"Su'er, how is my dress? Is it good-looking? Hmph, this time I'm going to let that Zheng Qingyue see what talent is. And what is the name of Yun Tianmo, how dare I hurt Miss Ben, when I write home and tell my father to see how my father cleans him up, this Zheng Qingyue I will be inseparable from her. The more Yuwenxin spoke, the more excited and arrogant he became, gritting his teeth and eager to eat Zheng Qingyue.

If Nangong Ruochen heard that Yuwenxin was so arrogant and wanted her father to clean up after herself, would the god of war prince laugh off his big teeth.

"You can't go wrong with being good-looking, and you will definitely be the focus of the most attention at the celebration." Wen Xu'er looked Yu Wenxin up and down, the sky blue hundred yarn brocade clothes, a peony flower all over the body, it can be regarded as exquisite.

Today, Zheng Qingyue was in the courtyard one day, and after practicing the flute to be performed, she went to practice her kung fu. Nangong Ruochen didn't come for a day today, because Zheng Qingyue was blocked by Zheng Qingyue on the grounds that he wanted to concentrate on preparing for the show. Looking at Nangong Ruochen's back, Zheng Qingyue smiled proudly.

Time always flies by in such a hurry, and the sun father-in-law went home and the moon sister hung silently in the sky, illuminating the earth with her light, and the stars flashed one by one in the sky and lit up at will.

The grass is green, the birds are flying around in the dense and verdant bamboo forest, and there is a big pavilion in the deepest part of the bamboo forest, which is supported by four pillars in the east, west, south and north.

The seats on both sides came out, and the tables in front of them were full of other guests, and some of them were busy setting up the drinks that had not been arranged, and they were all happy.

Because Zheng Qingyue had a show, he was not in the seat, and after a while, Shang Qinghan and a cadre entered the pavilion, of course, there were three naughty old men among the cadres.

"Meet the Guardians of the Academy, Master," all the students stood up and saluted. "No need to be polite, please take a seat." Shang Qingyue sat down after speaking, but before he took a seat, he respectfully invited the three old men to sit down before he sat down.

The crowd didn't express too much surprise at Shang Qinghan's actions, they just smiled and understood, after all, everyone is a senior, and it is reasonable to do this.

"Okay, everyone is seated, thank you for coming all the way to participate in the celebration of my Hanmo Academy. Don't be restrained, eat and drink well," and after speaking, he bowed to all the guests and thanked them. Everyone else nodded in response.

"The 121st anniversary of Hanmo Academy begins now." As Shang Qinghan's majestic voice rang out, the bell rang and the banquet began. Wen Han smiled and chatted with the two old men, Dust Stream and Jiechen.

In the middle of the banquet, there is a performance, the first performance is the sword dance performed by the master sister Li Ying, a clear green dress appeared in front of everyone, this soft with just in the middle with soft swordsmanship, she danced vividly.

"Well, this sword dance is good. It seems to be powerless, but it is soft and rigid, it looks weak but it is good. An old man who looked to be forty or fifty years old, with gray hair, a gray-white robe, and a gentle and elegant bookish appearance, couldn't help but say his comments. No pride, just heartfelt comments.