Pick a Prince and Get Rich

Ning Huai followed the 11 and 12 elder martial brothers to the residence where they all slept together. There was a long shop with bedding on it. As soon as they stepped into the yard, they were watched by the people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our seventeen younger martial brother. He is the last student of mountain master. We should take good care of him in the future!" Eleven leads Ning Huai to introduce to everybody.

Those people, either standing or sitting, playing chess in pairs, or cleaning up, stop what they are doing and look at Ning huaitou.

Eleven gently pushed behind Ning Huai for a few minutes, and his eyes motioned him to salute. Ning Huai immediately pointed to all the people: "I've seen you, elder martial brothers!"

After they met each other, Xi'an led Ning Huai into the inner room and arranged for him to sleep beside him.

"This is your berth. Can you sleep next to me?" Eleven points to the one body berth.

Ning Huai nodded, took the bedding from twelve hands, and spread it on it.

Si Mo, who followed him, could not help but ask: "the master ordered his subordinates to protect you. If you live here, I'm afraid it's hard for them to explain to the master." The rules of Wansong academy did not allow him to stay here, so he was in a bit of a dilemma.

The master of Si Mo's mouth is the fourth Prince Ji Rusheng. Ning Huai understands that he leads Si Mo to stand aside and says in a low voice: "you go back to tell him that he won't punish you, but he will be glad."

"What is it?" Si Mo couldn't believe that this was actually said from Ning Huai's mouth, and seeing him so sure, he couldn't help doubting whether his words were true or false.

"Well, don't mumble here. As long as you enter Wansong academy, none of you will bring servants." Eleven came forward and patted Simo on the shoulder to comfort him, but he was caught by a backhand of Simo and screamed with pain.

"Let go, my arm is breaking. Seventeen, seventeen, let him go!" Eleven's face pain of wrinkling together, didn't expect that Si Mo would be so to oneself.

Seeing that Si Mo was so impulsive, Ning Huai couldn't help getting angry and said in a cold voice, "if you don't let go, don't even go back to xianle building in the future. Go back and forth where you want to fight!"

Smell speech, Si Mo this just loosened to clamp the arm of 11, regular of stand on one side, just he really didn't mean.

Eleven where dare to provoke him again, quickly move arm, hide behind Ning Huai, and one by one for Ning Huai introduced other places, this just led him back to the bamboo house of Jiang Weidong.

"Yamagata, it's arranged." Facing Jiang Weidong who is playing chess with Ning Silian.

Holding a black spot, Jiang Weidong bowed his head and said, "since it's already arranged, let's live from today on. Except for going back to Wansong Academy during the Spring Festival, would you like to stay in Wansong Academy for the rest of the day?"

"Yes!" Ning Huai stands behind Ning Silian.

It's a foregone conclusion that sunspots will fall. Ning Silian put down the white son in her hand, turned around and looked at Ning Huai, with a bitter smile on her face: "don't put too much pressure on yourself, you don't have to worry about your sister's affairs, I will deal with it well. I'll ask Simo and Siyan to take you back to xianle building every new year. "

"Well, huai'er knows, sister, don't worry!" Ning Huai nodded heavily.

Jiang Weidong got up from his chair and immediately went to help him. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand: "you and Shiqi should send Miss Ning down the mountain together."

"Yes, students understand!"

Bid farewell to Jiang Weidong, 11 and Ning Huai together to send Ning Silian down the mountain, originally still feel the long mountain road, now just feel the separation is around the corner.