Chapter 109 The Royal Palace Does Not Support Illiterate People

Qin Yuwei was wearing a modified dance costume at this time. She had been nurtured with various interests and hobbies since she was a child, especially in music and dance, and she could be considered to be extremely talented.

Everyone started to plan to start clubs, and Qin Yuwei also felt itchy, so she simply founded a singing and dancing club.

She is naturally beautiful and has a graceful figure. Now, she has added some modern elements to the classical dance and suddenly displayed it in front of everyone, which is refreshing to everyone!

Zhu Qingyan looked around again, feeling a little confused.

That guy Zhu Lan, there is no movement at all?

Doesn’t she have any hobbies other than studying?

Lu Yiner had already registered in the Mathematics Society and walked towards Zhu Qingyan.

"Come to think of it, Senior Sister Qingyan, aren't you also a scholar now?

Why don't you start a club like them?"

Zhu Qingyan didn't speak.

Is it that she doesn't want to?

But she really can't do anything except studying.

Zhu Qingyan returned to the empty classroom dejectedly, picked up his books, and pretended to have no interest in the club at all.

…

At this time, Zhu Lan was locking himself in the study, concentrating on writing, and turning a deaf ear to the hustle and bustle outside.

I volunteered to sit here and write the plan for the school anniversary.

I volunteered to sit here and write the plan for the school anniversary.

I volunteered to sit here and write the plan for the school anniversary.

Zhu Lan kept brainwashing himself as he wrote, looking hopeless.

Dean Ouyang was being too demanding. Not only did he give her the task of planning the academy's 90th anniversary celebration without telling her in advance, he also required her to submit a proposal within three days.

You can’t urge the production team’s donkey like this!

Zhu Lan had originally considered starting a food club or a sketching club, but now, she simply didn't have the time to do those things.

Zhu Lan rubbed his sore wrist with some resentment and continued writing.

…

At the gate of the academy, two women, one tall and one short, wearing the blue and white colorful clothes of Longchang Academy, were walking slowly inside, as if they were deliberately dawdling.

"Humph, study hard, I will burn down this Longchang Academy sooner or later!

This princess can wield a gun to kill the enemy and command troops to train soldiers, but she was thrown into a pile of sour scholars who only know how to talk nonsense. It's really amazing that this old man could come up with this idea!"

Murong Jing swung a branch she had picked up and looked around at every blade of grass and tree in Longchang Academy, as if she was considering where to start the fire.

"Miss, this is an academy, it's not like our palace or military camp, you'd better be careful with your words..." Mu'er, the maid who came to accompany her in reading, reminded her in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of?" Murong Jing's voice became even louder. "If you have the guts, kick me out of the academy. This princess would love nothing more than that!"

“Miss, the prince has said that although he is the only prince of a different surname in this dynasty and ranks first among the military commanders in the court, if you can’t even pass the college entrance examination and can’t even read military books in the future, how can you inherit the prince’s legacy?

The prince also said..."

"What else?"

Mu'er stole a glance at Murong Jing's expression and said with a sly smile:

"The prince also said that our palace does not support illiterate people."

"Who is illiterate! Who can't understand the military book!?" Murong Jing was so angry that she jumped up and down.

"Didn't I lead my personal guards to raid a group of Uzbek bandits last time? I didn't tell him in advance. I've told him so many times that it was a sudden incident. By the time I reported to the old man and got the transfer order, the bandits had already run away!

Don't think I don't know, that's why the old man threw me into this damn place!"

Mu'er shook her head helplessly. Disobeying orders and sending troops without authorization is a taboo in the military camp. The prince is right. The young lady should find a school to temper her temper.

Murong Jing rolled her eyes, and her cunning gaze fell on Mu'er, who she grew up with, "Good Mu'er, you are well-educated, and you have helped me pass the county exam, so please help me again for the college exam..."

Mu'er took a step back alertly, pouted and complained:

"Goodbye, Miss. You saw how strict the last college entrance examination was. It was not because I couldn't get in that you took the exam on your own.

You don't think that if you can't get in this year, you'll have a chance next year, right?

Besides, last time I took the county exam for the young lady, the prince almost scolded me to death when he found out..."

Murong Jing was a little discouraged. Yes, the entrance examination was indeed strict, so she had to take the exam in person.

But when the results were announced, her name was not on the list at all.

At this time, Murong Jing suddenly saw a person walking on the path of the academy from afar.

This person was dressed in a golden and white brocade robe, and his posture was casual but not drooping, as if he was strolling in the garden.

Yan Yuze half-opened his eyes, humming a melody from an opera, tapping the rhythm with a tortoise-shell folding fan in his hand, as he passed by the two men.

Murong Jing stared at Yan Yuze in surprise, and only pointed at his back and asked Mu'er when he walked over:

"Didn't you say that everyone who comes to the academy must wear academy uniform? Why isn't he wearing it?"

Mu'er was also a little surprised, "Uh... maybe it's the teacher of the academy?"

"How can the Master be so young?" Murong Jing was quite unconvinced. She always liked to wear red clothes and only wore short Hu clothing.

Now that I am wearing this wide-sleeved court robe, every move I make feels awkward.

Murong Jing pulled at the hem of the dress with disdain. The dress was made like this, and she was afraid that she wouldn't even be able to get on a horse.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's go and show this princess what's so special about this academy!"

Mu'er hurried to follow.

After walking a distance, Yan Yuze slowly stopped and looked back at the backs of the two people leaving. A sharp light flashed in his half-open smiling eyes.

Is this Princess Ningyue from the Zhenbei King's family?

It is said that she grew up in a military camp and rarely appeared in the city, so she did not recognize her prince, and most of the royal relatives and dignitaries did not know her either.

Recently, events have occurred one after another. First, an unknown force tried to sneak into the top floor of Wanjuan Building, and then a female student with a false identity killed people in the academy.

The Prince of Zhenbei was the chief military commander in the court, and now he had sent his precious daughter to the Longchang Academy, which represented the civil officials and the aristocracy.

It seems that things are getting more interesting.

Yan Yuze yawned, continued to squinted his eyes and hummed a tune, staggering down the mountain steps.

A mountain breeze blew by, bringing with it a rhythmic tune.

"Ministers are like ants gathering together, spiders weaving webs to attract flying insects~"