Ning Que felt that what she said was a little strange. After a moment of silence, he replied with a smile, "Your Highness should blame me." At least I believe that in the eyes of Prince Longqing, I am unscrupulous enough.

Thinking of Prince Longqing's gloomy face, Li Yu felt comfortable, as if his whole body was blown by the spring breeze. She glanced at Ning Que with satisfaction, then looked at Sang Sang next to her, and praised, "You performed well today." However... You dare to offend the people of Yan Kingdom and Xishan Shrine for the sake of affinity, and your courage is much greater than in previous years. To be honest, you really have a different temperament than before.

The investigation seems normal, but it is incisive. Only those who have really come into contact with Ning Que know that the soldiers in the border city always value real things such as life and death more than fictitious names such as shame.

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Now Ning Que recalled the harsh moment at the banquet and felt a little funny, he shook his head with a smile and explained, "I don't know why I am so sad to see Prince Longqing's way of doing things. Hearing Dao Tong's words, I really wanted to lift the table and kill him, but ...... You know, there's no way I'm going to kill him with such a small ability, so I have no choice but to use a few harsh words to get his 'interest'.

"Is it just 'interest'?" Li Yu said with a smile, and then she gradually restrained her smile, and looked at Ning Que solemnly, thinking about the big things that would happen the day after tomorrow, and thinking of Chongming, the crown prince of Yan Kingdom, who seemed to be ignored at today's banquet. She fell into a long silence before whispering, "Only one person can enter the second floor this year." Is it possible that this person ... Is that you?

Ning Que didn't know how to answer, staring at the serious woman in the window.

"I don't care what the people of Xishan Divine Palace and Yan Kingdom are thinking, and I don't care what kind of agreement they have reached with the imperial court, I just know that I really don't want Long Qing to enter the second floor."

Li Yu stared into his eyes and said.

Ning Que glanced back at her, spread his hands reluctantly, and said, "Prince Longqing, the boss of the Justice Department of the Xishan Divine Palace, is a cultivator standing on the threshold of the Heavenly Mandate Realm. On the other hand, I... Just an ordinary student at the academy. You must think too highly of me to expect me to be a stumbling block in his path of glory, right?

The light in Li Yu's eyes gradually faded. Looking at Ning Que's clean and refreshing but still ordinary face, she thought to herself that she really didn't have the heart to count on this guy. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Then she put her hand out of the window, gently pinched Sang Sang's cheek, and said proudly, "You are more capable than your young master."

In the past six months, Sang Sang has often gone to the princess's mansion to play, so she is already quite familiar with Li Yu. Therefore, she did not resist this intimacy. She hiccuped, and then whispered, "The young master is the one who is really capable."

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Hua Shanyue, the captain of the Gushan Headquarters, rode to the royal carriage, and suddenly spoke, looking at the carriage that was about to disappear around the corner, "I haven't seen you for a year, but I didn't expect a young man from a border city to be admitted to the academy."

"On this trip last year, Lu Qingchen once said to me, 'Since we can be sure without doubt that Ning Que can enter the academy, then why don't we believe that he can enter the second floor?' ”

Li Yu stared at the lively crowd in front of the street, and said calmly: "I suddenly remembered those words and strange hopes that Mr. Lu pinned on him, and seeing him so eloquent in the courtyard, I couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong this time?"

"Today he behaved brilliantly at the banquet and did not bring shame to the Tang Empire and the Academy, but ...... After all, these are just verbal tricks. If he went head-to-head with Prince Long Qing, a peerless cultivation genius, on the battlefield or in the assessment, it would indeed be as he said before, highly respected.

Hua Shanyue said disappreciably. In his opinion, it was inappropriate and even ridiculous for him to compare Ning Que, an ordinary student of this academy, to Prince Longqing.

"Maybe you're right."

After pulling down the blue curtains, Li Yu leaned back into the cushion sewn with gold thread, raising his elbow to support his chin. There was a smile in her sharp, clear eyes.

"If you really have a talent, then you will eventually become my talent," she thought with a smile, muttering, "at least I already know what your weaknesses are."

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While the coachmen were chatting together in the middle of the street, a large crowd had already reached the front door of the House of Victory. Those who wore Taoist robes and had solemn expressions were all people from the Xishan Shrine.

Prince Long Qing walked in the center of the crowd with a calm expression. When he walked out, his beautiful appearance caused the screams of the women in the street, but he simply stood in awe and still, not moved or disgusted by the shouts of joy and admiration.

Slowly stepping into the golden carriage engraved with runes, he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, but suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly: "The students of that academy are actually not cultivators.

Father Morley, the vice president of Xishan Yutian Academy, sat across from him with a cautious expression. Although the relationship between the two was a teacher and student, there began to be a subordinate gap between the two, and no one dared to cross it, after Prince Longqing became the second person under the Taoist master of the Ministry of Justice of the Temple.

Priest Morley frowned and said angrily, "I don't know if the Tang family deliberately arranged it."

Thinking of the little maid hiding in a dark corner and secretly drinking, Prince Longqing shook his head blankly.

Outside the carriage, there was the sound of melodious music, and no one knew where it came from.

Prince Longqing suddenly showed a gentle smile, his handsome appearance was as dazzling as a peach, and he muttered with emotion: "It seems that I entered Chang'an, and my Dao heart is covered with dust, for a little maid."

After making sure that Ning Que and Sang Sang were not cultivators, he didn't care about these anymore because his pride was at a higher level. He came to Chang'an City to enter the second floor of the academy, but he ......

Prince Long Qing's smile gradually faded, and he said indifferently, "Go and see who that student is." I really hated him.

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Back at the old brush shop on Lin 47th Street, Sang Sang untied the big black umbrella wrapped in coarse cloth and prepared to cook. They had drunk a lot of liquor today, but the delicate fruits and delicate side dishes that the nobles loved were really difficult to fill the young masters and maids in the frontier fortress who had been tempered by the sandstorm.

Ning Que sat on the chair by the window, holding the window frame with both hands and staring at the sky, he remembered what happened in the Victory Mansion today, and suddenly frowned, "I don't know why I really hate that guy."

He didn't say which person he was referring to, but Sangsang knew exactly who that person was. She poured the well water into a large tank, wiped her hand on her apron, then looked back at the window and said, "I wonder why I don't like that prince now." I should have touched his face today and asked him what kind of powder he was using.

The next day, Ning Que went to the academy as usual, and found that the classmates looked at him a little strangely, probably because of what happened yesterday, they all knew about it. He just didn't know what kind of mental activity they had. There was still a faint contempt in their eyes, which quickly retracted.

After the class bell rang, Situ Yilan grabbed him on Yan Yu's balcony and said in a regretful voice: "Yesterday you helped save the reputation of the academy. Everyone is a little grateful, even a little guilty, but why do you say these words to anger the crowd before you finally leave? Unfortunately, you lose the opportunity to live peacefully with them.

"I didn't mess up this thing, so why should I give them a chance to fix it?" Ning Que replied with a smile, and then walked towards the old library.

It was late at night.

Ning Que looked at the tangerine peel that was panting and crawling out of the bookshelf. Then Ning Que handed him the expensive crab porridge and put down the futon for him. After speaking, Ning Que folded his hands and bowed cautiously, saluting him.

Chen Pipi held the crab porridge, dumbfounded, speechless.

Ning Que seemed extremely sincere, much more sincere than most of the salted duck eggs mixed with the crab porridge in the academy. He stared at Chen Pipi and said sincerely: "Only one person can enter the second floor tomorrow, and I can't wait to be me." I really don't want Prince Longqing to be chosen. What did you say... How much hope do I have?