The Four Princes walked over to this side.

Zhu Biao was half-heartedly doing radio gymnastics, looking at Zhu Di not far away for a while, and looking at the communicator on his wrist for a while.

The communicator has been flashing for a long time, and the caller is displayed as Xu Yan, Zhu Biao is very curious, Xu Yan can't see or hear, how to use the communicator to contact him?

Before leaving, he deliberately asked Xu Yan for a "hand talk" for half an hour, although he mainly took away the diary hidden in the study, but he also wanted to say goodbye to Xu Yan.

Xu Yan was very silent at the time, no matter what he said, he refused to respond, Zhu Biao understood his unhappy mood of gaining hope and losing, and didn't dare to disturb too much, and said goodbye after a few words of empty comfort.

It's only been three days, could it be that Xu Yan is lovesick and can't wait to see him again?

Hehe, Zhu Biao smirked narcissistically, he sometimes couldn't help but think about Xu Yan as a girl, anyway, he just thought about it, who called it that there are few real girls in the Academy of National Arts...... It is said that there are more women and fewer men on the Internet every day, but since he crossed over, he has been surrounded by men, where are the extra girls hiding?

He was distracted here, and the movements of his hands became perfunctory, and the fourth prince shook his head when he saw it. After the phalanx of the Shaolin system, the little bald heads were practicing the stick method in a uniform manner, Zhu Di raised his left hand, and a stick that was not able to be caught was caught in the palm, and the little bald head with the stick turned red and white, and he wanted to apologize but didn't know what to say.

Zhu Di nodded at him, swept the heavy Shaolin Qi eyebrow stick with one hand, pulled a huge sword flower in mid-air, and stabbed straight at Zhu Biao without saying a word!

The sound of breaking wind triggered a warning first, Zhu Biao's original action was just to face the head of the stick, his body stopped leaning forward, his brain didn't have time to instruct, and his lower body had already cooperated with the abdomen and bent his legs, rubbing the head of the stick and jumping away to the side.

Before he could stand firm, there was a wind sound, and the eyebrow stick followed him like a shadow, still stabbing at his face.

The little bald heads of the Shaolin Department were stunned, Zhu Di insisted on their Qi Mei stick as a sword envoy, back and forth was just a trick of stabbing words, and the wrist flipped to sway, always enveloping Zhu Biao in his attack range. And the skinny-looking little boy was also surprisingly nimble, and every time he escaped from the head of the stick at the last moment, his body bounced amazingly and was also highly flexible, not at all like an ordinary person who had never studied martial arts. Even the head of the Shaolin Department glanced at it a few times, and thought in disbelief: The fourth prince himself is a top student of the National Academy of Martial Arts, and that kid has never studied martial arts but can persist undefeated under him, is this the so-called talented, martial arts wizard?

No more...... Zhu Biao didn't know that in just a few minutes, his image had been sublimated in the minds of the little bald head and the big bald head, and he didn't think about anything in his mind, only repeated the sentence "No", gritted his teeth and escaped dangerously while reading.

It's really going to the limit, Zhu Biao feels that his vision is getting more and more blurred, he is very experienced in this, this is a sign of detachment, in the past, Bai Changqi would slow down the offensive at this time to slow him down, because Zhu Biao was forced into a desperate situation and began to play scoundrels, no longer dodging Bai Changqi's fireball but standing in place and conjuring his own fireball and throwing it back, this kind of play that ends up together is not conducive to Bai Changqi's training purpose, so he was careful not to draw out Zhu Biao's side after trying twice.

Zhu Di obviously has no experience in Bai Changqi.

Qi Mei stick stabbed Zhu Biao's face door again, the young man couldn't bear it anymore, he sat on the ground and no longer dodged, but took the initiative to grab the stick head, raised his head and glared angrily.

Zhu Di collided with those sparkling eyes, just like looking at each other across the cage at the airport, and his heart suddenly moved.

The blazing flame was about to condense from the void and burn something that stood in its way, but Zhu Di let go of his hand and gave up the Qi Mei stick.

Zhu Biao: "......"

The flames were broken up again and turned into the fire element in the air, and he sat on the ground and stupidly held the end of the stick, and fell it down with a "click" because of the loss of force.

The fourth prince and a certain little bald head next door stepped forward at the same time, the little bald head silently picked up his stick, Zhu Di looked at Zhu Biao's wolf bèi condescendingly, feeling that his mood was no longer affected by the twenty-fifth prince, and became very good, so he stretched out his hand to him condescendingly.

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"What kind of kung fu did you learn?" Zhu Di asked thoughtfully, "I can only see that the way you breathe is different, is it some kind of body forging skill?" Train the human nerve response so that the body precedes consciousness to ward off danger? ”

"I don't know." Zhu Biao thought ignorantly, why is the way he breathes different from others? Isn't it all a breath and a breath?

The corners of Zhu Di's lips are slightly raised, he now has a little understanding of Zhu Biao, this child is very confused most of the time, has brains but doesn't like to use his brains, and is lazy like a little tiger curled up and napping all day long. But if you really provoke him, or if something interests him, the little tiger will be so alive that people can't take their eyes off it.

