Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 21 - Wen Cheng Lu Xue

If the Promise Academy wanted to select the student who participated in the most subjects, Li Qingmei would definitely be No.1 if she signed up.

In addition to her own three courses, she also sat in on two of Sikong Que's courses - Shangxiantang and Taozhutang, and followed him to attend the course of the Liangliangtang.

And during the rest, I have to take Xing Yeman to the ingenuity class.

I sat in Shangxian Hall for a whole day, listening to the literary teaching and reciting the obscure "Tao Te Ching" which is longer than the foot wrap.

Until dinner time, her ears were still buzzing with ancient scriptures like chanting.

Early the next morning, she followed behind Sikong Que, yawning again and again into the Liangliang Hall.

In the morning, she studied piano and chess, and in the afternoon, she studied calligraphy, painting and poetry. They worked in pairs. She didn't know anything about piano. As for playing chess?

Knowing a little about backgammon, everyone listened to her playing the piano like cotton, making magical sounds, and avoided them one after another, so she had no choice but to lick her old face and form a team with Sikong Que.

Sikong Mo on the side had a sarcasm on his face, and said in a strange way:
"Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. You and this slave are indeed of the same kind."

"Sikong Que, can I join your team?"

A clear and beautiful voice sounded in Li Qingmei's ear, the voice was melodious, like an orchid in an empty valley.

She turned her head and saw a girl who was about the same age as Sikong Que standing beside her.

A pair of big black and clear eyes shining with starlight, soft and full red lips, and a delicate and exquisite little nose, were born in her beauty and purity.

With her quiet and elegant beautiful dimple, coupled with her flamboyant pink face, although she is only an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, she is just like a beauty, even Li Qingmei, who is also a woman, can't stand her. Can't help but take a second look.

"Thank you, I have teammates."

He only smiled softly, and lightly declined the beauty's invitation.

"Hey, Lu Xue, Lu Xue, I don't have any teammates yet, why don't you join me?"

"Lu Xue, Lu Xue, come with me, come with me!"

Sikong Mo couldn't hide his admiration, and the future crown princess Huangpu Roujia's eyes were filled with tears of grievance, and she looked at Sikong Mo tearfully.

"Brother Mo, I want to be in a team with you! We agreed! Woooooo..."

"Don't make trouble, Roujia, I'm just greeting you politely."

Sikong Mo turned his head away in embarrassment, and softly comforted his jealous fiancee.

"Wencheng Lu Xue, let's team up with Bengong!"

The domineering girl said with a proud face that she was the one who bought Li Qingmei's seat that day for 15 taels of gold.

Only after class did she know that the girl was Chen Liu's beloved little princess, Fengfu.

Wen Cheng?The only people with the surname Wen Cheng in the world are Dayan royal family. I heard that the only daughter of Emperor Chiyan of Dayan also came to Wuji to study this year, and the golden branches and jade leaves must also enter the Nanshan sect.

Sikong Que obviously knew Wencheng Lu Xue a long time ago, but he actually rejected the princess' invitation, this prodigal child!
Wencheng Lu Xue bowed, still smiling softly, turned and walked towards Fengfu.

The melodious sound of the zither lingered endlessly, but from time to time there were bursts of loud and piercing clanking, which attracted everyone's attention, with resentment in their eyes, Sikong Que couldn't laugh or cry.

"Qingmei, it's a good thing we're just here to observe, or how about I come by myself for the next round of the Liangtang class?"

"No, no, how can this work?"

She smiled awkwardly, seeing his resolute face, without room for negotiation, she lowered her head, and said in a low voice:
"Oh, the servant girl will stop making noise."

"Your Highness, remember to team up with Princess Wencheng in the future."

Sikong Que's hand playing the piano was stiff, as if worried that she might have misunderstood, he casually explained:
"She's just a classmate!"

(End of this chapter)