Wen Yantong was carried all the way to the school by Mu Yang.
When they entered, the school was almost full, and they all looked towards the door. Mu Yang didn't care much about their stares, returned the crutch to her, and asked, "Where are you sitting?"
Wen Yantong took back the crutch angrily, and said in a bad tone, "Why do you ask this?"
She had a fight with Wu Yutian as soon as she arrived in the morning, and she still hasn't found where to sit.
She glanced into the hall and saw that there were seats in the back row, so she went towards the back row.
The atmosphere in the school is a bit strange. Most of Ding Liutang are playboys from Chaoge City, and a few civilian students are mixed here, all of whom have the lowest literature scores in the entire academy.
The dandy boy looked down on the common people, and the common people did not dare to provoke them, so the two had nothing to do with each other and gathered in the school, which caused Ding Liutang to have neither a learning atmosphere nor a lively atmosphere.
After Wen Yantong took her seat, the deskmate looked up at her, then quickly lowered her head.
Mu Yang didn't know what was wrong, he insisted on sitting with her, so he drove away the person sitting in front of her. As soon as he sat down, he turned his head and said, "This afternoon's martial arts class, can you let me see how you hit the bull's-eye?"
"I've said it before, it's just a coincidence." Wen Yantong felt a little helpless, "It's impossible for me to shoot again."
"How do you know if you don't try?" Mu Yang frowned.
"Okay, just try it." Wen Yantong said, "But if I miss, Master Mu can't blame me."
"It's natural." Mu Yang said happily.
Wen Yantong was afraid that he would make other requests, so he turned his head and took the initiative to talk to his deskmate, "What class are we going to have this morning?"
The deskmate was a very handsome young man with healthy wheat-colored skin, thick and long eyelashes, and the color of ink.
He replied in a low voice, "Master Zhao's plan is clear."
Before Wen Yantong said anything, Mu Yang picked out his ears with his little finger, "Did you speak just now? The sound is lower than the sound of a bird that just broke an egg in the bird's nest on the tree at my house."
I'm afraid this guy didn't deliberately find fault.
Wen Yantong said, "I heard it all, maybe it's because Young Master Mu is far away, so he can't hear clearly."
After hearing this, Mu Yang thought about it, and then suddenly moved closer to the boy's face, "Say it again and I'll listen."
The young man was taken aback, and shrank back, not only scared but also shy, red from the neck to the tips of the ears, "Master Zhao's plan in the morning and morning."
Mu Yang clicked his tongue, and said in distaste, "Hi, bitch, is it worse than Wen Yantong, a weak chicken?"
Tell me again who is the weak chicken? !
Wen Yantong really wanted to take Mu Yang out with the table and someone, lest he be annoying here.
The young man lowered his head, did not refute, opened his book in a panic, and polished the ink that was about to dry, pretending to be very busy.
But Mu Yang refused to let go, and glanced at his book, "Fu Zixian? Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Wen Yantong was shocked when he heard the name, and turned his head to look at his deskmate seriously.
Fu Zixian, the prime minister's concubine, among his brothers and sisters, he is the closest to Fu Tanghuan.
Wen Yantong liked the role of Fu Zixian very much when he was reading books. His personality was very similar to Zhang Jieran's when he was young, timid and shy, but when he grew up, he became calmer and more independent in doing things.
More importantly, he later had a very good relationship with Mu Yang. In the battle for the throne, Fu Tanghuan chose to side with Cheng Xiao, while Fu Zixian supported Chi Jingxi, with great affection and loyalty.
However, like Mu Yang, he died on the battlefield later.
Wen Yantong sighed, unexpectedly met this little cutie in the school.
After Fu Zixian heard Mu Yang's question, Xu felt inferior to his status as a bastard, and lowered his head even lower.
Mu Yang has always disliked people with a temper like this, and he even looked down on men who act like women, so he didn't hide the contempt in his tone, "No wonder they have such a temper."
Fu Zixian did not dare to answer.
Wen Yantong gave him an annoyed look, and secretly walked around to see, there will be times when you hug someone and say it smells so good!
After Master Zhao came in, Mu Yang stopped and turned around.
Seeing that Fu Zixian was in a low mood, Wen Yantong didn't talk casually, and listened to Master Zhao's class honestly. His calculation class is the only class Wen Yantong can listen to.
But they were talking about simple things, Wen Yantong shrank her head back into the cotton-padded jacket, squinted her eyes and fell asleep.
Mr. Zhao thought of what she said earlier about not being able to sleep all night, and he was considerate of her special situation, and didn't bother her, so he just turned a blind eye and passed by.
