After the Lantern Festival, the major governments who were originally resting naturally entered the working mode. After the annual leave, all the Imperial College schools also started classes and Wuying Pavilion was no exception. So, they built the Wuying Pavilion, but they didn't care about Yue Qianqiu, who had been to Northern Yan, and finally returned to this place as a student.

As for the matter of the resignation of Sect Master Zhou as chairman... Yue Qianqiu said that he was very busy and was reluctant to take over. Anyway, whether he was the chairman or not, everyone regarded him as the leader. It doesn’t matter whether there were many names. With Sect Master Zhou taking care of the miscellaneous things in this name, what’s wrong with him enjoying his achievements?

I haven't experienced this leisurely life in my student days for a long time. Yue Qianqiu, who was busy calculating people and being plotted against others, was naturally very satisfied. Even the professors who were spitting around were cute in his eyes. After all, given that he had no place to go and read books, he could almost memorize all the books, so he had a good foundation.

So, several professors who were willing to use the 9th Prince of Yue to establish their authority were miserable. After trying several times but in vain, they all gave up on this student who could quote scriptures and long-term discussions at all times, and could speak more than them. The most annoying thing is that people can often take out some poems and articles of the late Wei Dynasty that they had not read so far, and refute them speechlessly.

On weekdays, the students of Wuying Pavilion only know that Yue Qianqiu is good at martial arts, at least he can play a draw with Zhen Rong; he is good at speaking, and often squeezes some people out of shame; he has a good mind, and often has all kinds of ghost ideas; but he never knew that Yue Qianqiu could recite the book backwards and speak in a straightforward manner. At the moment, the new leader of Xuan Dao Hall felt a little overwhelmed.

On this day, when Xiao Jingxian, who was specifically responsible for teaching the situation of the Beiyan official system, came in, the students in the classroom, including Yue Qianqiu, were all not on the head of the Wuying Pavilion, but on someone behind him.

When the man was stared at by these many eyes, he immediately raised his head and chest, pointed his chin and said, "This is Wuying Hall, which only talks about the etiquette of classmates, not the etiquette of superiors and inferiors. From today on, I will come over the next day to listen to Mr. Xiao and Mr. Yan's lectures, be classmates with everyone, and please don't need to be too polite."

The little fat king of England used to teach classes in a class specially arranged for the royal family in the Imperial College. All the young men in the Wuying Pavilion knew about this. Now people suddenly came to be classmates with them, and everyone found it incredible. But when they thought about it carefully, they turned their heads to see Yue Qianqiu for granted.

In this nine-times-nine classroom, a central location had long been vacant. Yue Qianqiu was right next to the central seat. At this time, he saw someone looking at him, and he couldn't help but cough.

"Although His Highness, King Ying, treats others humbly, cannot be rude." He said, and took the lead in standing up. So, almost instantly, the young and girls stood up in unison and bowed to the fat man in a uniform manner.

Although he has been kowtowing a lot on weekdays, at this moment, the little fat man felt inexplicably excited from the bottom of his heart, and he bowed his hand back like a blessing in his heart.

Faced with this harmonious scene, Xiao Jingxian couldn't help laughing: "Okay, both sides are polite. Now I am the only one who teaches this lesson about the official military system of the Northern Yan Dynasty, so when listening to the class, it is inevitable that men and women will be mixed. Once it is spread, the old masters outside will inevitably say something bad. Your Highness, please keep silent."

"Of course!" The little fat man agreed without thinking. When Xiao Jing pointed to the center position and asked him to sit, his eyes lit up even more. He felt that such a seat had been reserved. He agreed and walked over quickly. When he passed Yue Qianqiu, he couldn't help but whisper, "Thank you for the seat you left for me!"

Yue Qianqiu smiled and thought to himself that there were eighty-one seats, the No. 60-70 student, there were still many empty seats, and one of them was a bit taboo. Who would you leave it for you if you didn't leave it? He raised his hand gently and sat down with everyone, following the little fat man's sitting down. In an instant, there was a silence in the classroom.

The fat man who came here for the first time was very surprised.

You know, in the past, he taught in the Imperial College. Even if the teacher was strict in the rules, the students had noble status and there were inevitably some whispering voices, and the teacher didn't say much. He originally thought that Xiao Jing had set strict rules first, but it was obvious that people always smiled. When talking about all kinds of Beiyan, he was humorous and humorous. He gradually felt that it was probably not the same thing.

