Daily life in the academy

Mu Bailian hurried forward to take over his bag and looked at Yan Qingchen pitifully: "Brother Yan, look..."

Yan Qingchen had a headache and waved his hand to signal the servants to leave.

"Stay."

"Thank you, Brother Yan. Brother Yan is the best." Mu Bailian jumped up happily.

Yan Qingchen's personal attendant Cao Hua stepped forward, took the bundle from Mu Bailian's hand, and asked, "Sir, where is Master Mu placed?"

Without waiting for Yan Qingchen to speak, Mu Bailian made his own arrangements: "I'll live in Jingyuan, with Ah Zhi, but... I've been here for such a long time, why haven't I seen him?"

"He's accompanying my mother..." Yan Qingchen almost blurted out while playing mahjong, but his intuition told him that he couldn't tell Mu Bailian about this, otherwise he would not be able to complete the task assigned by his father. So he changed the subject and said, "He's accompanying my mother to chat with the visiting ladies."

Mu Bailian was surprised: "Azhi is capable of this?"

"Okay, go change your clothes first, you stink." Yan Qingchen instructed Cao Hua: "Take him to Jingyuan for resettlement, and bring him back to see me after everything is sorted out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mu Bailian sniffed himself. He had been running all the way here and was sweating profusely. He really stank. He said heartlessly, "Brother Yan, I'll go wash up and change clothes first."

"Go."

Compared with Mu Bailian's excitement, Yan Qingchen's mood was not so good. According to Mu Bailian's personality, if he knew about mahjong, he would definitely clamor to play, which would be a real headache.

He certainly couldn't afford to offend his mother, but it was also difficult to explain to his father. Now that Mu Bailian was here again, the situation was in complete chaos. Yan Qingchen rubbed his temples and rocked on the recliner.

How to break the deadlock...

After Cao Hua left, the servant Song Xi took over the fan and fanned Yan Qingchen. The cool breeze made Yan Qingchen drowsy. It felt like he had just fallen asleep when Mu Bailian's excited voice came: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, I'm back. Go and call Ah Zhi over. Let's go find Ah Zhe together and go out and have fun. I heard that there's a new tavern opened in Xuanyangfang that claims to be comparable to Xiyun Tower. Let's go check it out."

Yan Qingchen woke up in shock: "What did you just say?"

Mu Bailian was still excited: "I suggest we go to the newly opened wine shop in Xuanyangfang and call Azhi and Azhe."

"Go out..." Yan Qingchen suddenly realized, "Bai Lian, didn't you clamor to go to the summer resort that His Majesty gave me last year?"

"Yes!" Mu Bailian's eyes lit up: "I remember, Brother Yan, are you going to take me with you?"

Yan Qingchen nodded. "That's right. You can come with me to find Wenzhe today, and then rest in the palace. How about the four of us set off together tomorrow?"

"Okay, okay." Mu Bailian nodded repeatedly: "Then let's go now." He couldn't wait any longer.

Yan Qingchen glared at him and said, "I'll go clean up first. Please wait here."

"Okay, Brother Yan, hurry up."

Yan Qingchen didn't respond. He returned to his room and asked Song Xi to grind ink. He quickly wrote a few words and told Song Xi, "Send this paper to the prince. Make sure it's done."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mu Bailian and Yan Qingchen left the house as they wished, and Prince Ning also received a letter from Yan Qingchen:

I've figured out a plan: no one should mention the word mahjong during dinner tonight.

It was also because God had mercy on Prince Ning that the entire dinner was peaceful and no one mentioned anything. Princess Ning had been fighting fiercely for several days and no longer missed the obsession she had in the first few days. With the addition of Mu Bailian, her attention was completely diverted.

After dinner, Yan Qingchen went to the study with Prince Ning.

"What are your plans?"

Yan Qingchen: "Tomorrow the four of us will set off for the summer resort in Lishan. Bai Lian cannot return home for the time being. If we leave him here as well, my father's wish will not be fulfilled for the entire holiday."

Prince Ning: "That's great. My son should go out more often."

The smile on his face grew, as if he had already seen the comfortable life he and the princess would have tomorrow. Ideals are always full, but reality is very skinny. Tomorrow, Prince Ning will deeply understand that after Zhang San leaves, there will be another Wang Wu... The root of the problem is that Princess Ning wants to play, and no one can stop her.

Of course, these are all for later.

"I called you to the study because there's something else I want to tell you." Prince Ning said sternly, "You've been going to the Eastern Palace every day these days. Did that person say anything to you? Can you make some kind of promise?"

Yan Qingchen raised an eyebrow. "Could it be that my father has gone berserk recently? I may be irritable, but I'm not reckless. Born into the royal family, how could I not know the ins and outs of this? Don't worry, I know what I should and shouldn't say."

Prince Ning nodded with satisfaction: "That's very good. Father has always believed in you."

......

As for Bai Zhi, Mu Bailian has been following her since Yan Qingchen left with Prince Ning. When she goes left, Mu Bailian will never go right, as if he wants to make up for the gap of not seeing each other for more than ten days.

When Bai Zhi was getting impatient, Mu Bailian spoke first: "Azhi, I missed you so much after not seeing you for more than ten days."

Bai Zhi pretended to vomit: "Speak human language."

"I'm sincere." Mu Bai pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "I've been drilled every day for the past ten days. My mind is replaying the leisurely days when we first started school. You don't know how I managed to get through such a short time."

Bai Zhi asked innocently, "How did you get here?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a switch was turned on in Mu Bailian. His expression changed and he began to describe vividly, with his hands and feet dancing, the "wonderful" training of the past ten days, and at the same time, he accused his father of completely disregarding the father-son relationship.

The two of them walked all the way back to Jingyuan, and Mu Bailian never stopped talking. It was already the tenth day.

"My father took his big knife and chopped it at my leg. If I hadn't dodged in time, my leg would have been broken." Mu Bailian patted his left leg and complained, "Sometimes I even doubt if I'm his biological son. He hit me so cruelly. If I really get disabled, who will take care of him in his old age?"

Bai Zhi sat at the round table, propping up her face with one hand, and retorted, "Don't worry, as long as the monthly allowance is sufficient, the servants in the general's mansion will take better care of them than you. With your appearance, you might even have to rely on your parents for support."

"Living off my parents?" Mu Bailian was puzzled. "Are you saying that I still have to rely on my father in the future?"

Bai Zhi smiled: "Smart."

"Hmph, that will never happen." Mu Bailian slammed the table and stood up. "I've already made up my mind. Three years from now, when Yunlu Academy closes, I'll join the Northern Army and fight in the battlefield to defend the borders of Yan State. In my spare time, I'll play the role of a swordsman in the border areas, helping those in need by drawing my sword."

He was filled with passion, as if he were already on a battlefield filled with smoke and fire.

Bai Zhi opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to respond for a moment. It turned out that he had always volunteered to go to the battlefield.