Combat Emperor: Zhang Yu's Journey
Chapters... 79: The Seventh Coming of the Prince
The sheets of paper found in the pendant of the heart are very difficult to understand. Zhang Yu spread the sheet of paper no wider than his palm on the table and tried to pay attention to it for some time but was not able to translate it yet.
But indeed this arrangement of words was not neat at all. There is one in the upper right corner, there is one in the lower left corner, there is one in the middle and there is one in the upper left.
It looks more like an incomplete letter.
"Ah, maybe this is a letter that was not made with intention." Zhang Yu ate the last piece of dried meat in his package. Then take one glass of water and sip it.
Sensing the piece of flesh stuck in his throat he gulped down the water recklessly. Accidentally the water droplets fell past his chin and landed on the sheet of paper on the table.
The white color of the paper turned brown. Then the writing that was originally only a few terms of words now turns into a long sentence like a paragraph.
When Zhang Yu saw this, the glass in his hand instantly fell to the floor. His eyes twitched in disbelief at the change in the sheet of paper.
"It-it ...."
Not wanting to waste much time Zhang Yu tried to read the sentence in the sheet of paper. But this writing seems very different from the writing he knows.
"Excession! Posts ...."
Uh...
When Zhang Yu wanted to denounce, he recalled about the painting that was in Elder Zhu He's room. Writing that caught his attention at the time but did not understand its meaning.
If you notice at a glance these two writings are still in the same type.
Zhang Yu glanced at the place where Sun was still unmoved in his place. He tidied up and the glass on the table then left the room rushing to the mission center.
It just so happened that Elder Zhu He was at his desk when Zhang Yu arrived. Seeing him talking to some of the students he did not want to disturb and decided to wait.
After a few minutes later the disciples who were clustered at Elder Zhu He's desk left. Zhang Yu got up from his seat approaching him to the table.
"It seems you have business with me. Do you want to find a B-level mission?" ask Elder Zhu He.
Zhang Yu smiled warmly to return the greeting Elder Zhu He gave, then shook his head. "No, Elder. I didn't come here for a mission."
He's?
"If it wasn't for the mission then what business would you have to come here?" ask Elder Zhu He again.
Zhang Yu pondered for a while, he shook his finger hesitantly then said, "Elder Zhu He, may I see the painting that is in your room?"
Elder Zhu He seemed to frown upon hearing Zhang Yu's wishes.
"Which painting?" ask Elder Zhu He again. He has a large collection of paintings in the room. Either the purchase of their own or the giving of others. What clearly kept the painting was its pleasure.
"Painting on the right of the shelf. It's written in black ink."
"Oh that one ... May. Come on, I'll drive you." Elder Zhu He shifted the chair and left the table to go to the second floor with Zhang Yu.
Arriving at the room Elder Zhu He took down the painting and brought it to the table.
"You can look at it carefully."
Zhang Yu took out a piece of paper from his clothing pocket and matched the writing there with the painting of Elder Zhu He.
Seconds by seconds passed. Watching Zhang Yu who was so focused on his painting, Elder Zhu He could not help but be curious.
"Zhang Yu, do you understand this writing?" point Elder Zhu He at his painting.
Zhang Yu immediately kept the sheet of paper unnoticed by Elder Zhu He. His hand pushed the painting back at its owner. "No. What about the Elder?"
"I don't understand either. Previously this painting belonged to the head of the academy. Because it feels to have value in me I ask it as
Elder Zhu He reassembled the painting in its place, then sat back in his chair. "I've already found out about that writing in some history books of the Xuan Empire but it doesn't seem to exist. I've also tried asking the academy's head but he won't say it."
"But regardless of the meaning, this painting is really like a good luck charm" he added.
Zhang Yu made no comment when he learned the painting was from his teacher. All he had in his head now was to come to his residence and ask about the writing.
"Excuse me Elder, are you still a long time? Some group of disciples looking for you want to ask about the mission." Meng Hua knocked on the door twice then spoke from the doorway.
Zhu He who heard this immediately got up from the chair. "I have to do my job. You can stay here if you still want to look through my collection of paintings."
"Thank you, Elder. But I'll be back."
Zhang Yu saluted then walked out first. Meng Hua was still in the doorway, seeing Zhang Yu come out she held back her footsteps wanting to return to the first floor.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Did you just get back from the mission?"
Zhang Yu stopped there. "The last month I was at the residence. What business is it that Senior Meng Hua is looking for me?"
Ah...
"Who's looking for you. No one's looking for you. You're too confident!" Meng Hua turned her slightly reddened face. He cleared his throat once and turned down the stairs.
No one knows the head of a woman. Too hard to understand.
Zhang Yu shrugged both of his shoulders and went from the same to where his teacher was. But when he was already in the border region between the inner court and the outer court, dozens of disciples ran towards the gate. Whether it was an inner disciple or an outer disciple, everyone did not want to miss out.
"What actually happened? Why are so many disciples looking at the gate?"
Question after question sprung up in his mind. In the distance from the right, Wu Zetian waved his hand while shouting quite loudly.
"Zhang Yu's! Why are you just silent? Come to the gate, don't miss it!"
Though the initial intention wanted to go to the teacher to ask about the writing in the sheet of paper. But an unstoppable curiosity made him decide to go to the gate.
"What's really going on?" zhang Yu asked as he moved beside Wu Zetian.
"You're pretending you don't know or what? Almost all the disciples ran out to welcome the seven princes."
Zhang Yu's footsteps almost came to a halt when he heard the word "prince". His eyes narrowed and looked curious.
"What do you mean prince of the Xuan Empire? Why did they come to the academy?"
Wu Zetian clucked in half complaining. "You suck sometimes. Of course it was them, Imperial Prince Xuan. And the reason they came was of course because they were also academy students."
Academy student?
Zhang Yu instantly regained his senses. As the best academy in the Xuan Empire would naturally be the main destination of every cultivator in the empire. No exception to the imperial family.
...
The academy gate. Seven princes riding horses side by side. Walk through the gate with lots of greetings from disciples along the way.
Xuan Wu continued to carve a bright and excited smile. He became the most smiling prince in this situation.
It was different from Xuan Yin. Ever since entering the gate she felt something was wrong with her.
Despite trying to focus, his mind kept thinking about the one man he didn't want to meet.
"Hopefully it wasn't him."