Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 26 You Have Something on Your Head
Lingjiu wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with it, just a little scratch, the child's skin was tender, and it just looked scary.But suddenly thinking of Song Xueyi and looking at the injury on her hand, it was really shocking, so she nodded to Xiayan, "Let's go."

Xiayan led her to a wing room, carefully washed her wound with clean water, and then applied medicine. She was a little surprised to see that Lingjiu didn't cry out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Lingjiu noticed her gaze.

Xiayan shook her head quickly, but did not speak.

Lingjiu was not interested in exploring her thoughts, looked down at the hand applying the medicine, stopped the blood and wiped a thin layer of translucent ointment, it seemed that nothing was wrong.

"Don't tell Song Xiaobai about this."

"Ah?" Xiayan was taken aback, she didn't understand what Song Xiaobai meant for a moment, but after realizing it, she was helpless and more surprised.

Master Jiu is not going to sue?
"In your eyes, am I the kind of person who likes to sue?" Lingjiu blinked, and there was a malicious brilliance in her pure eyes.

It turned out that Xiayan lost her mind for a while, and she actually spoke out what was in her heart.

"Slaves don't dare!" Xiayan quickly bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

Lingjiu wrapped his hands in a handkerchief, "I remember riding and archery class later?"

Xiayan said: "Yes." Looking up, she saw that the little man in purple had already walked out.

She couldn't help showing a bit of doubt, Master Jiu didn't seem to be as lazy, cunning and hypocritical as she thought?
If Lingjiu can detect people's thoughts, she will be very interested in showing her what cunning and hypocrisy is!People who speak ill of people behind their backs are the most annoying!
At this time, in an independent courtyard to the east of Qingyun College.

Song Xueyi sat face to face with a middle-aged man in green robe.

Wearing a green robe, with thin face and thin eyes, slightly wrinkled eyes, the man who looks to be nearly forty years old is named Zhao Bizhi. He is a well-known teacher of Qingyun College. Students who were injured in fights and competitions were all healed by him.

He is as well-known among the students of Qingyun College as the dean, not because of his superb medical skills, but because of his cold and wicked personality. Leaving it aside for a long time, letting him suffer is also common.

"Come here, Xueyi has a taste of this tea, a famous product of Shuhaizhou." Zhao Bizhi personally picked up the celadon teapot and poured tea for Song Xueyi.

If this scene is seen by the students of Qingyun College, they will definitely lose their eyes.

In their cognition, Zhao Bizhi is a slob who looks at people with his nose, and even Dean Qingyun doesn't pay attention to him. Even Dean Qingyun may not be able to get tea from him personally, let alone Say a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Song Xueyi didn't seem to be surprised by this, she picked up the teacup and put it in front of the mask, and put it back on the table calmly a second later.

Zhao Bizhi's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "It seems that I haven't seen you for a few years, and not only have you not regressed, but you have become even stronger."

Song Xueyi said softly: "I want to study at Qingyun College."

"Pfft—" Zhao Bizhi spit out the tea that he had just taken into his mouth.With a contorted face, he wiped his face with his sleeve, and said in confusion: "Xuewazi, this joke is meaningless! You can't practice martial arts physically, so you can only practice literature, but which literature teacher in Qingshan College is qualified to teach you? "

Song Xueyi said: "I can't compare the experience of the teachers."

"That's true." Zhao Bizhi laughed, then stopped, and asked seriously: "Are you really planning to come to study? Why, don't tell me that you are bored and looking for trouble, and want to find friends for fun?"

He speaks very directly, and people with weaker minds are easily stabbed, but Song Xueyi is obviously not among them.

"Of course I have my reasons for doing this." Song Xueyi reached out to pick up the teapot in front of Zhao Bizhi, and under the flattered eyes of the other party, filled the teacup for him.There was a slight crisp sound when the teapot was put down, and he brought the tea cup to Zhao Bizhi with his own hands, and said in a warm and peaceful voice, "Mr. Zhao, please accept me as a closed student."

Zhao Bizhi's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: I have no ability to accept you as a student. A few years ago, I couldn't see you clearly. Now your medical skills are more unpredictable. I still want to gain some experience from you. !
On the surface, he couldn't hide his ecstasy, and his face, which was pretending to be reserved and serious, was distorted because of this, and he said happily, "Well, seeing that you are so sincere, I agree as a teacher."

He took the teacup in his hand, and it was extra sweet when he drank it into his mouth.

"Huh?" Three seconds later, Zhao Bizhi's face changed drastically, seeing Song Xueyi's expression of love and hate, and more of annoyance, "When did you take the medicine!"

Song Xueyi raised her eyes and said softly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and Mr. has not regressed, but he has not improved either."

"You boy!" Zhao Bizhi blushed.

Song Xueyi said warmly: "This is a teacher's apprenticeship gift from the students, and it can remove toxins from the body of the master."

Hearing this, Zhao Bizhi's face immediately eased a lot, and there was still a gleam of joy in his eyes.He knows Song Xueyi's medicine is good, since he said it can detoxify, it will definitely be able to detoxify, and it will be of great benefit to his body.

"Gulu!" His stomach hurt more and more, Zhao Bizhi suddenly gritted his teeth and asked, "How did your medicine work?"

Song Xueyi said calmly, "It's like a laxative."

"What a teacher apprentice ceremony!" Zhao Bi was neither angry nor happy, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he got up and left quickly, clutching his stomach.

Song Xueyi sat where he was, and felt bored after a while, and his heart was itchy, urging him to find the source of the itching.

"Dove."

Qingyun Academy not only teaches literature, but also teaches martial arts, regardless of gender.

This kind of teaching atmosphere is not only in Shuoyun Prefecture, but also in Shuhaizhou and Feijingzhou.This also allowed Lingjiu to be sure that the continent she traveled to was not any dynasty she was familiar with, and it might not even be the world she was in.

When Lingjiu and Xiayan came to the venue of the riding and archery class together, they found that it was very lively inside.

A group of children, big and small, gathered together, and in the vague gap, two people could be seen standing inside, two teenagers who were not young.

Lingjiu walked into the crowd, her eyes fixed on the young man in white.

He is as clear-cut as when we first met him. The warm-colored beige narrow-sleeved robe, embroidered with large water-green hibiscus flowers, can't soften the cold arrogance on his face. His eyes condensed the self-confidence that belonged to the proud son of heaven, and the sharp look that flashed occasionally made people understand that not only was he not easy to provoke, but his own strength could not be provoked by others.

Jiang Wumei, the person with the deepest chaotic memory of the original 'her'.

(End of this chapter)