The class lasted for half an hour. The fat man was still distracted at first, but gradually he was completely involved. He didn't feel like he was sitting on pins and needles when he was too old. When Xiao Jing clapped his hands and said that it was over, he was even a little unbelievable.

This is... over? Can class be so easy?

When Xiao Jing went out first, he subconsciously wanted to stand up and chase him out and ask for a clear understanding. But as soon as he pressed the table, Yue Qianqiu came over next to him and said without hesitation: "Ying Xiaopang, should you go and see the murder at noon?"

Huh? The little fat man immediately took his feet away, and stared at Yue Qianqiu with wide eyes and said, "Can you still go out at noon in Wuying Pavilion?"

"The class hours in Wuying Pavilion are not as long as those in the Imperial College, nor are they so boring. Except for classics and epics, the rest are very practical things. The lunch break is a full hour, which is enough for us to watch the excitement. I have already booked a seat on the best floor. How about it, do you go and see the officials bought by the Beiyan Qiu Safari Department?"

Although the fat man was cruel and fierce when he was a child, he had spitted blood and whipped a big stick, he had finally cultivated himself a lot over the years. Even though he had seen murder when he was assassinated, he had never seen the beheading. He hesitated for a moment and saw that many people around him were looking at him, including girls, and he became tough immediately.

"Go, let's go together!" Everyone said that beheading the head but placing the ground. What's there to be afraid of?

After a quarter of an hour of rest, Yan Xu, who had stepped in, immediately attracted a great surprise.

Unlike Xiao Jingxian, who had been telling the students about the situation in Beiyan for a while, this is the first time Yan Xu has come to serve as a teacher after returning from Beiyan. Even though he has been a master of Yue Qianqiu for many years, it is the first time he faces so many students. The current uniform is naturally incomparable attraction to the young men as warriors.

This armor and helmet is so handsome and majestic!

Even the fat man's reaction at this moment was no different from that of ordinary teenagers. He looked at Yan Xu with great envy, and wanted to have such a set of equipment, but what Yan Xu said next made him stunned.

"I came here in this outfit, not to say that I will fight tomorrow, but to demonstrate. You are all warriors, and most of you will enter Xuanlong Session in the future. I have also taken classes such as disguised investigation and combat before. So, it is very important to get familiar with my army of Dawu and Beiyan, from the soldiers at the bottom to the generals at the top, that's very important."

The little fat man originally thought that Yan Xu would demonstrate some exquisite battle formation in this outfit today, but he was stunned when he heard this. Next, he and the young men who were also stunned had a full experience of the clothes of Zhujun of Dawu. Yan Xu actually added a screen in the corner and carried a box in. He went in again and again, changing it again and again, and each time he explained the differences between various clothing, armor and helmets. Among them, what level can be worn and what kind of helmets and armors, he explained the most detailed.

When he was about to show the soldiers from Beiyan, he suddenly smiled evilly: "I hope everyone can see it carefully just now, remember to be careful, otherwise, you will be in trouble when the next class starts the exam. I will not quit the ruler to hit the palm of my palm, nor will I lock your little black room, I will only punish you one thing. That is... I will go to the Qinhuai River for a walk!"

Seeing that the students below were in an uproar, Yan Xu waved his hand like nothing happened and said to himself: "The following is what clothes the soldiers of the Northern Yan army wear. Everyone should remember it well. This is the information collected by many of your seniors without obtaining official titles. And it is very likely that the Northern Yan Emperor would lose its effect by slapping his head up and down. Of course, you must remember it well, I will only wear it once."

Unlike other students who had wide eyes and started memorizing by rote, Yue Qianqiu had received such a cramming education before going to Beiyan, so he is quite leisurely now. As for the previous Dawu, well, the printing shop he cooperated with the Qin family still undertakes part of the royal business, so there will be classics such as Dawu Huidian or Willing to ask for, so he compared those things and looked at the set of outfits just now, remembering them clearly.

