Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 855 is pretty good [3]

Not to mention that the identities and backgrounds of these two people are very different, and there are many differences. Just in terms of their personalities, they are also one in the south and the other in the north.

The dean looked at the two, his expression fluctuating.

"Let's go, Master will take you to celebrate." The old drunkard walked away, completely ignoring everyone, including the dean.

Ye Xiyue pursed her lips into a smile, and walked away.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked at Han Yu and Li Zhengyu beside her.

The two of them stood together, and Ye Xiyue only thought of four words: Worrying and treacherous.

Han Yu received Ye Xiyue's gaze, and greeted her indifferently.

Ye Xiyue approached her with a smile, Han Yu suddenly wanted to back away, after seeing so many people, she just stood still.

"Ninth Prince, what are you going to do?"

"free time."

Everyone: "..."

"By the way, before I leave, let me tell you that today's matter is on my mind. Well, I feel very good about what you did."

After leaving a word, Ye Xiyue took a deep look at Hanyu, turned around and left with a smile.

Chen Xuan secretly sighed in his heart, it's over, the goal is determined, and someone will suffer again.

Hanyu, Li Zhengyu, you two, wish yourselves the best of luck.

After following Ye Xiyue for such a long time, how could he not know that the quieter Ye Xiyue was, the more angry she was.

It's not scary for a woman to be angry, what's scary is that Ye Xiyue is angry.

Today, Han Yu and Li Zhengyu tricked the old drunkard and angered Ye Xiyue. How can the two of them get along?
Han Yu frowned, what does the Ninth Prince mean?
Li Zhengyu's brain is not as good as Hanyu's, Hanyu can't guess it, and Li Zhengyu, an idiot, naturally can't guess it either.

The only way is that Ye Xiyue was just talking nonsense when she was free.

The dean didn't care about the turbulent tide between them, "Old drunkard!"

The old drunkard stood in the meeting hall, turned his head, with a drunken smile on his face, "Principal, the disciples have been accepted, and I have not violated the rules. If you still insist on pestering me, I think you have violated the rules."

"You!" He watched the old drunkard leave helplessly, but there was nothing he could do.

His deep eyes narrowed slowly, almost, just a little bit, the old drunkard was about to leave the academy.

But at this time, the Ninth Prince appeared.

moon white...

His five fingers hidden in the sleeves clenched into fists.

Brewing in his eyes was a depressive coldness.

……

……

night.

Haoyue is in the sky.

Ye Xiyue, Chen Xuan, Xue Wushang and the old alcoholic left the academy and found a tavern, the four of them sat cross-legged and drank some wine.

As for drinking, although Ye Xiyue is a woman, she is more unrestrained than some men, and she is not much inferior when it comes to drinking.

This made the old alcoholic enjoy himself.

Because of his injuries, the old drunk still signaled the three of them not to drink too much.

As for him, he will die without alcohol, so he is an exception.

Ye Xiyue looked at the old alcoholic drinking non-stop, drinking non-stop, she shook her head slightly, some people can't drink without drinking, and old alcoholic is such a person.

She was rather curious about the reason why the old alcoholic insisted on staying in the Royal Academy.

Even more curious, who is it that can tie such a dashing old alcoholic to the Royal Academy and is willing to stay.

"Second Master."

The old alcoholic just drank the wine in his mouth, and immediately spit it out, "What did you call me?"

"Second Master."

"Why...two?" The old drunk pondered for a moment, "I'm not two, am I?"

(End of this chapter)