Dressed as the vicious stepmother of the villains

Chapter 290
It is said that an exam is not very important, but the time is different, and the meaning of the representative is also different.

This exam is the first exam after the identity of the eldest grandson of the emperor changed.

If Yu Feicheng fails Yu Feisheng in the exam, or if there is a problem with his grades, in the eyes of the people in the capital, it may be that this emperor's eldest grandson is not as good as the previous emperor's eldest grandson.

From a long-term perspective, it will have a certain degree of impact on Yu Feicheng's position in the future.

Qiao Lianlian, out of the heart of an old mother, does not want her son's future to be unstable.

She clenched the test paper in her hand, and a bold idea rose in her heart.

"It would be great if I could turn this test paper back into the National Academy." Yu Feique just sighed next to him.

Qiao Lian repeatedly stroked the eldest daughter's soft bun, "Chunhua is cooking, you can bring Geer to dinner later, if Zhonger and Chenger come, tell them I have something to do."

"Mother, where are you going?" Yu Feique was puzzled.

Mother is very busy, she has to go to Sixi Tower to look at the business, sell recipes, and go to Toshido Hall for pulse diagnosis.

But that was busy at noon and afternoon, and I never left the house in the morning.

"Something." Qiao Lianlian didn't say much, changed into neat clothes, and ran out of the house.

Qingping County Prince's Mansion is favored by the emperor, its location is close to the imperial city, and naturally it is not far from the National Academy.

She only ran for a cup of tea, and arrived at the gate of the majestic and wide National Academy.

At this time, there was still half an hour before the class at the National Academy, and there were not many people coming and going, so Qiao Lian turned into the alley next to him, and turned into the National Academy by cleverness.

It has been dozens of years since the National Academy was established.

Out of respect for the highest institution of the dynasty, no one has yet dared to climb over the wall of the National Academy.

Qiao Lian continued to breathe, walking carefully behind the tree.

Thank goodness no one.

Qiao Lianlian became more courageous, stepped a little wider, and continued to walk inside.

But as she walked, Mrs. Qiao was a little dumbfounded.

She knew the general layout of the National Academy, because the eldest son had told her about the layout of the academy twice.

But there is still a big difference between narration and narration, and walking through it in person.

Coupled with the fact that the houses in ancient times all looked similar, Qiao Lianlian seemed to have lost his way.

She circled around the spot twice, silently estimating how little time she had left, gritted her teeth cruelly, and decided to calculate according to the layout of the modern college.

In general schools, teachers' offices are at both ends of the floor.

Qiao Lian silently counted the wooden signs of the four classrooms A, B, C and D, and finally came to a room without a sign.

It should be here.

She went around to the back and found that the window was not closed, so Lililuo rolled over from the window and entered.

Thankfully, it's really the teacher's office.

Qiao Lian rummaged through it, and soon found Chai Keji's test papers, so this stack should be the papers of Class A.

She neatly pulled out the rolled rice paper from her sleeve, spread it out carefully, and pressed it to the lower part of the roll.

Rice paper is soft and there will be marks when it is folded, so it can only be stored in a tube.

But there will be inertia when the roll is unwrapped. Fortunately, this stack of testimonials is quite thick, and it just presses down on Yu Feicheng's testimonial.

Qiao Lianlian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a stack of papers, arranged them vertically, and put them back in place.

The matter was finally done, and the tugging heart finally returned to the stomach.

Qiao Lianlian was about to leave through the window when there was a movement outside the door.

Startled, she looked left and right, trying to find a place to hide.

But this office is really empty, and the only cabinet is still hollowed out, so I can't hide myself.

Fortunately, Qiao Lianlian has a bigger reliance.

She murmured silently in her heart, and in an instant, she jumped from the antique office into a very modern laboratory.

The smell of disinfectant filled the nostrils, and the modern fast-paced feeling rushed into the bones.

Qiao blinked again and again, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

She has lived in the Dayu Dynasty for a long time, and she doesn't seem to remember the 21st century.

Fortunately, there is still a laboratory, which can remind her that there is another time and space, another world, and another group of people living in it.

Qiao sighed again and again, and searched briefly in the laboratory.

Things here can be replenished regularly, but not unconditionally.

For example, a cup of the most common water can be replenished in 10 minutes, but it takes ten days to replenish a cup of gold sore medicine.

As for the hot weapon, she hasn't dared to take it out yet, so she doesn't know how often it can be replenished.

Qiao repeatedly stroked the body of the gun, and suddenly heard a slight sound of fire.

Fire Zhezi?
Why is there a fire book in the laboratory?
She opened her eyes suddenly, and walked towards the direction where the sound came from—it was the only window in the laboratory.

Through the window, she saw the quaint office outside, and also saw a familiar figure blowing on the torch, bringing the dancing flames closer to the stack of class A papers.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Lianlian couldn't help shouting.

That was the test paper she sent back after all the hard work, how could it be burned.

Ji Yunshu, who was about to cause an accident in the National Academy, paused for a moment.

He seemed to have heard Qiao Lianlian's voice just now.

But when he turned around, he didn't see anyone.

Is it hallucinations?

The dignified Qingping County King buttoned his ears and questioned his physical fitness.

He blew on the fire roll again, blowing the bright orange flames more vigorously, and then carefully moved to the corner of the roll.

Seeing that the flames were about to sweep through a stack of rice paper.

Sooner or later, Qiao Lian turned over and jumped out of the window, holding down the fire pocket.

The swaying flames blackened a small corner of the test paper, and narrowly missed the ignition.

"Lianlian?" Ji Yunshu was dumbfounded, "Why are you here?"

Qiao repeatedly pursed his lips, didn't want to answer, and simply fought back, "Why are you here? What are you trying to do with the torch?"

Ji Yunshu was silent for a moment, and was about to speak when there was a knock at the door.

It seems that someone is pushing the door.

Qiao was startled again and again, before he could move in time, he was held by Ji Yunshu with one hand, one whirled, and the two fell out of the window.

The next moment, the wooden door was pushed open, someone walked in slowly, fumbled around for a while, and left with something in his arms.

When the wooden door was closed again, Ji Yunshu let go of Qiao Lianlian, and looked in through the window, the stack of papers was no longer there.

"It's late." He sighed, "It should be the master who took the paper away."

King Qingping regretted not being able to burn a stack of papers.

"Take it away." Qiao Lian tilted his head to look at him, "Ji Yunshu, what are you doing here?"

The two people who met you and me yesterday met in such a strange place today.

Speaking of which, it seemed a little embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)