The deputy dean and the lower court heard this and their hearts tightened. What is the problem in their college that made this living king of hell stay up all night to investigate?
"No?" Beichen Ye's tone rose, slightly displeased.
"Your Highness, it is our honor and the disciples' honor that you can leave us with your advice." The vice-dean complimented him and said quickly, "Why don't you go and clean up your room for His Highness?"
So Beichen stayed overnight in the most spacious and bright guest room on the main peak. There were some papers piled on his desk, which were the details of each department of the college, including all rules and resource allocations, submitted by the vice president and the dean.
He opened the pages one by one and gave instructions with a red pen, and his movements were smooth and smooth. All the complicated and complicated matters seemed to become clear and orderly to him.
"Master, are you here to do this?" Shadow couldn't help but say.
Beichen put down the book he approved at night and asked without raising his head: "What else?"
"Isn't it true that a hero saves a beauty?" Shadow showed a gossipy smile.
Who would have known that the coldest and coldest assassin in the world is just a facade, but in fact he is a talkative and flattering person.
Beichen Ye threw down another book: "Stop talking and no one will betray you."
"The news about Miss Mu..."
"If you keep showing off, I'll cut out your tongue."
Shadow quickly retracted his tongue and said politely: "The secret guard just found out that Miss Mu's injury has not yet recovered, and also asked her where she lives. She lives in Luo Yufeng."
The pen in Beichen Ye's hand paused, and a moment later he started writing again, seemingly even faster than before.
Mu Qianyu made up her mind to practice that day, but her internal injuries were not healed yet and she felt pain like pins and needles while doing the exercises, so she gave up without any hesitation and insisted on waiting until her injuries healed before practicing.
Qi Ling was also helpless. He originally wanted Mu Qianyu to practice and heal his injuries, but now it seems that he can only postpone it.
He didn't understand why his master acted as if he didn't know the pain when he was fighting, and couldn't bear even a little bit of pain after practicing. This was too contradictory.
Luo Meng had been guarding the small courtyard entering the college last night. He only got the news early in the morning and rushed over as soon as possible.
"If only I could wait for you there." He blamed himself a little.
"It's no use without you." Mu Qianyu winked at him and said, "If you want to be more open-minded, don't you love drinking the most? Let's have a drink together today, which can be regarded as a celebration of my survival after the disaster."
Luo Meng was a little worried: "But your injury hasn't healed yet."
"We cultivators are not so pretentious. Let's go and call Brother Zhao and Sister Li." Mu Qianyu said and took the lead to leave the room.
The most important thing in Luo Yufeng was idlers, so a dozen people quickly gathered a table of food and wine, and everyone held wine glasses to send blessings to Mu Qianyu.
Mu Qianyu liked this cheerful environment very much, so even though she was not a drinker, she was persuaded to drink two more drinks and became a little drunk.
"Boss, you don't have the ability to drink well," Luo Meng said, holding a wine jar.
When Mu Qianyu heard him address him, he knew that he was not sober either. She grabbed his arm and said, "From now on, I'll tell you, boss, if you hear me, don't change your words."
"Okay, I agree with you. Those two second-level spiritual warriors were beaten to death by you." Luo Meng said while shaking his head with emotion.
"Yes, the girls from the Mu family are really capable and must be the most promising ones here." Zhao Dacheng also said.
Mu Qianyu's tongue was a little straight: "Stop praising me. If you praise me again, I won't know what my last name is."
"What's your last name?" Sister Li asked with a smile.
"Maybe his surname is Li." Mu Qianyu smiled naively.
Everyone laughed.
After chatting for a while, Zhao Dacheng, a gossip lover, suddenly stood up: "Everyone, the regent came to our college today, has anyone seen it?"
Just when someone wanted to speak, Mu Qianyu stretched out his hand to stop him, and said angrily: "What kind of news can I get at this time? It's just a delay in arresting him. That person has already run away."
"No..." the man wanted to correct.
"Don't mention him in front of me. I feel dizzy when I hear the word regent." Mu Qianyu said vaguely.
The man had no choice but to shut up.
Mu Qianyu was still cursing, but because of his big tongue, he couldn't hear the specific words, but he was sure they weren't good words.
The man standing in the shadow of the mountain in the distance frowned when he heard this. He didn't understand why she was so hostile to him. He looked down at the python robe on his body and looked helpless.
"Let's go, brothers. Let's continue drinking some other time. I'll treat you."
After the banquet ended, Mu Qianyu carried the wine bottle to say goodbye, and Lan'er held her tightly beside him, fearing that one of his young ladies might accidentally fall on her body again.
"Don't help me, I'm not drunk. I'm known in the world as a golden gun... No, a thousand cups can't be poured down."
While listening to her bragging, Lan'er helped her onto the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and turned around to get water.
The next moment she felt her eyes getting darker, her body went limp and she fell down.
Although Mu Qianyu was very drunk, he still had instincts. When he saw Lan'er pouring down the wine, he woke up and his spiritual energy was in a state of being ready to go.
But soon she suspected that she was hallucinating, because she saw an extra person in front of her. He had a dark jade crown on his head and a solid black robe. He had a god-like beauty that no one would recognize before.
forget.
"Is it you?" Mu Qianyu's mouth widened in shock, and his voice was obviously better than before.
Bei Chenye looked unhappy: "You are injured and you drink so much?"
"Huh?" Mu Qianyu was a little confused, "This doesn't seem to be any of your business."
Beichenye didn't argue with her, and threw a white porcelain bottle to her: "The best Huiyuan Pill, it has miraculous effects in treating internal and external injuries."
Mu Qianyu took it subconsciously, then looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and then at the strange men who entered his room twice in the middle of the night. He felt that he was half sober.
"Why?" she asked. Last time, she felt that this kind of person would not imitate Lei Feng's character of doing good deeds, and there must be a reason for saving her.
"You don't need to know, just take the medicine." Beichenye spoke slowly, concisely and forcefully.
"Who are you talking to like this?" Mu Qianyu's temper suddenly rose, and she stood up as soon as she slapped the edge of the bed. However, she forgot how much wine she had drunk, and fell to the ground without standing firm when she stood up.
Beichen Ye stepped forward and took her into his arms. If he hadn't seen her drunk with his own eyes, he would have thought that she wanted to get close to him.
"You little gangster, let me go!" Mu Qianyu pushed him hard.
"Don't move." Bei Chenye hugged her waist tightly, took the small medicine bottle from her hand with his other hand, popped the cork with his thumb and poured it into Mu Qianyu's mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey..." Mu Qianyu wanted to resist, but in the face of the absolute power, he couldn't even use a trace of spiritual power, so he could only utter syllables in protest.