"You're doing a good job. While Lin Xi was thinking silently, An Keyi leaned down again, carefully examined Chen Dui's wound, looked at the fine legs of the wound and the pink waxy plaster, she gave Du Zhanye a heartfelt approval, and then said softly: "You are the descendant of Zhongzhou Du Shenyi?"

Ever since Chen Dui was stabbed into his body by a sword from the Wen Ren Cangyue, and desperately escaped with the unconscious Chen Dui, Du Zhanye has been in a blank state that doesn't know what is going on around at all, and even An Keyi and the others don't even know how to approach him, and when she heard An Keyi's words, she finally came to life, recognized An Keyi, and cried out with a wow, "Professor An!"

An Keyi frowned slightly.

She has never cared about things other than the study of imperial medicine, and if she changed to another professor, she may have known Du Zhanye's identity and origin for a long time, but she saw from Chen Du's wound treatment that Du Zhanye was the descendant of the first doctor in Yunqin who wrote the medical book "Changing the Visceral Sutra". She didn't know that Du Zhanye was a student of Qingluan Academy, but it was only this voice of Professor An that made her react.

Hearing this voice of Professor An, Bai Yulou and other people who didn't know An Keyi's identity suddenly felt a pang in their hearts, thinking that it was no wonder that it was so terrifying to make a move, it turned out that such a young woman was already a professor at Qingluan Academy.

Du Zhanye's cry made Lin Xi's eyes focus on her and Chen Dui again... Because he confirmed that the crown prince's current injuries would not die, he was invisibly much more relaxed, and began to have time to observe and think, at this moment he looked at Du Zhanye and Chen Du, and first remembered that he should have seen them in Qingluan Academy.

"Is it him?"

Immediately after, Lin Xi was stunned, he completely remembered that he had seen them in the Zhige New Life Hall, when the club recruited new students, "Du Zhanye?" he couldn't help but drink out the names of the two people.

"You already knew them?" Gao Yanan looked at Du Zhanye, who was crying, and Chen Dui, who was unconscious, and asked softly in Lin Xi's ear.

She had never seen Chen Dui, and she had never seen this legendary Yunqin prince... However, as early as a few years ago, she knew that the emperor had plans to marry her to the crown prince.

Even though her father had already made a statement, she knew very well that as long as the crown prince lived, the emperor's meaning would still be the biggest obstacle for her and Lin Xi to get together in the future. It can even be said that whether she can put on a wedding dress for Lin Xi is only the only obstacle. If the prince dies now, this obstacle will naturally cease to exist, but she also knows that if the prince really dies, she doesn't know what kind of uproar it will cause, and she can't hope that the prince will die because of this thought in her heart.

Because she had never told Lin Xi that the emperor had always had such a meaning, Lin Xi didn't know the complexity of her mood at the moment, so she just smiled bitterly and said softly: "I saw it when the academy club recruited new students... It's from the Sword Society, and the people are very good... Just tell me it's dirt bag..."

The more Lin Xi said, the more bitter the smile on his face became.

What do you say about the dirt bag with no background, it turned out to be the biggest golden spoon in the entire Yunqin... What Chen Dui... It turned out to be the eldest grandson Wujiang!

It turned out that the entire Yun Qin had been guessing where the prince was, and he had been studying at Qingluan Academy at all.

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Wenren Cangyue and Cheng Yu were in a hurry.

The two of them walked in the area where the grass grew high and dense, and it was easiest to hide their figures.

Because both of them are bright in their hearts, Qingluan Academy, which is no longer powerful in the eyes of the outside world over the years, is still the most powerful existence in the world, making terrifying calculations and plans, and between quietly, it seems that it is just a calm response, but it is a heavy punch one after another, and the general Wen Daren, who has the upper hand in the confrontation with the Zhongzhou Imperial City and the nine elders, has been forced to the edge of the cliff.

Vaguely, Wenren Cangyue even felt that his appearance here and his defeat with such an injury were all things in Qingluan Academy's calculations.

Only when he is killed, or captured, will this war between him and the whole world truly end.

Since Qingluan Academy has already achieved this step, it is naturally impossible to stop there, and let them choose the next path freely.

After walking for a short time, Wenren Cangyue and Cheng Yu stopped.

"Awesome... Admire. Wenren Cangyue looked at the person who slowly walked out of the grass in front of her, and spit out four words sincerely and coldly.

Out of the grass was a handsome young man whose age could not be told by his face, dressed in the black robe of the academy, with silver star markings embroidered on the cuffs of a professor.

His black hair was untied and scattered behind his head, and at the moment, like the long grass in this meadow, fluttered slowly with the wind blowing from the east.

Because I could hear that the four words of Cangyue at this moment were not aimed at herself, but at Qingluan Academy, this handsome man bowed slightly, which was considered a courtesy.

Wenren Cangyue didn't return the salute, looked at him indifferently, and said, "It seems that you are the one who killed Dao Ruosu... I can't imagine that Qingluan Academy has produced a character like you over the years, what is your name?"

The handsome young man nodded, "Nangong Mo." ”

"I'm going to kill you, kill all the people you care about. Wenren Cangyue nodded, as if she was talking about an ordinary thing.

"This is a very arrogant statement, both now and in the future. Nangong Mo shook his head calmly: "What you really want to kill is usually someone you can't kill... So that even if you don't die, you will only let the people around you die. ”

Wenren Cangyue disdained to argue, he stopped talking, turned around, and left.

From beginning to end, Cheng Yu didn't say a word, he just looked at Nangong Mo, and there were more and more spots looming on his face, just like old age spots were growing out one by one, but the old age spots were black, but his spots were blue.

"No matter how kind he has been to you in the past, you are only his tools, his blades, he is just a man who is constantly at war, and there is nothing good for such a person to live. Nangong Mo looked at Cheng Yu, whose face was about to be filled with spots, and watched the green grass around Cheng Yu's body be broken by the swollen aura on his body, shook his head, and said, "Why do you bother?"

"At this time, it's not so complicated for me, my life was saved by him, and I'll give it back to him. Cheng Yu looked at Nangong Mo and said.

Nangong Mo knew that everyone had their own insistence, so he didn't say much, just bowed slightly to this opponent who was worthy of his respect, saluted, and at the same time was the last send-off.

Cheng Yu also bowed seriously in return.

The white jade-like sword light flew out of his hand and shot towards Nangong Mo.

In the face of Cheng Yu's flying sword, Nangong Mo didn't use the rest of his things, but just released his golden handleless little sword.

The golden sword light just hovered around him, blocking every stab of the white sword light.

The white flying sword formed a white light cluster outside Nangong Mo's body, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi still showed the most powerful power in the world, but the blue on Cheng Yu's face was getting thicker and thicker, and two streams of blue blood slowly slipped down from his nose.

His breathing stopped.

The flying white jade-like sword light disappeared, and with a snort, the flying sword that had lost its support flew somewhere and fell into the green grass.

Nangong Mo saluted the deputy commander of Biluoling who had lost his breath again, and his figure disappeared into the meadow.