Sang Luan was startled and subconsciously grabbed Feng Hengzhi's neck with both hands.

She blinked, and at this moment her whole body was pressed tightly against Feng Hengzhi.

Even through the clothes, I can feel the heat of the skin beneath me.

Feng Hengzhi's eyes darkened, and he held Sang Luan's wrist with his backhand, staring straight ahead. He held Sang Luan in his arms and slowly walked towards the bed in front.

The room was suddenly filled with an inexplicable atmosphere.

When Sang Luan raised her eyes inadvertently, her gaze happened to meet Feng Hengzhi's.

Feng Hengzhi stared at the person in his arms with burning eyes.

Perhaps because she was a little shy being stared at by the person in front of her, Sang Luan's cheeks quickly turned red.

She felt a surge of heat all over her body, and her eyes gradually became blurred and dazed.

The next moment, Feng Hengzhi placed her steadily on the bed.

Sang Luan fell backwards involuntarily.

Seeing this, Feng Heng's eyes darkened a little. With an idea in his mind, he stretched out his hand quickly, and his big palm tightly covered the back of Sang Luan's head.

Then, both of them fell backwards.

Sang Luan's pupils widened slightly, and there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

The next moment, Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly, placed her hands in front of Feng Hengzhi, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly exerted force on her hands.

She turned her head to the side and whispered softly, "Husband, Luan'er is a little... a little scared."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed the person forward, supported herself on the bed with one hand, and climbed up.

She ran forward two quick steps, and when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.

She held up her dress with one hand and slowly turned her head to glance at Feng Hengzhi who was still lying on the bed.

For a moment, his eyes moved.

Then, Sang Luan decisively withdrew her gaze, picked up her skirt and ran away without looking back.

Feng Hengzhi's elbows were still resting on the bed, and the strange look between his eyebrows became even more intense.

He stared at the figure not far away and slowly sat up straight.

He reached out and gently touched his neck, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance instantly rushed into his nostrils.

This smell is so unexpected and so intoxicating.

He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, and then he chuckled.

Luan'er, this is really interesting...

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After Sang Luan returned to the next room, she quickly walked to the table and slowly poured herself a cup of tea.

He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. Only after he had drunk several cups did Sang Luan's slightly beating heart gradually calm down.

She held her face in her hands and muttered softly, "No, no, I need to be sober and not have anything to do with him. He is Bai Yueguang."

She and Ningning are just cannon fodder.

All the feelings and time are not as valuable as Bai Yueguang's words.

Thinking of this, Sang Luan slowly calmed down.

She reached out and scratched her head, suddenly feeling upset.

With a pout, he threw himself directly onto the bed.

It was a tiring day today. Soon after, Sang Luan fell into a drowsy state and closed her eyes as she touched the soft bedding.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day at noon.

At the entrance of the Royal Academy.

As soon as Sang Luan arrived, Tang Jincheng, who was not far away, came to greet her with a smile on his face.

"Sir Tang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Sang Luan lowered her eyelids slightly, her expression indifferent.

Tang Jincheng only chuckled twice and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. I just arrived too. You two came at the perfect time."

Sang Luan and Meng Youning raised their eyes at the same time and silently glanced at the Royal Academy.

This Royal Academy is worthy of being called a Royal Academy. Just looking at it makes people feel extremely noble.

Then, a group of people slowly entered the academy.

Meng Youning just glanced around briefly and then looked away leisurely.

"Don't be fooled by the grayness here, but with a little cleaning, it will look brand new." Seeing that the two of them had been looking at each other for a long time but remained silent, Tang Jincheng couldn't help but break the silence first.

As he spoke, he carefully observed the expressions of the two people in front of him.

Logically speaking, even if the Royal Academy really wants to reopen, these two people should not be involved.

Not to mention, among them, Sang Luan was the main one.

Tang Jincheng narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the thoughts in his eyes tightly.

Sang Luan nodded calmly, then she slightly turned her body. Yu Apo beside her came forward very tactfully and handed the rice paper that had been prepared long ago to Tang Jincheng.

Sang Luan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Master Tang, please take a look at this first. This is how important it is to what we are going to do next."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Meng Youning beside her, "Don't worry, Princess. I've also prepared a copy for you. Let's see if there's anything wrong with it."

Muxiang, who was beside Meng Youning, slowly opened the rice paper and placed it in front of Meng Youning.

Meng Youning glanced at him casually and said calmly, "The imperial edict has already stated that Lord Tang and I will assist you. Don't try to be so servile here."

If you listen carefully, you can detect a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Tang Jincheng glanced at Sang Luan, then at Meng Youning beside him, and swallowed silently.

Then, he silently took a few steps back.

Sang Luan turned to look at Tang Jincheng, "Master Tang, how is it? Is this all right?"

Tang Jincheng reacted quickly, hurriedly opened the rice paper and took a quick glance at it.

However, after reading only the first line, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked up at Sang Luan in disbelief, "Is this place going to be called the Imperial College from now on?"

Sang Luan casually snapped his fingers as he walked forward. "That's right. All the major moves mentioned above have been discussed with His Majesty in advance. As for the minor issues, His Majesty said that there is no need to discuss them with him. As long as we can see the prototype of the Imperial College in a month, it will be fine."

Tang Jincheng quickly read through all the contents on the rice paper before handing it to the person next to him.

He rubbed his hands, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke tentatively, "Miss Sang, to be honest, someone in the court wanted to take over the Royal Academy a long time ago, but after trying, they found that it was simply not feasible."

He sighed heavily, his head hanging. "I won't hide it from you two. Most people in the court have been paying close attention to this matter recently. There are also some people with ulterior motives who are eyeing this position."

Seeing that the expressions on their faces didn't seem to change, Tang Jincheng spoke again, "Of course, I have no other intention in saying this to you two, but if we want to restore it to its former state as soon as possible, it will be more difficult than it seems, let alone in a month."

There was a hint of worry between Tang Jincheng's eyebrows.

Meng Youning coughed lightly and spoke slowly, "Don't worry, Lord Tang. Since this was her idea, if you do as Sang Luan said within this month and don't complete it by the deadline, then we won't be implicated."