After sleeping like this for the whole morning, Wen Yantong woke up blinking his eyes when the get out of class bell rang. Mr. Zhao tidied up his books, and suddenly asked, "Wen Yantong, did Mr. Li give you the list of martial arts branches earlier?"
Wen Yantong remembered it now, nodded in response, hurriedly took out the list, and wanted to get up. But Master Zhao said, "You don't need to give it to me, just read it once."
She didn't dare to refuse, so she bit the bullet and read the words on the list. After reading it, it was discovered that only three people in Ding Liutang were divided into sub-tangs.
Besides her and Mu Yang, there was also Fu Zixian.
Master Zhao nodded in satisfaction, "Remember what class you are assigned to, and don't go to the wrong place for the martial arts class in the afternoon."
Then with a sentence of dismissal, he took the book and left.
People in the school were discussing the branch of martial arts, and rushed to the dining hall one after another. Wen Yantong thought that he would have plenty of time at noon, so he should be able to go back and take a nap.
There is no need to go to the dining hall to squeeze, the servants arranged by Fu Tanghuan will prepare a sumptuous meal for her.
After making up her mind, she walked out on crutches. Fu Zixian caught up from behind and said, "I'll take you back to your bedroom."
Wen Yantong was very surprised, but still said, "Don't dare to bother, I can go back by myself, thank you for your kindness."
Fu Zixian looked around and said quietly, "My third sister told me to take good care of you, and I happened to have dinner with you."
It turned out that it was Fu Tanghuan who said hello in advance.
Wen Yantong's heart warmed up, he didn't expect those supporting characters who were being kind by the protagonists to feel this way.
But after thinking about it, she felt wrong. She was not a supporting role, but a small cannon fodder whose appearances did not exceed two chapters.
She didn't refuse anymore, she complied with Fu Zixian's words, and the two went back to the dormitory together.
He has a gentle temperament and is very easy to get along with. He has no airs of a young master at all.
The two sat together for dinner, chatted for a while, and then began to take a nap.
The stove was turned on in the house, and as soon as Wen Yantong entered the room, he took off the outer layer of gray padded jacket, and lay down carefully on the bed. Fu Zixian slept on a soft bed behind the screen, quietly, like a rare breed cat.
Perhaps it was because the room was too warm, and both of them slept very soundly, so they almost forgot the time. Fortunately, before Wen Yantong went to sleep, she ordered the maid to wake them up when the time came, so she was not late.
The two changed their clothes and rushed towards the place where the martial arts class was held.
The field of martial arts class is very wide. Each school is separated by a row of eight-foot-high wooden sticks. It is said that the content taught in each school is somewhat different.
With the help of Fu Zixian, the two found Zitang easily. Mrs. Xu, who is in charge of the Zitang, has arrived, and other students are also standing in line.
Wen Yantong saw Chi Jingxi who was the most conspicuous among the few people in the first row from a long distance, and his limping pace became even slower.
She had thought of it before, if she was divided into Zitang, she would definitely meet Chi Jingxi and the others on a narrow road. In fact, apart from Chi Jingxi, Cheng Xin, Cheng Xiao and others, the sons of famous high-ranking officials and nobles in Chaoge City are all in Zitang.
This made Wen Yantong very depressed.
When she got closer, she found that Mrs. Xu was the one who caught her to slaughter the chicken and kicked her right leg, causing her pain for several days, so she became even more depressed.
Mrs. Xu looked at her sideways, without urging her, and there was no anger on her face. On the other hand, the other students standing in the queue got a little impatient.
When Wen Yantong glanced over, he always subconsciously looked at Chi Jingxi. Right now, he folded his arms with both hands, raised his chin slightly, his dark eyes were full of impatience, and he looked down on people by nature.
She involuntarily quickened her pace, and when she reached Mrs. Xu, she opened her mouth to ask for leave.
After all, my legs are so lame, I can't run and jump, can I
Who knew Mr. Xu spoke before her, "Is that Wen Yantong?"
She nodded blankly.
"I heard about your leg injury before." He sighed softly, "It's really not the right time for the injury. The class has just started, I guess you will have to cultivate for a long time."
Wen Yantong also made a regretful look, "It's because the students are too careless."
"You don't need to participate in the martial arts class for the time being." He said.
Wen Yantong almost laughed when he heard the words, but fortunately he held back.
Then I heard him say, "Your leg injury is difficult to heal in winter, the more you lie still, the better. Slowly, today I will walk around this place slowly and exercise."
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