Yang Yiming's forehead was throbbing with veins after being scolded by Zhu Ying, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to rush forward and fight. However, he still had some rationality left, and coupled with the way he had just come up with after thinking hard in the doctoral hall this afternoon, he didn't want to be easily squeezed and retreated by Zhu Ying. He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and suddenly put down his right hand that was covering his left shoulder.
When Zhu Ying's whip fell just now, a fierce gust of wind blew in his face, like a knife cutting, and he also felt a dull pain in his shoulder. The whip was definitely a heavy blow, and it was impossible for Zhu Ying to deny it!
"You're still right after beating someone up. Is this the family education of your Duke Zhao's Mansion?"
He sternly rebuked her, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Zhu Ying, who was standing opposite him, had a smile on her face, looking fearless. Not only Zhu Ying, but the guards behind her also had similar expressions. Even the people around him looked at him with completely different eyes than before.
Realizing that something was wrong, he hastily turned his head to look at his shoulder, and saw that although his clothes were slightly wrinkled, they were intact, and there was no trace of the whip hitting his clothes. He was shocked and did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly tore open his left lapel to expose his shoulder, but this time, he fell into panic again.
Because those shoulders, which had become a little shriveled due to age, still had no scars!
Until this time, Zhu Ying just chuckled and said: "You shouted and called so many students here, and attracted so many passers-by, didn't you just want to seek justice for yourself? How is it now? Your clothes are not torn, and although your shoulder is a bit ugly, at least there is no mark at all. Do you want to scratch it yourself and blame it on me, or what do you want?"
This is impossible, how could this be possible! The pain just now couldn't be fake, how could it be fake!
Seeing that Yang Yiming was in a state of panic, Zhu Ying remembered that ever since she was assassinated in Cuiyunjian and returned home, she had been thinking about how to improve her martial arts. However, although she was already very talented, she was only this old, so she could only think of cleverness and tricks.
Just now, she frightened Yang Yiming with the strong wind, and then she waved the whip in vain, which really frightened the doctor of the Imperial College and made him scream like a pig being slaughtered. At this moment, seeing that Yang Yiming was obviously desperately thinking about what to say next, she pointed at him with the whip and raised her chin contemptuously.
"You just said that Ah Shou wanted to swap the Banshan Hall and the Ruxing Hall of the Imperial College. Is that to win fame and favor and to destroy the Imperial College? Haha, you said that the Banshan Hall was specially built by Emperor Taizu for me and my juniors. Let me ask you, is this written on paper or in the Records of the Emperor Taizu? If it is not recorded in the Records of the Emperor Taizu, then you are making it up!"
Seeing Yang Yiming's face turn pale, Zhu Ying said calmly, "Besides, what do you mean by destroying the Imperial College? Ever since the Emperor came to the Imperial College and asked for a rectification of the academic atmosphere, I heard from Ah Shou that the students in the six halls of the Imperial College are all devoted to learning, so there are especially many students who are promoted to the Ratexing Hall. The Ratexing Hall is not big enough and can hardly accommodate everyone. Could this be a lie?"