Chapter 3: The Son of the Family
Qiao Yu carefully sorted out the memories of her previous life, from being in Qiao's Mansion to a series of ups and downs later, she spent five days sorting it out.
Qiao Yu lived a very leisurely life in the days before the start of school, that is, cultivating and cultivating, visiting the garden, raising flowers, and she was really bored and could review her wonderful embroidery in her previous life.
Time flies, and it's time to return to the academy.
In fact, she also enjoys her life in the academy, where there is nothing to obstruct the eyes, she and Zai Qiaofu are definitely the personalities of two people, if it is not for the same appearance, Cuiyun should not be recognized.
So the next day she got up early in the morning, happily prepared her clothes and things, and slipped through the side door before the others in Qiao's Mansion woke up.
"At this time, people's minds are still very stubborn," Qiao Yu muttered, "If it weren't for the early morning of the guards, I would have forgotten the rule that the concubines are not allowed to enter and exit through the main gate." β
Because of the old lady, Qiao Shilang couldn't record her in the main room, so she could only be half a concubine and half a concubine.
Yongjun Collegeββ
"Miss Yu!"
Yongjun College is an open college founded by Emperor Shao in Yundu, which can be joined by both men and women, and there is also a courtyard for students to live in the city.
Zhu Luoqiu trotted all the way back to the residence, the ancient woman didn't exercise much, and after running for a while, she was tired and out of breath, and leaned on the door frame and breathed heavily.
Qiao Yu had long been accustomed to it, and silently glanced at her and continued to sew her purse.
"Eh, you're going to give me a reaction."
Although Zhu Luoqiu is also used to her reaction, but she is so desperate to get this reaction, normal people feel uncomfortable.
Although she is not a normal person.
"Uh-huhββ?"
Qiao Yu raised his head slowly, his eyes full of helplessness.
"Autumn, how many times have you not had enough? You should get used to running, don't pretend next time, I know he's coming. β
"After all, he is also the son of a family, even for the sake of our Miss Yu's face, he has to do a full set of acts, right?" Zhu Luoqiu smiled and teased without hesitation.
"Shhh And don't call me Miss Yu, don't pinch it when it sounds weird. β
Qiao Yu really doesn't like Zhu Luoqiu joking like this, although her identity is embarrassing, but in the end she is a yellow flower girl, it sounds like she and Na Yi Gongzi have something.
Zhu Luoqiu was about to answer, when two young man's coughs came from outside the door, she instantly closed her mouth, smiled lewdly at Qiao Yu, and slipped through the back door.
"Ouch... Dead girl! Qiao Yu pursed her lips, thinking in her heart about what a good girl's family looks like like a good girl all day long.
"Miss Yu."
Qiao Yu turned his head sharply and met Yi Cang's gaze, which was rich in connotation.
Although he knew that he was coming, Qiao Yu's heart still trembled when he saw the handsome face in front of him.
"Is there something wrong with Yi Gongzi?"
Yi Canghua was used to stringing doors, and she should have turned a blind eye, but who told her to live with Zhu Luoqiu's drama spirit was infected.
"You ask me that every time." Yi Canghua still has that smiling face.
"......" Qiao Yu was stunned by that smile for a while, but quickly adjusted, "What's the matter, show that you are good-looking." β
Yi Cang's smile deepened.
He is not the kind of handsome who is a little evil, and his face is the same as the temperament of the whole person, giving people a very sunny feeling.
"It turns out that it's still useful to be good-looking. It's worth showing off. β
Qiao Yu's porcelain-white cheeks were stained with a faint flush, and he even stammered a little when he spoke: "You... Why are you so faceless and skinless! β
Yi Cang's face still did not change, and he looked like a smiling tiger: "What's the use of asking for skin on my face?" β