Minglang suddenly trembled, as if he was addicted to alcohol, he smiled awkwardly, "Yan'er, Dad went drinking, I'll help you find out tomorrow, and you can go to Yutian Academy the day after tomorrow!"
After speaking, Minglang left with his flagon in his arms.
Ming Wuyan sighed, picked up the little greyhound on the ground, stroked its snow-white hair and said, "That person said baby Wonton, is that your name? Since he got it, then you can call it Wonton!"
The little greyhound whined, nestled into her palm and rubbed against it.
The news that Ming Wuyan was about to go to Yutian Academy spread like a gust of wind, and quickly spread throughout the slums. Everyone was envious, and spontaneously organized donations. In one day, they even managed to collect ten taels of silver, so that the golden phoenix, who flew out of a poor family, could take it with him on the road.
When Ming Wuyan held the ten taels of silver, she felt that her heart was burning. She had never experienced such a united wish, so her eyes were red with emotion.
This is the same as the feeling of a golden phoenix flying out of a mountain village, and everyone has a feeling of prosperity together.
Two days later, under the watchful eyes of countless people, she embarked on the road to Xueyue Tianshan, where Yutian Academy is said to be.