Qin Wuyi looked at Xue Yingying indifferently, pulled her lips, sneered, and then entered the academy with injuries.

Seeing this scene from afar, the seventh elder shook his head helplessly, then looked at Qin Wuyi's wound on his shoulder blade with concern, and frowned: "I still have the strength to teach people a lesson because I am worthy of being Widow Qin."

As if he was afraid that Widow Qin would not pay attention to his injuries, he tiptoed over.

On the other hand, Xue Yingying, who was whipped, had a spine cracked and bright red blood flowed out.

Xue Yingying was so painful that her eyes were filled with tears. She lay in a mess for a while, and she had difficulty getting up and planned to leave, but was stopped by the academy guards.

The guard said expressionlessly: "The Fourth Elder has given the order. Miss Xue will not leave without permission if she has not finished cleaning."

"I have injuries on my body, and it is not convenient to do things. I'll go back and deal with the wound before coming."

Xue Yingying's face was pale and her voice was extremely weak.

"The fourth elder said that only pain can lead to a memory. The girl should wait until she finishes cleaning." The guards were cold and hard.

Xue Yingying opened her eyes wide in disbelief, hesitated in pain and picked up the broom tremblingly.

At this point, the appointment ceremony of the Ninth Elders of the War Academy came to an end.

Witnesses such as Wu Zu returned by the wind.

The people from the top ten academies in the royal palace feast were as if they had missed some treasure, and they were sad and sighing.

Yan Hongyuan played with the white jade wine glass and listened comfortably to the chattering sounds.

"This little prince, who is the host, has broken his arms and returned to the royal family. What should we do if we stay here?"

"Of course I can't stay anymore. Please go back to the hospital and start preparing for the affairs of the top ten colleges."

"Hey, I don't understand. Priest Mu and Miss Ye are both from the Mu Mansion. Why don't the four fathers and sons of the Mu Mansion in Beizhou don't care at all?"

"Elder Zhou's words are reasonable. Can you do it? Ye Chuyue is the bloodline of Beizhou Mu Mansion?"

Yan Hongyuan suddenly stopped playing with the wine glass, and a frosty eyes were filled with interest.

"Bang!"

When Ye Xun'er heard the man's words, she overturned the table in front of her.

The delicacies, cups, porcelain plates, all sprinkled into a mess.

Everyone was silent and looked at Ye Xun'er with distorted and ferocious faces in shock.

Ye Xun'er gritted her teeth, stared at the speaker hatefully, and said angrily: "She is a villain in Chang'an, who deserves to defile the character of my Mu Mansion?"

"It's just a joke. Why should Miss Ye hurt her liver and get angry?"

The man sneered: "But Miss Ye let me see it. It turns out that people with the same surname Ye can be so different, which is very interesting."

In the past, people were afraid of Mu Sheng, because it was because of the Tianfu royal family behind Mu Sheng.

When I came to the feast, I realized that Wenren definitely didn't care at all. He was the one who was removed from the genealogy by the Mu family, so there was no need to be deliberately tolerant of him.

Ye Xun'er's eyes were red and tears were shining. She looked at Mu Sheng with grievance.

But Mu Sheng was invincible.

People from various academies then left one after another, discussing with each other before leaving, all regretting not going to Jiuding Gate.

"Go back to the hospital."

Master Lou looked at Mu Sheng and his daughter with great regret, extremely disappointed.

If he knew that Wu Zu was so afraid of Ye Mohan, Ye Chuyue would be able to get good in front of the royal family of the Tianfu.
Chapter completed!