Li Yunniang hesitated and looked at Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian thought about it, nodded at her and said: "Mom, since the dean has hit it off with you, just let her go."

Turning around, she couldn't help but worry: "Dean Xi, my mother has been working hard at home and has never been to such an occasion. Please take good care of her."

"If so." Xi Yalan smiled brightly, "I will definitely take good care of her."

While they were talking, a carriage with a green tent stopped at the door. The curtains of the carriage were opened, and Grandma Rong got down from it. Fu Yifu said, "Madams, please get in the carriage."

Xi Yalan got into the car with the help of another nanny.

Li Yunniang has never encountered such a big battle, and she doesn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Aunt Rong reached out to help her, but she was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

She didn't move, but Nanny Rong took the initiative to hold her arm and put her on the carriage.

Yuan Bao, who had been witnessing the whole process, scratched the hair on the top of his head and said in disbelief: "That lady is so kind to my mother. Is it possible that she owes sister money?"

Mo Yan curled his lips and interjected: "The entire Zhuxian Academy belongs to Dean Xi, how could she owe money to anyone? In this world, it is easy to repay money, but the most fearful thing is to owe debts to people."

While speaking, he glanced sideways at Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian's eyes darkened as she looked at the blue tent carriage leaving Juechen.

A thought fell on Yuan Bao's forehead, "Children, when we arrive at the gate of the college, why aren't we in a hurry to go to class?"

Yuan Bao was hurt by the bullet, rubbed his forehead, and said dissatisfied: "It took me a while."

"Go to class quickly!" She glared at him.

Yuan Bao was so frightened that he ran away holding his head.

Xia Qianqian turned around and was about to enter the door. She glanced inadvertently. Among the bustling students, the bright red skirt outside the courtyard wall was particularly eye-catching.

It’s Yu Yinghua.

She looked lost and lost as she walked forward along the wall, staggering and almost falling several times, causing the students next to her to stop and point.

Xia Qianqian quickly stepped forward to meet her, supported her, "Mr. Yu."

Yu Yinghua's eyes were distracted. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, a smile emerged from the corners of his lips, "Xia Qianqian, I can finally go home."

She smiled with relief, and the melancholy in her eyebrows immediately disappeared.

When Yu Yinghua said this, there must be progress in Jiang Chengyun's case.

In just three days, Mr. Yu stayed at the General's Mansion to accompany his parents, and he must have experienced a thrilling psychological torture.

"I'll help you go back to rest first."

Xia Qianqian supported Yu Yinghua, helped her back to her residence at Zhuxian College, and placed her on the bed.

Yu Yinghua kept holding her hand and never let go, "Xia Qianqian, we won. But I'm so afraid this is a dream!"

"It can't be a dream!" She was obviously more than ten years younger than her, but she comforted her like an adult.

"Have a good sleep!" She helped Yu Yinghua take off his coat and cover himself with the quilt.

Just as her eyes closed, Yu Yinghua opened them suddenly and said, "Help me ask for leave from Dean Li."

She hasn't been to the academy for several days.

Xia Qianqian turned around and said, "He must be very busy. I haven't seen him recently."

Mr. Liu is probably in Mo Mansion.

After all, there is also a strange young master in the mysterious Mo Mansion.

Last time, Cuttlefish suggested that she treat that person.

She doesn't want to take too many risks.

So, she informed him of all the dangers during the treatment. If he was allowed to treat him, he would have to listen to her in everything.

She is waiting for his response.

It's a pity that more than half a month has passed, and he never came to look for her again, as if that thing didn't exist.

"Forget it then!"

She murmured quietly, then turned over and fell asleep.

Xia Qianqian left the wing, turned around and closed the door.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, Zhu Zirong came in a hurry. When he saw her coming out, he looked shy and coughed twice, "I...I heard that Mr. Yu was back, so I came here specifically to see her."

"She's tired and went to sleep!" Xia Qianqian replied lightly.

"Oh! Then... then I'll go back first. When... I'll leave first." Zhu Zirong was incoherent for a moment, stammering his explanation, and then left like oiling his feet.

Zhu Zirong likes Yu Yinghua. This is not a secret of Zhuxian Academy.

When something happened to Yu Yinghua's family, it was understandable that an admirer of his would come to show concern and warmth.

Just...

Xia Qianqian shook her head.

Forget it, other people's affairs are not her business.

Xia Qianqian turned around and hurried to the Guizi class.

When I arrived at the door of the class, on the podium, a young man in a moon-white brocade robe was holding a book and had already begun to lecture.

As soon as she appeared at the door, everyone in the school turned their eyes to her and fell on her.

Everyone is filled with emotions.

The teachers in Zhuxian Academy are each more serious than the other.

The Mr. Mo in front of me is also known as a strict teacher.

In the past, if anyone was late, he would be punished by standing still.

What about today?

What will happen?

As expected, Mr. Mo in front of the podium frowned.

Everyone's heart sank, Xia Qianqian was going to be in trouble.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo looked at her for a long time and suddenly said loudly: "Come in."

"Thank you, sir!"

Xia Qianqian quickly returned to her seat, took out her book from her bag, opened it, and listened carefully to his explanation.

Speaking of which, Cuttlefish is a person who is not good at words, but when he stood on the podium, he suddenly changed into a different person and started talking.

This lesson tells some stories about calligraphers.

He also explained the different types of calligraphy one by one.

Finally, he asked everyone to choose a font and start practicing.

Xia Qianqian chose small regular script and began to copy a passage from "The Book of Songs".

Suddenly a dark shadow appeared, pointing to a spot on the white paper, "This word, how should I start writing it?"

As he spoke, he took the brush from her hand and wrote the word again on the white paper.

"Hiss!"

In the huge school, a gasp was suddenly heard.

Ren Yuan'er and others looked at Mr. Mo, who was so approachable, and their eyes almost popped out of their frames.

No way!

Preference is not so partial.

On weekdays, Mr. Mo occasionally comes to attend one or two classes, stands on the podium, finishes speaking coldly, and then leaves coldly and with a sullen face.

He has never stepped down from the podium to see how these students have completed their homework, and he has never guided anyone so closely and intimately.

Why is it Xia Qianqian's turn? Everything has changed.

Forget it, forget it.

Everyone suddenly gave up.

There is always a reason why Xia Qianqian is favored.

After experiencing so many things, the students are no longer jealous of Xia Qianqian, but rather envious from the bottom of their hearts.

Some female students looked at Xia Qianqian with gleaming eyes, and couldn't help but fantasize in their hearts.

It would be great if one day, I could become like Xia Qianqian, loved by everyone.

Two classes ended soon.

Under the envious gaze of everyone, Xia Qianqian took Yuan Bao into Hanxuan Courtyard for dinner.

Yuanbao jumped forward, leaving the two of them behind.

Xia Qianqian explained: "I'm late today because I met Mr. Yu. Things there seem to be going well."

"Yes!" He nodded and said, "Many letters were found under the trap outside the Wang family wall."

"Letter?"

"Correspondence between Jiang Chengyun and Fanshan Feng Wei."
Chapter completed!