Chapter 242： Qianjia made a mouthful

Chapter 242 Thousands of families have a mouthful

"Miss Xiang, when I went back to Xiu Mu the day before yesterday, I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see it. Although the plaque was replaced with a new one, the threshold has not been changed, hahaha..."

"And the gatekeeper's head and arms are still holding gauze, hahaha."

"Also, I heard that your guards are very skilled, can you teach my guards in the future..."

Qian Zhuye sat down, and output with a crackling mouth.

Ye Qianning pressed his forehead: "I can't speak when I eat."

"Didn't you just finish talking? I saw it all."

Ye Qianning: "..."

It's definitely an authentic chatter, and disciples can't control it.

Qian Fanji is such a quiet person, why is there such a talk in the house.

"Miss Xiang, are you still in the same class as us when you go to the academy? Let me tell you, our Prime Minister Gao's son is also in our class." Qian Zhuye reminded.

"Oh? That?" Ye Qianning heard a little interest.

Qian Zhuye turned his head and glanced at the back, and pointed his little finger: "Well, the kid in the second row is Takasaki."

Ye Qianning also looked over. Prime Minister Gao was considered a good old man, and he loved this son very much. At this time, Gao Qi had finished his meal, stood up with a tray, and went to the place where the dinner plate was placed.

Twelve years old, long enough to be a good-looking talent, this is the son...

"So short?"

Is there a weight added to the meals in the academy? Why does it feel like there is no big man in a class.

"Shh, you can't say you are short in front of him, everything else is fine, but if you say you are short, he will lose his temper." Qian Zhuye whispered.

Ye Qianning stared at the villain's back. The twelve-year-old was seven or eight years old, and felt that his walking was a bit strange, and his neck was also very short, which was a bit unhealthy.

"I heard yesterday that Takasaki asked about you."

"Inquire about me? Want revenge."

"No, I asked when you came to the academy, and he even asked the Eighth Prince about your appearance." Qian Zhuye said and looked at Sang Zhi: "Isn't it, the Eighth Prince."

"Find out what I look like?" Ye Qianning was suspicious, shouldn't she shout and kill his parents when she beat him? Why ask about her appearance?

Sang Zhi's face darkened: "Disciple rules, don't criticize others."

"Anyway, the master didn't see it, so tell me..."

"Cough!"

Before Qian Zhuye finished speaking, Mrs. Zhang had already stood at their table.

"If you violate the rules of discipleship, each person will copy it ten times, and hand it to me before get out of class ends."

Sang Zhi got up: "Yes, Master."

Typical good student.

"Huh? Ten times? How can you finish copying after lunch break?" Qian Zhuye frowned.

"If you can't finish copying, you can copy after class, and if you can't finish copying today, you are not allowed to go back." The master had a cold face.

Qian Zhuye was deflated like a rubber ball.

"I want to copy too?" Ye Qianning asked.

Master Zhang glanced at it complicatedly: "As the dean, you can't break the rules of the school, you can copy it fifteen times."

"..."

Ye Qianning complained in his heart, all because of the gossip surnamed Qian.

It is difficult for her to write two traditional characters. There are always hundreds of rules for disciples, and she can't finish copying them fifteen times in two days.

After the meal was over, Ye Qianning was dragged by the two to copy the rules for disciples.

It was lunch break at this time, and the students went back to take a break after eating, and there was no one in the school except them who were punished.

Ye Qianning stared at the rice paper with a brush. He had a headache. He didn’t eat enough. He was fined fifteen times under the Disciple Rules. What a shame...

The two next to    have already written an article, but she still hasn't started writing.

"Why don't you write it down, you have written it fifteen times." Qian Zhuye finished copying it out once.

(end of this chapter)