"Ah Yue, are the two seniors Wu and Wei returning to Zhenbei?"
Xue Cheng noticed Chu Yue's mood fluctuation and asked happily.
Chu Yue nodded, and the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising. She turned back to look at Xuecheng, with a bright smile on her face: "Major General Zhenbei Nineteenth will return to Chang'an soon."
"This is a matter of universal celebration. There are ten days left for the Northern Territory Competition. After we resolve it, we will return to Chang'an together. We will drink and eat meat for three days and three nights." Xuecheng said excitedly.
Tu Weiwei's eyes flashed slightly and she bit her red lower lip.
Based on her knowledge from birth to now, and according to Ye Chuyue's distinguished status as an academy elder, she shouldn't care about the army of a vassal state.
Ye Chuyue should go up!!
But when she mentioned Zhenbei, her whole body was covered with brilliant light.
So much so that Tu Weiwei really wanted to go to the vassal states, walk on Chang'an Street, and see the proud appearance of Zhenbei's army!
"After the competition, I am going to Chang'an." Tu Weiwei said.
"Okay, the food in Chang'an is also very good. Remember to bring your royal bowl."
Chu Yue joked.
Several people in the side hall looked at each other, and under the dim candlelight, they showed bright smiles, exuding youthful and vigorous vitality.
Later in the night.
Xiao Li wrote two letters according to what Chu Yue said.
The first letter from home was sent back in a secret way specific to the Protector Xiao Mansion.
As for the second letter, Chu Yue handed it to Yun Hui and explained the importance of the matter.
"Xiao Chu, you can handle the affairs of the academy with peace of mind. Leave this matter to your master. Don't let anyone get close to the Taishi Academy. No one will know that I left the academy during this period."
Yun Huan put away the letter, put on his night clothes, took advantage of the dark wind and stormed out of the Zhan Zhan Academy, and ran all the way to Shenwu Chang'an.
Chu Yue looked at the old man's back disappearing in the night and smiled knowingly.
One thing to say.
Although Yun Hui was not in tune on weekdays, he fantasized about the dream of becoming the Supreme Emperor every day, and he often wrote letters to Shen Xuan to anger his old friends.
But in the face of major right and wrong, his mind is still clear, and he has the demeanor of a swordsman, so he will not fall off the chain.
The next day, early morning.
When Chu Yue showed Xiao Huaigang the letter from Aunt Wu Shufang, this tough-blooded man smiled like a three-year-old child, with tears hidden in his eyes, trying not to fall down.
"Young Master Marquis, the nineteen major generals are all here, but it's a pity...Marquis she is still sleeping on the ground."
Xiao Huaigang stood in front of the window sill, with hot tears sliding down his face, flowing down, and dripping on the potted plants.
Chu Yue opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally decided not to mention her mother for the time being.
Perhaps, when Mu Qinghuang comes to tell it in person, it will still be a surprise to Xiao Huaigang.
...
After finishing handling the matters concerning Zhenbei Chang'an, Chu Yue was not idle.
The Northern Territory Competition is coming soon, and there are many things going on in the academy.
In addition, Chu Yue must be mentally prepared. After going to the north, it is very likely that she will meet her grandmother, Master Huai Qing!
Two days later, the Elder’s Hall.
Chu Yue, Dean Ji Cang and the elders were all discussing the list of disciples for the Northern Territory Competition.
The seventh elder was dressed in a fiery red robe, full of arrogance. He sat on an ancient wooden table with one hip, touched his chin and said: "In the past, our academy's practice was to draw lots to compete, assess, and train the disciples. Dean
,Are we still drawing lots this time?"
Chu Yue sat on the tiger leather chair next to her, with her legs crossed and her hands wrapped around the comfortable little fox. She raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of speechlessness.
Drawing lots??
Disciples from other colleges are competing in full swing. The competition is so cruel that it is frightening. The ambition of the disciples can be seen everywhere. It is very lively.
Looking back at the Zhanzheng Academy, you draw lots here leisurely every time?
"Drawing lots is a long-standing tradition of our hospital. Xiaojiu, what do you think?"
Dean Ji Cang asked: "The documents were sent to the academy this morning. This competition is different from previous years because the scale is very large. In addition to the martial arts stage between individual warriors, there are also group battles, experience and other modes. In this way, every
A college needs at least five hundred disciples."
"How about letting all the disciples vote this time."
Chu Yue's beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and she spoke lazily.
"vote?"
Qin Wuyi asked doubtfully: "Xiaojiu, what is that? It sounds much more interesting than drawing lots."
"Every disciple in the academy is asked to cast a vote. The top five hundred disciples with the most votes will officially participate in the Northern Territory Competition, and then alternate disciples will be selected in order." Chu Yue said in an orderly manner.
"Snapped!"
Qin Wuyi clapped his hands suddenly, "That's it, it's wonderful."
Maybe he clapped his hands too hard and pulled the shoulder blades. Qin Wuyi let out a hiss and gasped.
The seventh elder's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he hurried away, took out the medicine box with ease, frowned and said: "Widow Qin, how old are you, can you help others worry less?"
"I'm happy for you to take care of it."
Widow Qin refused to give in.
Chu Yue rubbed her eyebrows with a headache, and said softly: "Fourth Elder, the competition is about to begin, and you have to go to the north. You have to calm down and recuperate."
"Okay."
Qin Wuyi curled his lips, "I just need to pay attention."
The Seventh Elder: "..." Widow Qin simply didn't regard the Seventh Elder as a human being!