"Brother Yu, I..."
The man was trembling all over, almost swallowed by fear. Just as he begged for mercy, he saw that Deng Yuzhi had lowered his eyelids. His heart relaxed, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. Fortunately, someone helped him.
"M-Thank you so much," he trembled with his lips and turned his head in emotion. However, when he saw the person coming, his expression froze and he said blankly, "You, you..."
"Huh?"
Others were also stunned for a moment, and asked repeatedly: "Who is he? He looks familiar. Wait, he, his eyes! Blue eyes! White Walkers!"
"White Walker? Seventh Prince?!"
"How did he get into Taixue? Who allowed him to come in! Get out!"
"..."
Even the young man who had been helped by Yun Yanli had a dark face, pushed him away, and said sternly: "Who allowed you to touch me? What a bad luck! Get out! You are not welcome in the Imperial Academy! Get out here !”
With a "pop" sound, the small package in Yun Yanli's arms was knocked to the ground!
A pen shaped like a branch fell out.
It is as long as a brush used by ordinary people, and the body of the pen is also straight. It seems that it has been carefully repaired and wiped. There is no burr on it and it is very smooth. The only thing that is not decent is its soft bristles.
It's not like wolf hair or sheep hair, but looks like human hair.
How had any of the clan nobles ever seen such a thing? They were stunned for a moment, but after they came to their senses, they all laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight, and kept saying: "Brother Fei, take a look, what a good thing this is!"
"Pen? Oh my God! A brush made of hair? Ugh!"
"Thankfully he is still a prince!"
A series of sarcastic voices sounded.
Yun Yanli's body tensed up, ready to attack. Whoever dared to take a step closer would immediately launch an attack. His blue eyes also ignited the flames of anger, with coldness, anger, and a trace of it that was hard to detect. Killing intent surged up at the same time, making people immediately aware of the danger.
Yun Chuyao's heart trembled slightly.
She found... he seemed to have taken care of himself.
Different from his usual slovenliness, today, he deliberately tied up his long hair, revealing his smooth forehead. Although the robe on his body was a bit old, it was washed very clean. You could still smell the scent of soap locust faintly, Yun said. Chu Yao's heart softened inexplicably.
"come over."
She spoke, her voice a little hoarse.
Because the distance was not far, Yun Chuyao could almost clearly see Yun Yanli's eyes that lit up instantly.
But it only lit up once.
The next second, Yun Yanli froze slightly, suddenly lowered his eyelids, and stopped looking at people. He looked like an abandoned big dog, not daring to approach his master at all.
Inexplicably pitiful.
Yun Chuyao sighed softly in her heart, then stood up, walked step by step in front of Yun Yanli, and stood slowly.
"Bang bang bang."
Whose heartbeat was almost deafening.
"Brother Qihuang," she leaned down and personally picked up the brush made of branches from the ground, and said with a warm smile, "take your brush, and don't drop it again."
Yun Yanli's body shook slightly.
After a long while, he pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at her.
Although he didn't say a word, Yun Chuyao could see deep doubts and grievances in his ice-blue eyes. He seemed a little confused as to why Li was being driven away even though he was clearly not ugly.
Yun Chuyao's heart softened again. The moment she handed the brush to Yun Yanli, she shook Yun Yanli's hand again to express comfort. At the same time, she raised her cold eyes slightly with an indifferent look. He fell on the person opposite him and spoke word by word: "You, apologize."
"I……"
The man panicked and said quickly: "Princess Changle, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."
"You should apologize to the Seventh Prince," Yun Chuyao said expressionlessly, "He helped you and was kind to you. It's okay if you're not grateful. Why do you still say bad words to him? Huh?"
"Your Highness!"
This man was shocked and insulted. He had no idea that Princess Changle would actually order him to apologize to a strange ghost. This was a great shame and humiliation for him, a member of the royal family, and he could not give in no matter what!
Yun Chuyao's face darkened slightly, and her eyes looked a little colder at this man.
He trembled all over, no longer daring to take Qiao'er, turned his head quickly, faced Yun Yanli, gritted his teeth and said: "Seventh, seventh prince, I was wrong, I shouldn't have destroyed your package, nor should I have ridiculed you. I know I was wrong."
Yun Chuyao's expression was calm. It was hard to tell whether she was satisfied or dissatisfied. After a while, she nodded slightly and said, "Remember to accept the punishment."
This man just had to be.
The others looked at each other in shock and did not dare to say anything, waiting like quails for the censure from Princess Changle.
"Same for you."
After Yun Chuyao finished speaking lightly, she gestured slightly to Yun Yanli and led the poor boy, who was more than a head taller than her, to the back of the lecture hall and asked him: "Are you willing to sit here with me? "
Yun Yanli's eyes fluctuated.
Yun Chuyao was a little amused: "If you are willing, remember to nod."
"Um!"
Yun Yanli responded solemnly.
The corners of Yun Chuyao's lips raised slightly, and then she sat down. While waving, she took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the hands of the palace maid Jinmei, placed them on the wooden table in front of Yun Yanli, and said gently: "You yourself My writing brush is also very good, but my hair doesn’t have enough hair to absorb ink, so writing will be ugly. If you don’t mind, you can use the writing brush I prepared for you.”
Yun Yanli's eyes lit up, and he pointed at the brush, then at himself, with particularly expectant eyes.
"Yes," Yun Chuyao smiled, "I gave it to you."
"Ouch!"
His eyes brightened even more, and like a cub that only knew how to act coquettishly, he roared twice before barely suppressing the excitement in his heart.
Yun Chuyao guessed that Brother Qihuang liked the brush she gave him very much. He was still playing with it back and forth, making gestures of holding the brush and pretending to dip it in ink. He was having a great time playing with it.
Yun Chuyao's mood improved a lot.
It is indeed a very happy thing when the gift you give is liked by the other person.
She curled her lips slightly.
The two of them were sitting in the back row and did not attract anyone's attention. However, what happened just now scared the courage of many people, forcing many students to focus on Yun Chuyao.
Unexpectedly, at this glance, I really saw something was wrong.
The seventh prince, that strange ghost, grew up in a cold palace and couldn't understand his words, but he could actually make Princess Changle laugh! Isn't he a beast? Isn't he unreasonable? I’ve learned how to please people!
The world is really in decline!
Everyone was disdainful and couldn't help but whisper: "No wonder Princess Changle is angry with you and me. It turns out that the seventh prince is behind it. Just wait, sooner or later one day... Humph, let's see!"
"What's the rush?" Someone sneered, "When the Ninth Prince comes back in a few days, his good days will be over!"
When everyone heard this, they were convinced.
