After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 41
Walking to the seat, she looked up to the corner.

Chu Mu's complexion is fair, it seems that the stubborn illness has not recurred.

Withdrawing her reassuring gaze, she unintentionally met the pair of eyes behind her that hesitated to speak.

"Brother Ji, what's the matter?" His face was puzzled.

Ji Yu pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"Master... didn't say anything?"

"I'm so good, what can I say." She was triumphant.

Looking at the radiant little face and the sweet dimples on the corners of her lips, she smiled and said:

"That's good."

The little girl sat upright, and the ribbons in her bun swayed in a playful arc, like two butterflies dancing.

Ji Yu lowered his eyes, his fingers resting on the table clenched tightly, the thin paper was wet with sweat, and a small corner was crumpled.

It was a copy of "Jian Jia", but unfortunately, it was not my turn to send it out.

"Quiet." Elder Ge lightly tapped the table, and said loudly, "Announce good news, Ji Yu and Chu Ye were admitted to Dongling Academy with first and fourth grades respectively."

Dongling, the largest academy in the country, enjoys a century-old reputation and gathers famous teachers. The collection of books in the pavilion is hard to find, and only the students of this academy can read it.

Tang Ling accounted for more than half of those who could enter the palace examination over the years.

And for the noble children who don't need to take the exam for fame, studying in this academy for three years is like a layer of gold, and the reputation is far away.

It is conceivable that the threshold is so high.

Everyone was in an uproar and congratulated repeatedly.

Ji Yu smiled faintly and nodded his thanks.

And Chu Ershao was much more high-profile, raised Erlang's legs, and laughed heartily:

"You see, this young master is playing after playing, and he is never ambiguous in his studies!"

"Ahem!" Elder Ge cast a sideways glance as a warning, and continued, "As for the unsuccessful ones, keep up the good work, especially Chu Mu."

The person named raised his eyelashes, his face as calm as water.

The old master sighed regretfully: "I read your article, although the rhetoric is not gorgeous enough, but the point of view is concise and unique, why don't you decorate it with some snacks? There is also handwriting, Dongling has high requirements for writing, your frame is correct, it's a pity that you can't write well. "

He stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

"Hey, keep working hard next year." Ge Fuzi gave a little encouragement, and then opened a copybook to display, "This is written by the best student of Dongling, for your reference."

Everyone leaned over to appreciate it, and Yun Jiuqing followed suit.

She didn't have much research on calligraphy, but she just vaguely felt that the characters in that Qinggong Xinfa book were just as good as this one.

"The literati in Qingxiao Kingdom have always been proud of their thin gold script, but if they want to write well, they need to master other fonts first, so everyone..."

The old master was rambling on, but her thoughts had already drifted to an unknown distance.

I made an appointment with the master for seven days, and I don't know if the breath can be adjusted to the point he mentioned.

In addition, in terms of money, where is there any loophole to exploit...

Will the person who framed his father start to operate?

The friendship with the eldest brother is only a preliminary contact, and there is no concrete progress at all...

The little girl rested her cheeks on her hands, and frowned slightly.

Alas, there are so many troubles.

The good news that two Tangling students appeared in succession quickly spread throughout the whole residence.

"Congratulations madam."

"Master is great, No.4."

The maids in the main house were beaming with joy, chattering around Ruan Yun as they talked.

Luo Mei smiled and suggested: "Ma'am, it's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Let's have a banquet at the Drunken Tower tonight? The servants will go and book the second floor and set up ten tables or eight tables, so that we can celebrate."

(End of this chapter)