The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320: 644 The Might of the Chess Sage (Added Chapter)_2

He didn’t know who was inside the carriage, but he had heard that ordinary people could only enter through the side gate, so he stopped the carriage outside the side gate.

Old Master Meng said lightly, "Keep going, use the main gate."

Gu Jiao had already settled back into the carriage by this time, and upon hearing this, she nodded in agreement, "That’s right, with Old Master Meng’s status, he should certainly go through the main gate."

She looked at the old man appreciatively, he was doing well; his understanding of the role was thorough, and he had learned to add to his own part!

Old Master Meng’s face darkened, I don’t want to deal with you.

No matter the main gate or side gate, both were guarded, and Gu Jiao, sitting in the carriage, lifted her notebook to prompt Old Master Meng.

Old Master Meng clenched his fists, Can I not say it?

Gu Jiao shook her head resolutely.

Old Master Meng lifted the curtain, "Stop."

The carriage stopped.

Old Master Meng handed the token to a disciple of the National Master Hall on duty and, casting an immensely embarrassed glance at the little notebook Gu Jiao was holding up, said, "I am your National Master Hall’s distinguished guest, the National Master’s most sincere friend, the chess sage of the six nations, Old Meng."

The disciple of the National Master Hall: "..."

The carriage moved on directly.

"All right, you can go now, I’ll stroll around myself," Gu Jiao said to Old Master Meng.

She had her limits when it came to tricking people; she generally took care of the really dangerous stuff herself.

Suddenly, Old Master Meng didn’t know what to say, not tricking when he should and going all out when there’s no need to trick.

He stopped her, "What exactly do you want to do at the National Master Hall?"

Gu Jiao didn’t hide it from him, "Gu Yan needs surgery, and I want to see if the National Master Hall has a suitable place for his surgery."

Old Master Meng knew the National Master Hall was renowned for its medical skills. However, he had never been treated there, and after a pause, he said, "Wait here, I will find someone to take you."

With that, Old Master Meng parted the carriage curtain and beckoned to a disciple of the National Master Hall not far away, "Come here."

The disciple hurried over.

Old Master Meng said, "I am Old Meng."

The disciple glanced around with surprise and looked at Gu Jiao, "Young Master, you can sense the death soldiers nearby?"

"Yes," Gu Jiao nodded.

It seemed she was naturally sensitive to the aura of death soldiers, perhaps because they had something in common when it came to fighting.

The death soldiers of the National Master Hall were all very strong. In less than a quarter of an hour, she had already sensed at least ten auras not weaker than that of Heavenly Wolf.

Gu Jiao suddenly felt a bit grateful for the old man’s manoeuvre; if she had truly been searching in secret, it would have been difficult to move freely under the watch of so many experts.

"We’re here."

The disciple pointed to the Book Pavilion and said, "Our senior brother is inside. Please allow me to announce your arrival."

"Thank you," Gu Jiao said.

The disciple went to report his arrival, and not long after, he came out of the Book Pavilion and said to Gu Jiao, "Young Master, my senior brother invites you in."

Gu Jiao nodded her head, walked up the steps, glanced at the shoes left at the door, also removed her own shoes, and with only white socked feet, she stepped onto the impeccably clean floor.

Inside the Book Pavilion, rows and rows of shelves were fully laden; the rich scent of books was overwhelming. The attic was serene, with about a dozen disciples of the National Master Hall organizing the books on the shelves, yet not a single sound was made by anyone.

Through the bookshelves was a wooden platform about a foot high, looking like a small open-plan study.