In the 2,560th year of Caiyun calendar, on the first day of October in the 287th year of Guangwu, the 250th anniversary celebration of the founding of the Southern Dynasties was celebrated by the whole country.

On this day, every family put up lanterns to celebrate this sacred day together, and even the Academy of Chinese Studies, which is known for its strictness, opened up and put on a seven-day holiday, so that the little cubs who were suffocated went home. However, as is customary, the homework left to them is still essential.

On College Street, those merchants closed their shops early and went home to celebrate the festival with their families. As the only super famous school in Caiyun Country, Sinology Academy has a clear rule that students live on campus and are not allowed to go out. In addition to the beginning and end of the New Year's Festival, the children of the Academy of Chinese Studies can only wait for the National Day if they want to go home. Moreover, all living beings in the Academy of Chinese Studies are equal and treat everyone equally, even if the royal blood enters the Academy of Chinese Studies, there is no privilege at all.

These children, since they entered school, have not seen their families for more than half a year, and they are anxious to reunite with their families, so they naturally run in a hurry. However, some people don't run crazy because they are anxious to see their families.

"Ke Xiangyang, you stop for me! I can only run, what kind of hero is it?"

"A fool just stands up and lets you fight! Ke Youzhen, you have the ability to fight with your uncle and me! Every time you make trouble with your uncle, you bring a large group of people, what kind of heroes are you!"

"You're a year younger than me, you're not my uncle!

"Is it your uncle, the genealogy has the final say! I am from the "Xiang" generation, and you are from the "You" generation, there is a difference in generation between us!"

"Ke! Xiang!Yang!"

"Uncle, I don't have time to deal with you, so I'll leave first!"

"Ahhhhh......h

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A large group of half-grown teenagers chased a teenager who was about their age and was full of ruffians, and they were shouting and killing in their mouths. Those who don't know will definitely think that this is school bullying, but just listen to their argument for a while to understand who is bullying whom. That ruffian boy is really ...... It's so cheap! so cheap that people can't help but want to beat him!

The teenagers chased the ruffian boy to a magnificent temple. The ruffian boy ran into the temple as soon as he slipped through the smoke, but the group of young men all stopped, as if they were afraid of the temple.

"Ke Xiangyang, if it's a man, don't hide in the temple and come out to fight us!"

"Hey, the temple is my home, why don't you go home, if you're a man, come in and beat me......!"

"Damn!"

......

The teenagers hesitated, but they still didn't dare to break into the temple without permission, so they had to retreat. Basically, when they clashed with Ke Xiangyang, they couldn't take any advantage. This kid is so slippery, every time he is about to suffer, he runs to find the master, or to find the little ladies of the Fengji Society, although they hate him so much, but there is nothing they can do about him.

This time it was finally a holiday, and they wanted to block Ke Xiangyang at the gate of the academy, but they escaped for him. Looking for trouble to find this virtue, they are indeed very failed!

Ke Xiangyang looked at the dejected backs of Ke Youzhen and his group, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy, but he didn't expect to be happy and sad, and suddenly he was grabbed by the collar behind his back with a hand and lifted up.

With such a familiar punishment method, Ke Xiangyang realized the identity of the person behind him in an instant, and without even a trace of hesitation, Ke Xiangyang immediately began to beg for mercy.

"Elsa, I was wrong! Don't mention it, let me down! Let me down!"

"Hmph! See if you dare to release my pigeon! You said that you would go back together, but you dared to leave me and come back first! If you don't teach you a lesson, you will be a bully, right?"

A tall and beautiful girl dressed in the moon-white student uniform of the Academy of Chinese Studies walked out from behind Ke Xiangyang. She is the president of the Discipline Association of the Academy of Chinese Studies, and the daughter of the Zhenguo Gong Cook family - Rosa Cook. At the same time, she also has an identity, which is Ke Xiangyang's childhood sweetheart.

Although her appearance is 100% beautiful, Ke Xiangyang will use his more than ten years of experience full of blood and tears to tell you not to be deceived by Rosa Cook's appearance. This violent female ...... Forget it, for his personal safety, don't say more. However, judging from the strength with which she can lift Ke Xiangyang with one hand, you can know Rosa Cook's strength.

Rosa Cook was about to fight, Ke Xiangyang was so frightened that he immediately explained: "Don't fight! Don't fight! I'm not trying to avoid Ke Youzhen's gang!"

"Anyway, you are also a member of the Caiyun royal family, can you have a little backbone?" Rosa Cook hated that iron could not become steel, but he still easily opened the hand holding Ke Xiangyang's collar.

Ke Xiangyang was freed, he barely passed the test, and he took a long breath. But when he heard Rosa Cook's words, he began to speak sour words again: "Hehe! The royal family that was sent to the temple, is that still a royal family?"

Ke Xiangyang was originally the youngest brother of Ke Xiangfeng, the current King of Caiyun, with a noble status, but he was helplessly sent to the temple since he was a child. The feathered phoenix is not as good as a chicken, and even a branch royal family like Ke Youzhen dares to bully him at will.

The founding king of the Southern Dynasty, King Guangwu Conan, promulgated a law that the temple dedicated to the ancestor Nuwa must be attended by the blood of the royal family. Therefore, every few decades, the Caiyun royal family would pick out a child of appropriate age to go to the Nuwa Temple to assist the high priest in managing the affairs of the temple. After the death of this royal child, he will send another child of appropriate age to replace him, and the cycle will start over and over again. And this son of the royal family dedicated to the temple, because his life already belongs to the temple, all rights and interests in the royal family are also nullified, as if this person has never appeared in the royal family. Ke Xiangyang was so unlucky that he was selected and sent to the temple.

However, it is also the blessing of entering the temple that Ke Xiangyang can become childhood sweethearts with Rosa Cook.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. Master, she's waiting for you, come in!" Rosa Cook patted Ke Xiangyang's shoulder casually, and his huge strength made him suffer.

"This savage ...... of the strong woman" But Ke Xiangyang didn't dare to raise any objections, or he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and he only dared to slander in his heart.

Without waiting for Rosa Cook to urge again, Ke Xiangyang ran into the temple in a hurry, he didn't want to be slapped again.

In the temple of Nuwa, the high priest was waiting for him.

Covered in a red robe, red hair fluttering in the wind, delicate as a flower, youthful and ageless. No one knew how old the high priest was, not even Ke Xiangyang, who was closest to the high priest. All he knew was that the High Priest had always been like this, and that he had never changed.

For as long as he can remember, but now, it has never changed.

Moreover, every time the high priest looked at the statue of Nuwa, she would show a strange expression, and she did not treat the ancestor Nuwa as respectfully as the outside world thought. The relationship between the high priest and the first ancestor Nuwa does not seem to be the relationship between believers and gods, but between them...... It's like...... The High Priest treated the Ancestor Nuwa as if she were a friend, and the High Priest often poured himself a drink in front of the statue of Nuwa at night, which deepened Ke Xiangyang's idea.

Could it be that the high priest is an old monster who has lived from ancient times to the present? Ke Xiangyang didn't dare to think about it anymore.