I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 29: The First Lesson of the School Year
Just as Rong Heng was about to crush the porcelain bottle in his hand, after a brief surge of blood, the internal injuries he had suffered today unexpectedly began to heal.
After a while, his breath steadied, and a flicker of astonishment flashed in Rong Heng’s eyes.
The medicine sent by Gu Lan actually proved beneficial.
If he remembered correctly, this medicine was an ancient formula, extremely precious in its ingredients; even if he knew the formula, he couldn’t afford to buy those herbs.
No one knows, this Ghost Doctor, highly sought after and renowned in the world for a hundred years, is in fact a humble abandoned child who can’t even afford the medicine he takes himself.
Jiu, seeing Rong Heng’s usual complexion, finally sighed in relief and murmured, "Didn’t expect the medicine to be real, scared me to death..."
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked again:
"Your Highness, is Young Master Gu really impotent?"
Rong Heng’s dark eyes, like stormy clouds, gazed at Jiu. Thinking of a certain "impotent" young master, the clouds suddenly cleared, and he revealed a faint smile.
In an instant, the storm cleared, as if the warm sun blended into the gentle spring breeze stretching for miles.
"Not much different from you," his gaze fell to Jiu’s crotch, fingers trembling slightly, recalling the feel of Gu Lan’s wrist’s pulse earlier, "Maybe it’s really to cure impotence."
Jiu: Damn, isn’t he an eunuch? Young Master Gu and I... are similar?!
Immediately, Jiu looked at the bottles and jars of medicine on the table with a bit more sympathy.
Poor Young Master, the only legitimate son of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, so young, yet impotent.
Jiu didn’t doubt his master’s pulse diagnosis at all.
Rong Heng put away the porcelain bottle, then smelled the others, and after a careful discernment, he basically determined what these medicines were.
Worth a fortune.
All of which he couldn’t afford.
The Zhou family was willing to part with them,
And that kid,
Probably doesn’t even know how precious this medicine is, right?
*
At 5 a.m., before the sun fully rose, a few imperial family students already arrived in the Maoqin Hall of the Imperial Family School.
This was Gu Lan’s first day in the Imperial Family School, the weather was clear, with not a cloud in the sky, but it was extremely sultry.
Gu Lan and Rong Yunhao were respectively brought to the hall by their personal maids who had accompanied them to the palace, reluctantly seeing them off into Maoqin Hall.
As they hesitated at the door, the students inside also peered outside, much like onlookers observing freshmen entering school in later generations.
Rong Baoyi, sitting inside, was the first to lift her eyes, watching her brother Rong Yunhao’s behavior.
Expression as usual, complexion normal, not bad.
Rong Baoyi was initially quite satisfied but frowned seeing Young Master Gu’s beautiful maid looking at him with such reluctance.
Rong Baoyi remembered when Gu Lan safely returned her brother to the Prince Mansion, appearing courteous and unlike the licentious and domineering figure rumored.
However, his maid is indeed beautiful, and their affectionate manner together certainly matches the rumors of Young Master Gu keeping a beautiful maid in the Capital City.
"Gu Lan... really is good-looking!"
Inside the hall, a noble-clad young lady remarked softly, her eyes gazing at Gu Lan, the tear mole in the corner of her eye trembling captivatingly.
"The Princess is absolutely right, Young Master Gu is truly charming and talented."
Hearing the girl’s comment, another young lady beside her immediately echoed.
"Pff, Miaoyan, obviously this prince is more handsome, Gu Lan is nothing more than a pretty boy," Rong Qijun frowned and said.
The girl next to him didn’t want to offend anyone: "The Second Prince is also extraordinary, with both talent and beauty!"
"I’m not blind."
The speaker was Princess Ning’an, Rong Miaoyan, her bright eyes rolled at the Second Prince with disdain.
It was also she who previously noticed how Gu Lan subtly suppressed Yuan Lang with four ounces moving a thousand pounds.
"Rong Miaoyan, you!" Rong Qijun, extremely annoyed, had no way to deal with Rong Miaoyan.
At this moment, Dean Lu of the Imperial Family personally led Gu Lan and Rong Yunhao, these two little ancestors, to the front platform.
Gu Lan, carrying the ancient version of a canvas schoolbag sewn by Madam Zhou, casually placed one hand by his side, fingers slightly curling.
Wanting to put his hands in his pockets.
The morning sun gently shone on Gu Lan, who was dressed in a white scholar’s robe, making her appear slender and handsome.
She stood straight, like a young poplar tree welcoming the spring breeze. A vermilion cloud-patterned headband outlined her exceptionally delicate facial features, with elegant and beautiful brows, a high nose bridge, and a calm and pure demeanor.
