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Five Bamboo Texts
Guo Jia has never cared much about his own body, perhaps because he has long known his time of death, and has accepted death calmly, living each day as he wishes.
So when Jia Xu slapped him, he felt a sense of confusion for the first time. No one has ever hit him from childhood to adulthood. He was spoiled by his parents, spoiled by Xun Yu, and grew up as a genius surrounded by adoring fans. This was the first slap he received in his life.
Jia Xu's crimson eyes shimmered with a flowing light, like a transparent ruby. The fury burned in the depths of his eyes as he grabbed Guo Jia's collar and said slowly, " Guo Fengxiao, there are still people in this world who care about you."
Meanwhile, Guo Jia was lost in thought, his gaze falling on the sickly bamboo plant that resembled him. It is said that every medicine has its poison, and from childhood to adulthood, if it weren't for this bamboo plant suffering alongside him, he might have died long ago.
Just like how Wen Zhu is not as tough as Guo Fengxiao, pouring half a bowl of medicinal juice on it, I don't know how many times it has been replaced. But no one has let it discover that a new one has been replaced before it dies.
Guo Jia's eyes rolled and landed on Jia Xu's angry face. The place where he was hit really hurt, so Guo Jia pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Alright, I understand."
Jia Xu really wanted to say "You know nothing," but after hesitating for a while, he didn't say a word. Yes, what position does he, Jia Wenhe, have? Guo Jia looked at Jia Xu's changing expression several times, patted his hand that was grabbing his collar, and said, "I'll drink it," then slowly picked up the bowl of medicinal soup and drank it all without changing his expression.
Jia Xu's complexion improved a bit, and he put some melted sugar cubes from his sleeve into Guo Jia's hand, then walked away with a cold face.
Guo Jia Holding the candy in his hand, he smiled sullenly, wondering what was going on. Clearly, it was something he didn't care about, so why was he so concerned?
Guo Jia There is still a sense of propriety. He would diligently take his medicine for the illness that affected his life, but as soon as he was about to recover, he would stop taking the medicine on his own, maintaining a weak and frail appearance.
Article 6 Holding the Whip
Unlucky individuals are entangled by lawless elements, with some onlookers, some eager to try, and some unable to bear the sight but indifferent.
Guo Jia casually glanced over and found a familiar face at the center of the storm. He pushed through the crowd with great fanfare.
Whether it was the identity of the young master of the Guo family or the close relationship with the Xun family, they were both very useful, so much so that almost everyone would give him some face. Unfortunately, the drunkard was short-sighted and mistook Guo Jia for a beautiful young master, getting handsy.
Guo Jia With the risk of being hit in mind, a dark whip has already whistled through the air and landed on Deng Tuzi's chest.
Jia Xu As if the intimidation was not enough, another whip was lashed on the ground, causing sand and stones to fly. A narrow crack appeared on the bluestone slab. With a cold and pretty face, she scanned everyone present, giving the impression that anyone who dared to step forward would end up like the people on the ground.
Guo Jia was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hooked Jia Xu's finger, asking him how he didn't know Wenhe could handle a whip before?
In the seventh piece, spring rice is ready for harvest, and students from The Imperial College of Bing Yong are asked to help.
Jia Xu Rolled up his sleeves and the hem of his clothes, helping to tidy up the harvested rice in the field and bundling it together to be sent to the rice mill.
Guo Jia Walked barefoot on the field path, his long robe dragging in the mud and water, with a flower crown made of empty wheat spikes on his head.
From a distance, Wenhe shouted crisply, causing everyone to turn and look at Jia Xu who was busy working, and then at the lazy-looking Guo Jia.
Guo Jia jumped down from the field ridge, his clothes falling into the soft mud. He walked over to Jia Xu with a golden ear of wheat, and inserted it into Jia Xu's ear.
Jia Xu spoke up, saying not to play with the food, and then looked down at Guo Jia's muddy hem, seeming to understand how the clothes had become like this.
Guo Jia smiled and said, "No, a peasant woman gave it to me. She said that putting spring rice on my head symbolizes success."
Guo Jia repeated it again, it's such a good meaningWenhe.
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