Time flies, months pass.

Ming Xiyue's spiritual power was still at the peak of the fifth order of the Spirit Venerable, and no matter how hard she cultivated, she could not break through the sixth order of the Spirit Venerable, which made her distressed.

Although her father had always said that her spiritual power cultivation was already much higher than that of other alchemists, she asked her not to care too much about her spiritual power cultivation, it was normal for the alchemist's spiritual power cultivation to be low.

But she didn't think that it was normal for an alchemist to have a low cultivation, she didn't want to put her life in the hands of others, she wanted to take her life into her own hands.

She lay bored in the shade of the tree, rocking the rocking chair and basking in the warm sunset, the breeze blowing her dress, blowing her satin green silk.

"Miss, I've inquired."

A young green figure appeared in the corridor, running towards the bright moon in the shade of the trees.

"Wake up, wake up, Miss." Bamboo Heart shook her body slightly.

The young lady has been sleeping more and more lately, and always likes to run to sleep in the shade of the trees, which makes it easier for them to find them.

Ming Xiyue, who was woken up, rubbed her eyes, opened her sleepy eyes, and stretched her waist: "What did you hear?" ”

"I heard that the enrollment standards of St. Luo College this year are different from previous years, in previous years, there was a quota to take the test, but this year it is open to enrollment for the first time, you can take the test without a quota, as long as you pass the test, you can become a student of St. Luo College." Bamboo Heart told every word she heard.

"How long do you have to leave the test?" Originally, she was worried that there was no place to enter the Saint Luo Academy, but this year she can take the test without a place, and it is God who helps me.

Zhu Xin thought for a while: "There should be about twenty days before school starts, if Miss you want to go to the Holy Luo Academy, you will have to leave for Kyoto in the next two days, the Holy Luo Academy is on the outskirts of Kyoto, and it will take about fifteen days to get there from here." ”

She looked at Ming Xiyue and paused, wondering whether to say the next words.

Seeing that she was holding back with a constipated face, Ming Xiyue couldn't look at it, and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't suffocate yourself." ”

"This is what Miss asked Zhuxin to say, don't be angry." Zhu Xin subconsciously took two steps back before speaking: "Miss will be married in two months, Mrs. has found a few candidates for a husband for Miss, and asked the slave maid to call Miss to the main hall......"

"No, no." Ming Xiyue answered categorically.

"Yes...... But Madame has already asked people to call three times......" Zhu Xin said cautiously as she looked at Ming Xiyue's face.

Miss has always been very resistant to getting married, and Mrs. is heartbroken for Miss's family affairs.

But the young lady still does her own thing, saying that the two of them can only grow old together if they love each other sincerely, otherwise they are only together to pass on the ancestry, and they say that they are one life and one couple, and they do not accept their husbands' three wives and four concubines.

She said she didn't understand the young lady's whimsical thoughts, the man in the world was not three wives and four concubines, and a bunch of people had sex with each other.

Madame almost fainted when she knew what Mademoiselle was thinking.

"If you don't go, you will say that I am bedridden due to the wind and cold, and it is inconvenient to meet guests." Ming Xiyue waved her hand impatiently.

Her mother has been looking for a husband for her for nearly half a year, and at first, the matchmaker came to ask for marriage one after another after seeing her appearance, and she sent them all away.

I didn't expect it to stop for a few days, and it started again.

Bamboo Heart: "......"

Do you think Madame would believe that an alchemist would be bedridden because of the cold?

That's too far-fetched, isn't it......