Seeing Ye Qingluo's silence for a long time, the ancestor continued: "Lao Qi, I heard that you were assigned to the class of demons in Shangxuan Academy, the class called trash?"
Ye Qingluo dangled the bamboo chopsticks with his fingertips, and glanced at his ancestor with a half-smile: "Yes."
"On the day you go to the academy, grandma will go with you and ask the dean to transfer you to the lower class." The ancestor smiled gently, "How can you say that you are also the prostitute of my Ye family, and your strength is not bad. How can you stay in the same class as that group of trash."
As for the matter of Ye Qing falling in the academy, in order to preserve her status, Ye Qingqian naturally would not reveal a word to the Ye family.
Ye Fengyu also felt that the Ye family treated her sister too favorably, and she was not fair for her from the bottom of her heart, so how could she even have a half-hearted talk with these elders.
In the eyes of the Ye family, Ye Qingluo was considered a waste because of his poor performance, so he was assigned to the waste class.
"The old ancestor is right." Ye Tiankuang leaned towards Ye Qingluo's direction, with a fatherly look on his face, "You are my Ye Tiankuang's daughter after all, no matter how poor your aptitude, no matter how low your profound rank is, No matter how bad your ability is, you can still enter the low-level class!"
Apparently, he had forgotten.
How did Ye Qingluo get into Shangxuan Academy
He also forgot that he himself had suffered at the hands of Ye Qingluo.
"Luo'er, Yu'er is in the second class of Dixuan." Ye Tiankuang seemed to have found a reason to belittle Ye Qingluo, and he felt a little more relaxed, and the smile on his brow and eyes was also tainted with sincerity.
"Don't worry, although you are not as talented as Yu'er, father and ancestors will do their best to let you and Yu'er be in the same class!"
Look, this tone sounds like charity
It seemed that her Ye Qingluo's admission to Shangxuan Academy was also due to his Ye Tiankuang's credit.
The bamboo chopsticks in Ye Qingluo's hand swayed and fell off the table.
It just so happened that the bamboo chopsticks fell into the soup, splashed drops of soup, and splashed on Ye Tiankang's face beside him.
The hot soup, just a few drops, doesn't hurt.
But that greasy feeling rolled down drop by drop on the face, and the smell of greasy soup filled the nostrils.
Ye Tiankuang's face suddenly became black as coal.
Just as he was about to fight against the case, he angrily reprimanded Ye Qingluo for his ignorance of good and evil, but he heard a refined and gentle laughter from outside the door: "My lord father, what you said is wrong, what you said is wrong..."
Immediately, I saw a man wearing a bamboo-colored gown, with a gentle appearance like jade, and a gentleman, walking slowly.
He walked casually, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside Ye Qingluo.
"Ru'er, when did you come back?"
Seeing the man, Ye Tiankuang's face immediately showed joy.
Even the old ancestor who had always been shy and reticent showed joy from the bottom of his eyes.
This man is none other than the second young master of the Ye family, Ye Fengru who is called the housekeeper of the Ye family.
"I just came back." Ye Fengru poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and the smile on his lips didn't fade, "I didn't expect to see my father making fun of my younger sister as soon as I came back."
When Ye Qingluo was mentioned, the joy on Ye Tiankuang's face froze.
He raised his sleeve, wiped it on his face, and wiped off the greasy touch: "A joke?"
Ye Fengru was startled for a moment, and then looked at Ye Qingluo meaningfully: "Did Seventh Sister not tell my father and ancestors about her deeds?"
Ye Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, and met his warm eyes.
There was a layer of deep thought in his eyes.
Ye Fengru, this is her second meeting with this second brother.