So Zhu Di didn't ask about kung fu to the end, he believed that what Zhu Biao said was not as accurate as the answer he had observed, he just held Zhu Biao's hand, and under the attention of all the teachers and students of the National Academy of Martial Arts, Shi Shiran and his companion left early.

Zhu Biao was tired of being a dog, and was almost dragged out of the school gate by the four princes, carried into the car, and sweated on the leather chairs of others, making Zhu Di's eyebrows slightly gathered.

"Your kung fu can only be consolidated by actual combat," he casually took out a bottle of water and handed it over, "Don't play monkey tricks in the morning practice in the future, find a partner to accompany you, he will attack, and you will defend." ”

It's not a monkey show, it's the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics! Zhu Biao poured down the whole bottle of water, pulled his cuffs and wiped the sweat on his face, exhaled a big breath, and finally felt that he had come to life.

He could think again, and suddenly pinched the empty bottle and didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what Zhu Di was pulling him out for. wanted to ask, so he peeked at the four princes, Zhu Di didn't look so close to him in his national uniform, although Zhu Biao was not afraid of him before, but he never dared to imagine that he had such a graceful and luxurious attitude.

That's right, it's graceful, the Zhu Di he has seen is always wearing military uniforms, whether it is the uniform of the brocade guard, or the military uniform of the prince, the scraped material will modify his body to be angular, as if his whole person is made of steel, which looks sharp, and he will cut his hands if he touches it.

But now he has changed into a national uniform with a slow coat, just like a sharp sword is wrapped in brocade silk, the quenching cold light can not be seen, the sharp and thin blade is hidden, only the royal style of commanding is left, and there is no need to do anything yourself, someone is intimate and prepared in advance, and it is difficult to find fault and lose your temper, but isn't it gentle and generous, graceful and elegant?

Unconsciously, Zhu Biao forgot about his question, and looked at the four princes again, Zhu Di looked at him casually, since Zhu Biao didn't ask questions, he didn't take the initiative to explain, and he leaned back on the back of the chair to close his eyes and recuperate.

When Zhu Biao woke up, the car also stopped on the side of the road, and naturally the brocade guard in the front seat came down and respectfully pulled the car door, Zhu Di went down first, and Zhu Biao also followed him to accept a caring service.

The two of them stood in front of an unfamiliar yamen, and the reason why they knew that it was the yamen was because the government agencies of the Ming Dynasty all looked the same: the eight-character wall, the vermilion lacquer gate, and the large piece of the wall at the entrance.

However, there is no lobby in this yamen, so it does not accept the trial of cases, and it should be just a pure administrative agency.

What kind of yamen is it? Zhu Biao was a little curious, looking at the people coming and going in front of the door from a distance, the parking lot was also crowded with luxury cars, the four princes' apricot yellow robe and winged good crown was a symbol of the royal family, but the endless flow of pedestrians did not have time to take a look.

His curiosity was quickly satisfied, Zhu Di took him and the brocade guards who hugged him and walked closer, Zhu Biao looked up and saw that the plaque above the main entrance was shining with dazzling golden light.

Officials.

As if sensing Zhu Biao's question that his stomach was about to burst, the fourth prince finally said: "You are a white body without an official position, I appoint you as the head of the Department of Magic, and you need to pass the assessment of the Ministry of Officials according to the regulations." ”

He comforted again: "Don't be afraid, just go through the motions." ”

Zhu Biao nodded, he originally felt that Zhu Di's appointment was too rash, even if it was formalism, there must be a formality.

"It turns out that the Ministry of Officials also has to control the appointment of the officials?" He asked casually, "I thought they only had a rank of officials." ”

Zhu Di led him across the threshold, and said as a matter of course: "You have a grade, and the head of the Department of Magic is equivalent to the director of the Guozijian Division, at least a fourth-grade." ”

Zhu Biao: "......"

He covered his face in his heart and shouted: It's terrible, I didn't even pass the civil service exam and suddenly became a fourth-grade official! Mommy privileges are horrible!

As an upright high school student who has never enjoyed privileges, Zhu Biao has a sense of inferiority complex of evil and crooked, and followed Zhu Di into the official department tremblingly, he didn't dare to raise his head, and always felt that every oncoming official stared at him with contempt for this little person who walked through the back door.

Woo woo woo now say that it's not too late for the head of the department? But if he is not an official, he has no house to live in, and he is reluctant to ......

Of course, Zhu Di noticed his nervousness and embarrassment, and he didn't care, if it wasn't for the news brought by Xing Baihu, he would have given Zhu Biao more buffer time to prepare for this exam, but Jin Yiwei had already found out that the mastermind of the assassination was Zhu Yi, that is to say, their brothers had a fight in the nest, and when the news spread, the emperor could no longer use the assassination as an excuse to purge officials, and he could not get more convenience as a victim.

He lowered his eyes to hide his dark thoughts, and when he raised his eyes again, he had a calm and indifferent expression, but his right palm under the wide sleeve held Zhu Biao's left hand, and his five fingers couldn't help but tighten.

Zhu Biao was so painful that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was taken forward by him and stumbled into the Anthology Division.