Aunt Qing didn't know who she was, so she wasn't afraid of Elder Wu at all.
She directly shouted back: "Old Wu, what are you talking about? Our little Wu girl is so pretty, and it is normal for His Highness to be very attracted to her. You bad old man knows nothing!"
Feng Wu glanced at Aunt Qing in surprise and silently gave her a thumbs up.
Aunt Qing raised her chin proudly and cursed, who can't do that?
Elder Wu glared at Aunt Qing, and his beard almost stood up in anger, but for some reason, he did not have an attack in the end. He just flicked his sleeves, glared at Feng Wu, and turned around to leave.
Feng Wu: "..."
Why was she the one being stared at?
Elder Wu only picks soft persimmons?
But before Feng Wu could resist, Elder Wu had already rolled up his sleeves and left. At this moment, Aunt Qing snorted: "It's just old Wu who likes to do mischief."
Aunt Qing looked at Feng Wu with apologetic eyes: "Little Wu, old man Wu found out that there is really no way to send you to the Military Academy."
Feng Wu hurriedly said it's okay, it's okay.
Aunt Qing pulled Feng Wu: "Let's go to the Imperial College. I will send you directly to the person in charge of them and let them take good care of you."
As Aunt Qing walked away, she introduced Feng Wu: "Here we are, the highest person in charge is the head of the magic costume department. He is now in seclusion. You can't see him yet."
"The second in command is the deputy minister. He is also in charge of the Military Academy. He is the old man Wu you just saw."
"The third in command... Normally, he should be the person in charge of the Imperial Academy, but... emmmm, for some unspeakable reasons, the third in command in this base is Master Duanmu."
"Of course, although Master Duanmu is the third-in-command, his status is so great that even the ministers dare not offend him and praise him very highly. Master Duanmu can directly talk to Dean Xu.
Even talking to the Generalissimo."
"This number four figure is finally the turn of the person in charge of our Imperial College. His name is Wang Zhiheng. He was Master Duanmu's junior disciple back then, but for some reason, the two senior brothers are not on good terms now."
What Aunt Qing is telling Feng Wu now are all internal secrets of the Magic Costume Department. Who made her have a good impression of Feng Wu?
If this impression is not good, after bringing the person over, just throw it into the queue and it will be done. How can he explain so much.
Aunt Qing was talking and Feng Wu was listening. One of them spoke happily while the other listened seriously, which was particularly harmonious.
Aunt Qing suddenly asked Feng Wu: "Do you know how our magic costume department works?"
Feng Wu: "Ah? How does it work?"
Aunt Qing: "Did you really not inquire before you came in? Do you really know nothing?"
Feng Wu has an innocent face.
Aunt Qing sighed: "Oh, you girl... Why is this Great Elder Dongfang so stingy? Why does she care about a little girl like you? Why is she angry with you? She doesn't even think about how much she has done to herself.
Years old."
Aunt Qing muttered while telling Feng Wu: "Here we have dozens of magic costume teams, large and small. The top of the team issues tasks and the teams take orders."
"We have several models here, the most common one is the inscription workshop model where a master leads a young apprentice."
Aunt Qing brought Feng Wu into the area of the Imperial Academy. As she walked, she pointed at the large and small separated spaces around her and said to Feng Wu: "Look, these rooms are large and small. The ones closest to the gate are the largest.