Let's take a look at the five student representatives of Qingyun Academy.

The leader of them is Zhou Huanting's cousin Zhou Junyi, who has a dignified appearance. The Zhou family is a real scholarly family, but the name is a bit unsatisfactory, it is said that Zhou Huanting also has a younger brother, whose name is Zhou Junxiu.

Further down is Li Yu, the son of the Li family, Mu Qingwan recognized this person as an older boy who was riding a horse on the street at that time, and like Li Yuxin, the Li family had a proud face. Li Yu is the eldest grandson of the Li family in Taiyuan, the future head of the Li family, and has also been trained by the Li family.

Further down, it is also a familiar face, and it is also Fan Yao's introductory disciple, Mu Chen's senior brother, Zheng Jiacheng. Because she was in the same door as Mu Chen, Mu Qingwan had also heard of it a little. Zheng Jiacheng is the descendant of the Zheng family in Xingyang, and the relationship between Zheng Qingshuang and Zheng Qingshuang, who I knew before, is a cousin. Mu Qingwan lamented that sometimes the world is also very small, and some people may have a connection when they turn crookedly.

The two people below look familiar, but Mu Qingwan is not worthy of the name.

The representative of Qingyun Academy took a seat on the right side of the next head, and as soon as he sat down, Yuan Chenghuan walked up to Zheng Jiacheng and raised a toast, but unfortunately he was not welcomed. Yuan Chenghuan returned to his seat in a daze, his face a little blue. It seems that the original matter was not as satisfactory as the Yuan family intended, and the Zheng family did not agree with this family matter, but these had nothing to do with Mu Qingwan.

"The Seventh Prince, the Eleventh Prince, and the representative of Tongren Academy are here." The little guy spoke again, and the representatives of the capital entered the venue one after another.

Headed by the Seven Princes Jing Li, the sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, the eyebrows were picturesque, handsome as a fairy came to the world, wearing a black dress and a gold belt around his waist, but he didn't have the jade pendant he was wearing before. Compared with five years ago, his face is no longer green, his face is expressionless, and he still does not eat the breath of fireworks in the world.

The Seventh Prince, Jing Li, did not squint, and walked straight to the top position and sat down.

Jing Li was followed by a half-old boy of about ten years old, dressed in a white robe, similar to Jing Li. Xiao Zhengtai cranked the folding fan by hand, and the vassal elegance was elegant, but some of them seemed nondescript. It seems that it should be the eleventh prince Jing Yao.

The eleventh prince Jing Yao looked around with a smile, and when his gaze moved to Mu Qingwan's side, he paused for a moment, and then quietly looked away. Finally, he walked to the lower position of Jing Li and sat down.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mu Qingwan always feels that when the eleventh prince looks at his side, he pays special attention to himself.

Mu Qingwan frowned, and quietly moved her body to the corner.

"Hey, Yunzi Song. Are you familiar with the representatives of Tong Ren College? Zhou Huanting's words suddenly sounded, interrupting Mu Qingwan's thoughts.

"Huh? What the? Yun Zige seemed to be a little distracted.

"Huh? Hey, what do you think? I see why your eyes are glued to the Seven Princes? That's right, the Seven Princes are handsome and extraordinary, no wonder some people think about spring. Zhou Huanting touched Yun Zige with her arm and joked with a smile.

"You, you, what's the matter?" Yun Zige's face flushed, he stomped his feet in shame, and clutched his handkerchief tightly.

The other three people all turned their eyes to Yun Zige curiously, in their memory, Yun Zige was all well-behaved and meticulous, when had they ever seen such a little daughter?

Li Yuxin glanced at Yun Zige, turned her head and continued to look at the center of the field, still with a proud face.

"Hehe, that's it, it's okay to be in our business anyway." Zhou Huanting which pot is not opened. "Okay, tell us about it, who are the representatives of Tongren Academy?"

"Ahh Yun Zige straightened his face and began to introduce.

