Chapter 242 The Qian Family's Mouth Cannon
"Miss Xiang, the day before yesterday when I returned from my day off, I went to the Prime Minister's Residence specifically to check it out. Although the plaque has been replaced with a new one, the threshold hasn't been changed yet, hahahaha..."
"And the gatekeeper has gauze on his head and arms, hahahaha."
"Also, I heard your guards are very strong. Could you teach my guards some lessons in the future?"
Qian Zhuye sat down and started talking non-stop with his little mouth.
Ye Qianning pressed his forehead: "Don't talk while eating."
"Didn't you just finish talking? I saw it all."
Ye Qianning: “…”
He is definitely a real chatterbox and even the Disciple Rules cannot control him.
Qian Fanji is such a quiet person, how could such a big talker appear in his house?
"Miss Xiang, will you still be in the same class with 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 was a little interested when he heard it.
Qian Zhuye turned his head and glanced back, then pointed with his little finger: "Um, that guy in the second row is Gao Qi."
Ye Qianning also looked over. Prime Minister Gao was a late-born son, and he doted on this son very much. At this time, Gao Qi had finished his meal, stood up with the tray, and went to where the plates were placed.
At the age of twelve, he was a handsome man, but this guy...
"So short?"
Are the food in the academy spiced with extra weights? Why does it feel like there isn't a single tall person in the class?
"Shh, don't tell him you're short in front of him. Everything else is fine, but he gets angry when you mention short." Qian Zhuye whispered.
Ye Qianning stared at the little man's back. He was twelve years old but seven or eight years old in height. He thought the way he walked was a little strange, and his neck was very short and seemed a little incomplete.
"I heard Takaki was asking about you yesterday."
"Ask about me? You want revenge."
"No, he was asking when you would come to the academy. He even asked the Eighth Prince about your appearance." Qian Zhuye said and looked at Sang Zhi: "Is that right, Eighth Prince?"
"Ask about my appearance?" Ye Qianning was suspicious. Shouldn't he be shouting for her death after she beat up his parents? Why was he asking about her appearance?
Sang Zhi's face darkened: "The Disciple Rules say you shouldn't criticize others."
"The Master didn't see it anyway, so why not tell me..."
"cough!"
Before Qian Zhuye could finish her words, Master Zhang had already stood at their table.
"Everyone has to copy it ten times and hand it in to me before the end of get out of class."
Sang Zhi stood up: "Yes, Master."
A typical good student.
"Ah? Ten times? How can I finish copying it during lunch break?" Qian Zhuye frowned.
"If you can't finish copying, you can do it after class. You are not allowed to go home if you don't finish copying today." The teacher said with a cold face.
Qian Zhuye deflated like a ball.
"I want to copy too?" Ye Qianning asked.
Master Zhang glanced at him with a complicated expression. "As the dean's personal disciple, you must not break the academy's rules. You must copy it fifteen times."
“…”
Ye Qianning groaned in his heart, blaming the guy surnamed Qian for being too gossipy.
It was difficult for her to write two traditional Chinese characters. There were hundreds of rules in the "Di Zi Gui" (Discipline for Students), and she couldn't finish copying them even if she copied them fifteen times in two days.
After dinner, Ye Qianning was dragged by the two men to copy the "Rules for Disciples".
It was lunchtime, and the students all went back to take a short rest after eating. There was no one else in the classroom except those who were being punished.
Ye Qianning stared at the rice paper with his brush in hand, feeling a headache. He hadn't eaten enough, and he was punished to recite the Disciple Rules fifteen times. How unfair...
The two people next to her had already written an article, but she still hadn't started writing.
"Why don't you write it down? You've copied it fifteen times." Qian Zhuye finished copying it in one go.
(End of this chapter)
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