The next day, in front of the North Academy.

Since Tang Chuan had something to do with other places to deal with things temporarily, the matter of sending the children to school was handed over to Zhou Yan.

However, before leaving, the old prince will do this next.

In his words, if you can't go to the court, you won't go to the court, it's too boring and boring...... And seeing those old thief chickens also affects appetite.

"Go to school obediently, and grandpa will pick you up at night."

"Okay, goodbye grandpa."

Yun Xingchen obediently waved his hand goodbye to Ye Jiangyue.

Just as the old night head was about to leave in the carriage, he was stopped by a deep voice, which still revealed a little incomprehension, mockery, ridicule, and red fruit hostility.

"Yo he, isn't this His Royal Highness King Yue, the oldest in the Yebei Kingdom, how can he be reduced to the point of being a coachman now, is it that the saint dislikes King Yue, you are old and decrepit and can't move soldiers to kick you."

Looking for the voice and looking back, the old night saw Mo Nanshan with his nose tilted to the sky and spoke in a weird manner.

"Mom, isn't this the literary reserve saint Mo Nanshan, who is both civil and military, which thatched toilet blew you out of the dung heap and disgusted people."

Ye Jiangyue got out of the carriage, turned his hands behind his back, and looked at Lao Bi who appeared in front of him with the same uncut eyes.

"It stinks, it's really stinky, this king advises you to go back and take a shower before coming out to meet someone."

Mo Nanshan, who was disgusted, was not angry, and continued to make a mocking reply to Ye Jiangyue in that yin and yang tone.

"The old man has a bookish smell, and a simple-minded and well-developed person like the old prince is of course not suitable for smelling, or the old prince, you go back to supplement the knowledge in your head, or come to Yebei Academy to go to school?" Our college has set up a nursery class. ”

As he spoke, Mo Nanshan smiled.

"According to the talent of the old prince, if you really go to the nursery class and get in the top 30, you can still do it."

Bang!

Ye Jiangyue punched Mo Nanshan on the cheek, fully embodying the phrase "being able to move your mouth and be able to use your hands".

Mo Nanshan did not show weakness, and also raised his fist to fight back.

But after all, Ye Jiangyue is the god of war who has commanded thousands of troops for many years, and he dodged neatly, and Mo Nanshan's punch naturally missed.

"Slightly, slightly~ If you can't fight, you can't fight, you're angry with the monkey."

Making a grimace, looking at Mo Nanshan's painful and annoyed appearance, Ye Jiangyue was in a good mood.

"I can't carry the waste materials that I can't carry on my shoulders, and I still want to do it with this king, just you~ ahh

"Ye Jiangyue, don't hide if you have the ability, if you can't say it, the old man will do it, what kind of hero is it."

Mo Nanshan covered his cheeks and glared at Ye Jiangyue fiercely.

"Is this king a hero and has a fart relationship with you, I don't want to deal with you, but I have to find a beating."

Glancing at Mo Nanshan, Ye Jiangyue snorted coldly and drove the carriage out of Yebei Academy.

"Lao Bi stares, you still want to fight with me, you can't beat you!"

The love-hate relationship between Yejiangyue and Mo Nanshan can be said to be quite bloody.

When they were young, the two fought three times for the pursuit of the same woman, although every night Jiang Yue was the one who won by force, but he was often scolded by Mo Nanshan's poems for ten days and half a month.

It wasn't until later that Yejiangyue hugged the beauty, and the sad Mo Nanshan left the imperial capital.

"Why did you leave?"

In the Night King's Mansion, Yunnan Yue listened to the old night head tell about his various grievances with Mo Nanshan, and asked curiously.