Qin Wuyi looked at Xue Yingying indifferently, pulled his lips, sneered, and entered the academy with injuries.

The Seventh Elder saw this scene from a distance and shook his head helplessly. Then he glanced at the wound on Qin Wuyi's shoulder blade worriedly and frowned: "She is worthy of being Widow Qin as she still has the strength to teach others after suffering such a serious injury."

As if she was afraid that Widow Qin would not pay attention to her injury, she followed her quietly.

On the other hand, Xue Yingying, who had been whipped, had her back split open and bright red blood flowing out.

Xue Yingying's eyes were filled with tears from the pain, and she lay there in embarrassment for a long time. She got up with difficulty and was about to leave, but was stopped by the college guard.

The guard said expressionlessly: "The fourth elder has given orders that Miss Xue is not allowed to leave without permission if she has not finished cleaning."

"I'm injured and it's not convenient for me to do anything. I'll go back and take care of the wound before I come back."

Xue Yingying's face was pale and her voice was extremely weak.

"The fourth elder also said that pain will help you remember. It's better for the girl to wait until the cleaning is done before dealing with it." The guard's attitude was cold and stern.

Xue Yingying opened her eyes in disbelief, hesitated again and again in pain, and picked up the broom tremblingly.

At this point, the appointment ceremony of the nine elders of the Zhanzheng Academy has come to an end.

Wu Zu and other witnesses rode the wind back.

At the royal banquet, people from the top ten colleges looked sad and sighed as if they had missed some treasure.

Yan Hongyuan played with the white jade wine glass and listened happily to the chatter from all around.

"As the host, the young prince lost his arm and returned to the royal family in a coma. Why should we stay here?"

"Of course I can't stay. Everyone, please go back to the academy and start preparing for the top ten academies."

"Hey, I don't understand. Priest Mu and Miss Ye are both of the Mu family's blood. Why don't the father and son of the Mu family in Beizhou not care at all?"

"Elder Zhou's words are reasonable. Could it be that Ye Chuyue is the bloodline of Mu Mansion in Beizhou?"

Yan Hongyuan suddenly stopped playing with the wine glass, and a look of interest appeared in her frosty eyes.

"boom!"

When Ye Xun'er heard the man's words, she overturned the table in front of her.

The delicacies, cups, and porcelain plates were all scattered in a mess on the floor.

Everyone fell silent, looking at Ye Xun'er with a twisted and ferocious face in astonishment.

Ye Xun'er gritted her teeth, glared at the speaker with hatred, and said angrily every word: "She, a villain from Chang'an, is worthy of tarnishing the integrity of my Mu family?"

"It's just a joke. Why would Miss Ye hurt her liver and get angry?"

The man rolled his sleeves and sneered: "But Miss Ye did let me see it. It turns out that people with the same surname Ye can be so different, which is quite interesting."

In the past, everyone was afraid of Mu Sheng because of the Tianfu royal family behind Mu Sheng.

When I came to the feast this time, I realized that Wen Ren absolutely didn't care about Mu Sheng at all. He was a person who was eliminated from the family tree by Mu's family, so there was no need to tolerate him deliberately.

Ye Xun'er's eyes were red, with tears streaming down her face, and she looked at Mu Sheng aggrievedly.

Mu Sheng, on the other hand, has no master.

People from each college left one after another, discussing with each other before leaving, all regretting not going to Jiudingmen.

"Go back to the hospital."

Headmaster Lou glanced at Mu Sheng and his daughter, extremely disappointed.

If he knew that Martial Ancestor was so afraid of Ye Mohan, Ye Chuyue would be able to gain favor in front of the Tianfu royal family.
Chapter completed!