"The five representatives of Tongren Academy, the first one wearing Xuanyi is Chengfeng, the prince of Chengjun Wangfu, followed by the second grandson Yun Jingxiu of Taishi Mansion, who is also my second brother, and then wearing black clothes is Sun Wang Chengming, the eldest son of Zhenguo General's Mansion, wearing white is An Zaixu, the son of the Founding Mansion, and the last and youngest is Jinghong, the youngest son of Dingguo Mansion."

Yun Zige said it relatively simply, cautiously not to introduce too much. Mu Qingwan looked at the few people who entered, and remembered the network of the capital that Mu Chen had introduced to him.

Chengjun Wangfu is the maiden family of the eldest uncle, and the relationship with Mu Qingwan is also a bit related, Chengfeng belongs to the character of Mu Chen, warm as jade.

Yun Jingxiu is a baby-faced person who met by chance in Fushan Temple five years ago, and he still looks cynical at this time. Taishifu is the mother family of today's Queen Yun, and it is a proper prince's line, as can be seen from Yun Jingxiu following Jing Li five years ago and going to Fushan Temple to find medicine.

An Zaixu, Mu Qingwan didn't like it intuitively, although she had a smile on her face, but there was more calculation and light in her eyes, Mu Qingwan remembered the great-grandmother An who was still alive in the Marquis of Anping in the capital, An was the concubine of the Founding Mansion, and her step-grandmother Xiao An was the daughter of the brother of the Founding Mansion, and she was also from the Founding Mansion, so Mu Qingwan had no feelings for the Founding Mansion.

The Dingguo Mansion is the only one in the three kilometers that has been given the imperial surname. The Dingguo Mansion is a royalist faction and never participates in factional disputes. The Dingguo Mansion is a single line, the only little son Jinghong, about fifteen years old, short and fat, fleshy, shy belly, simple appearance, people can not be good-looking, can participate in the Fengyun banquet, it is enough to show that he must be extraordinary.

In the end, Mu Qingwan set her sights on Wang Chengming, who was Mu Qingwan's eldest cousin. From childhood to adulthood, Mu Qingwan received gifts from her grandfather, grandmother, aunt and cousin every year from her grandfather, grandmother, aunt and cousin. Although, some people have never seen it, but it feels very close. Cousin Wang Chengming's appearance is delicate and long, unlike the second uncle's rough appearance, which should be the reason why he followed the second uncle.

Representatives of Tong Ren College are seated on the left side of the head.

During the banquet, the students talked eloquently.

Just two representatives of the royal family, the seventh prince Jing Li looked at the bustle below with an expressionless face, as if he had become a world of his own. The eleventh prince, Jing Yao, was eating alone with a smile and did not participate in it. The other students of Tongren College are also noble, and from time to time some students come up to toast, after all, most of them are just ordinary people, who doesn't want their future to go smoother.

Mu Qingwan was very bored by such a scene, so it was better to go back and continue reading. Li Yuxin went back early, if it weren't for Zhou Huanting's interest and pulling Mu Qingwan to prevent her from leaving, Mu Qingwan would have gone back to read a book a long time ago.

I don't know when the position on the top was empty, and Yun Zige also said goodbye to Mu Qingwan and Zhou Huanting and left first.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingwan proposed to Zhou Huanting to go back.

"Ah, Qingwan, let's look at it for a while." Zhou Huanting is not yet happy.

"Wan Ting, it's time to go. If you sleep too late, you are prone to wrinkles. ”

"Really? Don't lie to me. Zhou Huanting looked terrified.

"Really, I don't lie to you, let's go back."

"Hey, okay then."

Finally able to go, Mu Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief. It's just that she didn't notice that after she got up and left, the position of the eleventh prince was also empty.

"Qingwan, I'll go back first, you should go back early." Zhou Huanting and Mu Qingwan's residences were far apart, and the two separated after leaving the venue.

Walking out of the venue, getting rid of the hustle and bustle, the air suddenly fell silent.