smooth, very hard, and made of marble. She was not confident that she could break through the wall, and she had no intention of killing herself by hitting the wall. Nighthawk probably didn't have the ability to shield a wall either.
In other words, Luo Changan and Nighthawk have nowhere to go.
Di Qianao walked steadily to the first row of bookshelves. Wherever he looked, he saw Luo Changan and Night Eagle there. He smiled slightly and said: "Hey, one is my personal female officer, and the other is my personal assistant."
Are the imperial guards and the gang coming to the Imperial College to gain extracurricular knowledge?"