A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 255 The Closed Disciple of the National Teacher

Wan Rong took the consultation fee for him and sent him out.

When he came back, he ordered the kitchen to cook the medicine.

After Ye Qian told her to take good care of her injuries and not to miss her homework, she also went to work on her embroidery.

The old lady of Liu's family, that is, her mother-in-law will have her birthday in a month. She is very good at embroidery. In order to win the old lady's praise, she has been embroidering peony and gold silk embroidery for half a month.

Liu Qingxi was left standing alone in the hall of Xinhua Courtyard.

The small body is wearing a silver-red and golden peach blossom gauze skirt, standing there alone, looking a little lonely from a distance!
A slender hand caressed her small face.

She didn't control the strength well, pressed it, "hiss." There was a throbbing pain, and a burst of pain hit her, and she called out softly.

Liu Qingxi's clear eyes were filled with even more hatred, she knew that the two people yesterday were Ye Zhi and Tan Huanhuan, although their faces were covered, they could be recognized from the hazy shadows.

There is only the two of them who have a grudge against her and have such a tall body.

It's not for anything else, Ye Zhi looks good, she has a slim body, standing there pretty, she is really cute, Liu Qingxi doesn't want to admit that the youngest daughter of the Shangshu family is prettier than herself.

It's hard to hide her jealousy and envy, she just watched a few more times silently before!
She even dared to break into Liu's mansion at night and hurt her, so she will not be relentless.

The little girl who was wearing a peach blossom gauze dress covered with silver and red and golden branches, burst out with strong hatred in her eyes.

The leave of the Imperial College lasted for five days. Liu Qingxi, who was recuperating in the mansion for the past few days, missed the news that Shen Chen became a closed disciple of the Imperial Teacher.

In the morning, the students who hadn't attended class were talking about the students selected by the National Teacher.

Lingxiangyuan, Yulanzhai, Class [-].

"Wow, is this written by the national teacher? It's the first time I've seen it."

It was Ye Zhi who spoke, and what she was holding was a bunch of papers.

The above is a notice notifying Shen Chen to become a disciple of the National Teacher!
This is the so-called sense of ritual.

The little treacherous official attends classes in Qiyun Academy, and can meet with the national teacher every day, just notify him directly, and he must get a piece of paper.

When they got Class [-], Ye Zhi, Huanhuan, Xiao Liqian, Changzhou and others immediately stepped forward to watch.

There is also a compliment.

Little Li Qian's face was full of tears: "Brother Xiaochen, you are so powerful. My royal father likes to talk about life with the national teacher the most. I didn't expect you to become a disciple of the national teacher."

"Congratulations, Brother Shen." Changzhou spoke with a polite tone, paused and continued: "There are four joys in life, long drought meets sweet rain, meeting old friends in a foreign land; When you become a closed disciple of the national teacher, you can also be regarded as a name on the gold list."

Sure enough, a nerd.

How did it get on the gold list?

Huanhuan pushed him away and asked her to say, "Hehe, will Xiaochen become the new national teacher in the future? Gou Fugui, don't forget each other."

Ye Zhi smiled and said: "How could it be possible to forget that we go to school together every day, we are both in the Imperial College, and we can still be in the same class when we upgrade in the future, Xiaochen is not that kind of person."

She reached out and patted the little treacherous minister on the shoulder, expressing that she was very optimistic about him.

The little treacherous official who was photographed lowered his head and didn't speak!

The friends around her looked at her in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe it.

Ye Zhi, who received the eyes of several people, stretched out her small hand and touched her face: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

(End of this chapter)