When Yan Xu's class was finally finished, everyone was still unsatisfied with Xiao Jingxian's class. At this moment, the teenagers rushed around Yan Xu, asking non-stop. Only the little fat man hesitated slightly after getting up, and then looked at Yue Qianqiu. He naturally leaned over and whispered: "Did you remember everything? Go back and write it into a copy, everyone share it!"

Yue Qianqiu didn't expect that the little fat man was so sensual. He was stunned and smiled and agreed. Sure enough, Yan Xu, who was usually warm and friendly, took a cold look at him this time, and said that there was no second reason on the battlefield to dispel the young men. Then he directly carried the heavy box and carried it on his shoulders, and striding away without any noble accent.

At this time, the little fat man patted the table and said to the extremely frustrated teenagers: "Don't worry, Yue Xiaojiu remembers it! I have told him that he would write down all the key points of recognition and share it back and for everyone, he will definitely be able to pass Mr. Yan's level smoothly!"

After a moment of silence, the fat man said this, there were cheers on all sides. He nodded proudly to everyone who was overjoyed. If he didn't know, he would have thought it was him who was the one who made great efforts. Yue Qianqiu looked at it and was too lazy to expose the kid was using this to win people's hearts, so he stood up immediately.

"It's not early, and it's time to start a slaughter at noon. If you go late, it's crowded. Let's go quickly!"

With his greeting, everyone suddenly forgot that they would face Yan Xu's exam tomorrow and rushed out. In a short while, all kinds of mounts were pulled out at the gate of Wuying Pavilion. Except for Zhou Jiyue and a few 10 or 20 people, there were horses, the rest of the horses were obtained after they arrived at Wuying Pavilion.

Of course, the cost of the mount is not included in the school funding that Yue Qianqiu asked the emperor for before.

Yue Qianqiu helped Ye Guanghan as a lobbyist and asked a few horses from the Ministry of War; Xiao Jingxian, the rich mountain chief, sponsored twelve horses; Yan Xu, who didn't care about money, sent many imperial horses from ages and ages, from childhood to age; Yue Qianqiu used the money and ginseng obtained from the Northern Yan to sucking bones and marrow, and got a lot of money.

In short, there are more than 70 horses in the stables of Wuying Pavilion, and everyone has a mount. Even the Xiao Monkey, the closed disciple of the Iron Cavalry Association, who could not ride a horse at first, also had his own horse after he had a good riding skills during his trip to Northern Yan. At this moment, the fat man ordered a few guards to be sandwiched in the crowd, and a group of them rode their horses away.

As Yue Qianqiu said, when people and traffic gathered together when they arrived near the execution ground, it was already very congested. These days, the officials and the people were in poor entertainment activities, and beheading naturally became one of the few entertainments throughout the year. What's more, this kind of scene where people killed people just after the Lantern Festival and never waited for it is extremely rare.

Moreover, the one who killed the Northern Yan spy detectives, which was more exciting in the eyes of onlookers than ordinary killing bandits and bandits or even regular criminals.

It was not easy to find a place to settle dozens of horses. Fortunately, when Yue Qianqiu was booking a place, he spotted a carriage nearby. After the group put the horses in full swing, he fully utilized the flexibility and maneuverability of the warriors and successfully squeezed into the excellent restaurant in the city before noon.

Although everyone was hungry, after going to the third floor, most people seized the advantageous terrain as soon as possible and looked at the execution ground. With just a glance, the little monkey couldn't help but yelled in a low voice: "It's Liu...well!"

Although the little monkey realized that his mouth was fast and covered his mouth as soon as possible and then stopped talking, he was not the only one with the golden eyes. At least, Liu Fangyuan and Dai Zhanning, who had been chased by Liu Guofeng and had no way to go to the sky and the ground, and Xiao Jingjing, who had been with Liu Guofeng in the Red Moon Palace for more than half a year, all recognized the person with disheveled hair and kneeling on the ground.

Of course, the three brothers in Tianqiao Pavilion were even turned into ashes and could recognize this senior brother who had the most hope of becoming the leader.

Since someone recognized it, other people who were not so good at looking, they gradually realized something was wrong. For a moment, the young boys and girls who were just excited gradually became quiet. The soft-hearted person couldn't help but look back at Yue Qianqiu.

The convener came to behead him, but he responded by sitting on a table drinking tea. He simply tapped the table gently with his fingers.
Chapter completed!