Her black eyes were like ink dots, bright and moist, as if she had walked out of a painting, embodying a noble young master with a touch of unruly sharpness.
Even Rong Qijun, who was always clamorous, had to admit that Gu Lan indeed possessed a stunning appearance that was very appealing to young ladies.
Gu Lan glanced downward, and within the entire Imperial Family Academy, there were not many students truly seated at their desks. With three people in each row, there were merely five rows of seats in total.
Sitting in the first spot of the first row was the Second Prince, Rong Qijun, who was winking at her.
And sitting at the very end...
Was Rong Heng!
Gu Lan couldn’t help but look at him several times.
Rong Heng slightly tilted his head up, his face full of gloom and indifference. The subtle morning sun coated his ink-black hair with a layer of golden sand. Even though he was in the light, he emitted a lifeless and forbidding aura, completely at odds with his surroundings.
Gu Lan was a bit stunned; today’s Rong Heng was entirely different from the one questioning her while injured yesterday.
She even thought that sitting next to the current Rong Heng, she could enjoy air conditioning in ancient summer.
Those deep, unfathomable eyes looked over, meeting Gu Lan’s gaze in mid-air.
Then, in that brief moment, Rong Heng understood the words in Gu Lan’s bright eyes:
"Brother Hang, have you eaten?"
He immediately lowered his eyes, fearing he couldn’t resist rolling them.
After Dean Lu introduced the identities of the two people, he coughed and said, "Gu Lan, Rong Yunhao, you may choose your own empty seats within the hall."
"Where shall I sit!" Gu Lan pointed to the seat directly in front of Rong Heng.
The distance between deskmates was too far; front and back tables were just right.
Rong Heng’s expression was cold and silent, as if engulfed in his own world, indifferent to everything.
"Gu Lan, sit next to me instead. I’ll make Yuan Lang move!" Rong Qijun cheerfully pointed to Yuan Lang next to him, happily beckoning Gu Lan.
Yuan Lang immediately stood up: "Young Master Gu, please take a seat."
Gu Lan didn’t look at the two, blinked, and saw a graceful and stunningly dressed girl sitting upright to the left of the seat she chose.
"I want to sit next to the beauty," Gu Lan said without hesitation.
Currently, there were only three girls in the Imperial Family Academy: one was Rong Yunhao’s sister Rong Baoyi, and the other two were sitting front to back together.
Clearly, the richly dressed girl sitting at the back was the most esteemed in the entire Maoqin Hall, someone even Rong Qijun dared not be too presumptuous with his gaze.
— Princess Ning’an, Rong Miaoyan, the only biological child of the current Empress.
And now the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, whose mother passed early, had always been raised by the Empress as a legitimate prince.
Rong Qijun twitched his lips and rolled his eyes before shouting, "Gu Lan, are you crazy? You used to say you hated Rong Miaoyan the most!"
"The past is the past, now is now; moreover, you said it, I didn’t say it — you’re blind, not me. Second Prince, can you tell me, with such beauty like Princess Ning’an, as stunning as falling fish and closing moon, where did I say I hated her?"
Gu Lan quickly squinted and countered.
Whether the original Gu had said it or hated Rong Miaoyan, she didn’t know, but how could she hate a beauty?
Rong Qijun’s eyes widened, not expecting Gu Lan to refute him.
Princess Ning’an was the darling daughter of Empress Su, the only princess of the Emperor. Even the Crown Prince had to be deferential to this sister by three parts, and Rong Qijun’s mother was Consort Qian, who was a sworn enemy of Empress Su, so how could he dare provoke Rong Miaoyan?
He wouldn’t dare.
Rong Miaoyan heard Gu Lan’s series of words, curved her bright and gentle eyes, and said nothing.
She naturally understood what her Second Imperial Brother was like, and was just unexpected that Young Master Gu was so different from the rumors, especially... born so remarkably handsome.
At this moment, Rong Yunhao gently tugged at Gu Lan’s clothing corner, his voice lilting with grievance.
"Brother Lan, what about me, I want to sit with you."
Gu Lan glanced at him; this short fellow probably couldn’t sit in the second-to-last row: "Be good, go to your sister."
Rong Yunhao glanced at Rong Baoyi, who was eyeing him fiercely, and shrunk his neck: "Maybe not, I’m scared."
Gu Lan looked at the seat she selected; in this row, there were only three seats, with Rong Miaoyan on the left, herself in the middle, and a refined and scholarly tall, thin young man already seated on the right.
She spread her hands at Rong Yunhao: "There’s no space left."
