That is the controversial young city lord of Golden City.
The Young City Lord here does not refer to Nangong Han, but Nangong Mo.
Compared with Nangong Han's smooth life, Nangong Mo's life was much more bumpy.
As the son of the city lord of Golden City, Nangong Mo is the first son of the current city lord Nangong Bo, who was also born when Nangong Bo was still the young city lord of Golden City. Later, Nangong Bo inherited the position of city lord, and his original wife passed away, and Nangong Bo took over the throne.
, Nangong Han is the daughter of the second wife.
According to seniority, the position of Young City Lord of Golden City now belongs to Nangong Mo.
However, Nangong Mo himself was unlucky. He was unable to awaken his golden bloodline since he was a child. When he was a teenager, his legs were broken. In addition, his mother died early, so he lost the qualification to compete for the position of Young City Lord early.
It is said that he was exiled in the early years and only recently came back.
There is a rule in Golden City that all bloodline heirs must study in the academy for three years.
Now, Nangong Han came to the academy, and Nangong Mo followed closely behind.
"I heard that the unpopular young master from Golden City came to the academy."
"You mean that cripple? Why did he come to the academy?"
"You can't say that. Although Nangong Mo has not awakened the golden bloodline and has disabled legs, his talent is not bad."
"What's the use of that? Even if he is an ordinary person, he will be useless if he is not good at what he does. What's more, he is a person from the Golden City. Such a person will only become a joke!"
...
Qing Shu pushed Nangong Mo all the way into the academy, listening to countless similar conversations along the way.
He was angry and distressed in his heart.
Why did the master's legs get crippled? Wasn't it because of those people?
What's wrong with the master?
Is it because he is the eldest son of the city lord?
Qingshu stopped and couldn't help but wanted to go up to them to argue with them, but was stopped by Nangong Mo.
"Qingshu, that's all."
"But..."
"The mouth is on them, let them be. Besides, they were right..."
"Master! I don't allow you to say that!"
Qing Shu's eyes turned red.
Nangong Mo had a self-deprecating smile on his face.
His bloodline cannot be awakened and his legs are disabled. This is exactly what he is talking about.
He is indeed so downcast.
"Let's go to class."
Qingshu endured the pain in his heart and slowly pushed Nangong Mo towards the classroom.
...
Because she did not grasp the quota for special teachers, Ling Xueyao could only settle for the second best and became an ordinary teacher in the academy.
Originally, with her status, it was absolutely impossible for her to come to the academy to teach, but her husband-in-law, the young lord of the Golden City, happened to be practicing in the academy. In order to be with him, she chose to come to the academy to teach.
At this moment, in the open-air training ground, Class 88 of Aoi Wei is gathering.
Nangong Han, the current young city lord of Golden City, is in this class.
This class is quite special, it is specially opened for the children of other sects.
Therefore, the disciples in this class all come from great powers and have a distinguished status.
The teacher in charge of Class 88 of Kuiwei is none other than Elder Li, a member of the Presbyterian Church.
In ordinary classes, the teachers who lead the class are all special teachers, but the teacher who leads this class is an elder. It is evident that the academy attaches great importance to him.
Even among the many handsome men and beauties with distinguished status, Nangong Han is still the most eye-catching one.
His tall body, handsome appearance, and noble temperament make him stand out and become the brightest star!
Outside the training ground, Ling Xueyao looked at the man infatuatedly.
This is her man, her husband-in-law.
The young city lord of Golden City is one of the most outstanding men in Beimingzhou!
"Is everyone here?"
Elder Li looked at the time and asked loudly.
"Elder Li, there is still one person who is not here!"
Ling Xueyao raised her voice and replied.
Originally, outsiders were not allowed to interfere in such an occasion. But since the other party was Ling Xueyao, Elder Li naturally wouldn't say anything.
Instead, he asked cooperatively: "Oh, who else?"
"Nangong Mo!"
Ling Xueyao curled her lips and sneered.
As soon as this statement came out, the disciples present exploded.
"Nangong Mo? Isn't he that trash?"
"I heard that he is bad at walking and is a cripple. As expected, he is slower than others in class!"
"Everyone, please be considerate of him. After all, he is incomparable to us normal people!"
...
Many disciples were unscrupulous and didn't seem to worry at all about what Nangong Han, who was also the heir of the Lord of the Golden City, would do to them.
Nangong Han really wouldn't do anything to them.
Not only did he not know how, he actually showed a sarcastic smile.
Nangong Mo?
Just a joke!
He never thought that Nangong Mo was from the Nangong family.
Because he doesn't deserve it!
At this time, the grunting sound of the wheelchair was heard.
Everyone looked around and saw Nangong Mo sitting in a wheelchair being pushed.
As a result, the smiles on each face became even more sarcastic.
"Nangong Mo, you came so late, do you know that the whole class is waiting for you?"
Elder Li's face darkened and his voice was cold and stern.
Qingshu immediately replied: "Elder Li, my master is not late!"
Although they came a little late, they arrived before class.
"Shut up! I'm talking to your master, and you, a servant, why are you interrupting?"
Elder Li narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingshu with contempt in his eyes.
A useless subordinate is simply worse than trash!
"I said, brother, you are not good at disciplining your subordinates. Do you want me to help you with your younger siblings?"
Ling Xueyao sneered.
"Thank you for your kindness, brothers and sisters. I can discipline my own people."
Nangong Mo refused quietly, and then called Qing Shu's name seriously.
"Nangong Mo, everyone comes to class by themselves. If you take a class and have servants follow you, isn't it too unique?"
In the class, someone questioned loudly.
"This fellow disciple is right, Qingshu, please step aside first."
Even though Qing Shu had ten thousand reluctances in his heart, he did not dare to disobey Nangong Mo's wishes.
As soon as Qing Shu left, Nangong Mo was surrounded by the disciples of Class 88 of Kui Wei. He was sitting while the others were standing.
Helpless and miserable.
Everyone is in good health, but he is unable to walk. He can only sit in a wheelchair and accept the gaze of others.
The hands in the sleeves couldn't help but clench.
Nangong Mo's eyes wandered over everyone, and finally landed on Nangong Han.
Nangong Han stood out among the crowd, and his appearance was somewhat similar to his, which further highlighted his desolation.
"Brother, look, everyone is standing. Wouldn't it be bad if you sit alone?"
Nangong Han curled his lips.
"That's right, Nangong Mo, even though you are from Golden City, you can't do anything special, right?"
"Otherwise, all of us will be like you, sitting on a chair in class?"
"Although you are disabled, you can overcome it! Do you want us to prepare an armrest for you so that you can hold it?"
...
Although the disciples of Class 88 are from powerful sects, they are still inferior to the top Golden City.
They all tried hard to please Nangong Han and tried to have a relationship with him.
The relationship between Nangong Han and Nangong Mo may not be clear to others, but they know it clearly.
As long as you suppress Nangong Mo, you are choosing to support Nangong Han.
Elder Li looked at the crippled Nangong Mo with disdain in his eyes.
"Nangong Mo, you heard it too, just get over it and stand in class like everyone else!"