Soon, a steaming bowl of ginseng chicken soup was served to Ye Xun.

She thanked her, pinched the spoon and tasted it, and the mellow and rich flavor immediately whetted her appetite. In fact, Ye Xun has been hungry for a long time, and he tossed for a night last night, exhausting his mental and physical strength, and now he can eat such a delicious thing, he is not too happy.

"Steward Wu, this is so delicious!" She gobbled down a bowl of soup and unconsciously exclaimed.

Steward Wu saw that she was indeed hungry, smiled and filled another bowl for her, and reminded her to drink slowly and beware of the heat.

Ye Xun was blowing the chicken soup, looking at the time, and he didn't care if it was hot or not, one bite after another, and he almost choked.

"Miss Ye, you don't have to worry, Mr. Jian said that he has already asked for leave from the school, so you don't have to go over today."

“…… What the? Ye Xun was stunned for a moment, a little unhappy, "Why did he help me make a decision without authorization?" Today is the last professional class, if you don't go, you will probably fail the final course! No, I'd better go to school. ”

She quickly drank the chicken soup in front of her in two sips, was so hot that she stuck out her tongue, got up and thanked Steward Wu, grabbed her backpack and was about to rush out.

"Hey, Miss Ye!" Steward Wu was so anxious that he caught up, "You really don't have to go, Mr. Jian said, I'm afraid that you won't be obedient, so I decided to send someone to Shangyin tomorrow and take your professional teacher directly to your home to make up for this section." ”

“……”

Ye Xun was stupid, and he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

Sure enough, the rich and powerful are different.

Shangyin is one of the top art schools in the country, cultivating countless top artistic talents, and the teachers who can teach in this kind of school are all prominent people in society, and they can be invited to their homes by Jian Xilin casually.

At this time, she had no reason to leave again, so she had to put down her backpack and walk back to the second floor.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, Ye Xun looked at the familiar room, inexplicably a little depressed.

Who would have thought that a person like her would enter this famous villa again and again, and it was also the man's master bedroom.

Last night, I occupied his bed, so where did he rest? Den? Second bedroom?

Ye Xun was a little curious, but also bored, so he quietly walked out of the room and looked around about everything.

The inside of the Imperial Mansion is not as luxurious and magnificent as the outside, the decoration here is very cold, and the color is relatively monotonous, which does not look like there is any breath of life, which matches the style of Jian Xilin. If you want to say that the only thing in the mood here is probably a string of purple wind chimes hanging on the corridor wall at intervals, if you look closely, it should be handmade, not very delicate, but it has a unique flavor.

Ye Xun stopped, looked at those handmade wind chimes, and didn't know what was going on, and suddenly a few blurry pictures flashed in his head, including bells scattered all over the ground, colorful woven threads, and the young and handsome faces of boys.

She shuddered and tried to follow these images further, but at some point, everything vanished.

Strange, what's going on with her?

I don't remember those scenes, but why do they appear in my mind??

Ye Xun sighed, didn't take this to heart, shook his head, drove away all strange thoughts, and took a step.