Ming Yulong walked into the box and touched it randomly, and when he saw the three pieces of paper, his face suddenly drooped, and he walked listlessly to his seat.

After the vermilion pear was smoked, his face was not very good.

Bai Lingyue looked full of joy.

Bachelor Qu waited for all five people to draw before it was announced-

Bai Lingyue drew the following: royal, music, and ceremony.

Zhu Li drew the following: shooting, book, counting.

Wei Zhongwen drew what he drew was: royal, music, and counting.

There is also a participating son, Chang Jun, who drew the following: ceremony, book, music.

When she read Ming Yulong at the end, she almost couldn't bear to look directly at her thunderous luck, because what she pumped was-

Shooting, royal, book.

Bachelor Qu was very happy to see the three arts drawn by each person, and after saying a few words of encouragement, he went to another teaching house to draw lots for the other five students.

As soon as he left, the church hall suddenly became lively, and Yao Mengqing's movements were the most exaggerated, "Sister Yue, the art competition you drew this year is more enjoyable, it seems that you and Le are really fateful!" ”

Ming Yulong secretly rolled his eyes, three out of six, the probability is 50%, unless it is six consecutive years of drawing, then it can really be called fate.

But she's not in the mood right now, what kind of thing is she drawn, even if she doesn't get a first name, she doesn't want to be the tail.

I don't know if her grief was too obvious, someone patted her on the shoulder and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, just go with the flow for the first time."

Ming Yulong turned her head and saw a delicate and white face, and when she looked at her, there was still a little shame in her eyes.

This person she knew, it was Wei Gongzi who began to talk about in their mouths, Wei Zhongwen, the precious grandson of Wei Taiwei.

Although she had not spoken to him before, she could see a friendly light in his eyes, and smiled:

"Thank you."

After saying that, she wanted to stand up and walk towards the outside of the teaching house, originally she had been asking for leave these days, and today she was mainly drawing out the three items of the art competition in front of everyone.

Now that it's over, she doesn't want to stay here anymore.

Wei Zhongwen looked at her as if she was leaving, and said: "Miss Ming, like me, has drawn the Royal Arts, we are classmates, I don't know if we can learn from each other, so as to win glory for Bachelor Qu." ”

Ming Yulong's movements stopped, she happened to not know what to try in the Dao Imperial Art, so she just listened to those people talking about it, Wei Zhongwen's Imperial Art should be good, but she could give her some guidance.

But thinking that he is not familiar with others, he suddenly wants to let him teach Yuyi, but I am afraid that it is not very good.

Her little snow-white face had a quiet hue of contemplation, like petals blooming gently.

Wei Zhongwen looked at his heartbeat a little faster, and remembered the posture of her dancing on the stage on the day of her birthday, the light yarn was flying, fluttering.

It was as wonderful as the fairy he had seen in the book, and all the beautiful words in the book were not enough to describe the beauty of that moment.

Seeing that she was a little hesitant, she said, "I saw that after you entered the academy, there were quite few courses in the imperial arts." If Miss Ming thinks that my Yuyi can't communicate and learn from you, Zhongwen won't dare to force it. ”

He spoke politely, and Ming Yulong actually really wanted someone to give her some advice, where would she refuse when she heard the words, she raised a smile and said