"Miss Xiang, when Xiu Mu and I went back the day before yesterday, I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see it. Although the plaque was replaced with a new one, the threshold has not been replaced, hahaha..."
"And the gatekeeper is still holding gauze on his head and arm, hahaha."
"Moreover, I heard that your bodyguards are very strong in martial arts. Can you teach my bodyguards in the future..."
Qian Zhuye sat down and spat out words from his small mouth.
Ye Qianning pressed her forehead: "You can't speak when you eat."
"Didn't you just finish what you said? I saw it all."
Ye Qianning: "..."
It's definitely an authentic chatterbox that even the disciples can't control.
Qian Fanji is such a quiet person, why is there such a big talk in the house?
"Miss Xiang, are you still in the same class as us when you go to the Academy? Let me tell you, our Prime Minister Gao's son is also in our class." Qian Zhuye reminded.
"I heard yesterday that Gao Qi was asking about you."
"If you violate the disciple rules, each person will copy it ten times and hand it to me before get out of class ends."
"Oh? That?" Ye Qianning heard something interesting.
Master Zhang glanced at it very complicatedly: "As the dean's personal successor, you cannot break the rules of the academy. You copy it fifteen times."
Qian Zhuye was as deflated as a rubber ball.
Ye Qianning also looked over, and saw that Prime Minister Gao had a son of old age, and he loved this son very much. At this time, Gao Qi had finished his meal, stood up with the tray, and went to the place where the dinner plates were placed.
"Should I copy it too?" Ye Qianning asked.
"Anyway, Master didn't see it, so tell me..."
Before Qian Zhuye finished speaking, Master Zhang had already stood at their table.
"Asking about my appearance?" Ye Qianning was confused. She beat his parents, shouldn't they shout "beat and kill"? Why ask about her appearance?
Sang Zhi's face darkened: "As a disciple, you are not allowed to criticize others."
A typical good student.
Sang Zhi stood up: "Yes, Master."
At the age of twelve, he has grown up to be a very talented person, and this is him...
"Ah? Ten times? You only have so much time during lunch break, how can you finish copying it?" Qian Zhuye frowned.
It was difficult for her to write even two characters in traditional Chinese. There were hundreds of disciple regulations, and she couldn't finish them all in two days and fifteen times.
Qian Zhuye turned his head and glanced around behind him, then pointed with his little finger: "Well, the guy in the second row is Gao Qi."
Ye Qianning stared at the back of the villain. He was twelve years old and seven or eight years old. He felt that he walked a little strangely, and his neck was also very short and somewhat unsound.
"If you can't finish copying, you will copy after class. If you don't finish copying today, you are not allowed to go back." The master said coldly.
"..."
Ye Qianning complained in her heart, blaming Qian for being too gossipy.
"So short?"
"cough!"
"No, when I asked you when you would come to the Academy, he also asked the Eighth Prince about your appearance." Qian Zhuye said and looked at Sang Zhi: "Isn't that right, Eighth Prince."
Are there weights added to the meals in the academy? Why does it feel like there is no big guy in the class?
"Prying about me? You want revenge."
"Shh, don't say you're short in front of him. Everything else is fine. But if you say you're short, he'll get angry." Qian Zhuye warned in a low voice.
After the meal, Ye Qianning was dragged by the two men to copy the disciple rules.
It was lunch break at this time, and the students had gone back to take a break after eating. There was no one in the school except for them who were being punished.
Ye Qianning stared at the rice paper with a brush. She had a headache. She didn't have enough food and was fined fifteen times. It was really unfair...
The two people next to me have already written an article, but she still hasn't started.
"Why don't you write it? You did it fifteen times." Qian Zhuye copied it all once.
