When Duanmu Ya looked out to the gate of the academy, there were not many people in the academy. There were a few people walking sparsely. Those people also just talked. Although Duanmu Yawang would look at it more, he said something with a mockery. Words, but no one came up to cause trouble.

As soon as she got out of the gate of the academy, Steward Liu ran over from one side, and saw Duanmu Yawang walk out intact, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Miss, fortunately you are fine."

"Didn't I say that I will be fine? Why are you still so nervous?" Duan Muya glanced around, but she didn't find Mu Qingchen's shadow, so she withdrew her gaze.

"It's not that you even got the book on the carriage!" Steward Liu sighed, "You don't know, how scared and nervous the old slave saw you forgot to take the book."

Mu Qingge glanced at him, saw his sweat all over, curled his eyebrows: "Housekeeper Liu, have you been waiting here for a long time?"

"The old slave is worried that you will be punished by your husband for class without a book. After you find out, you will send the book over." Steward Liu chuckled, "However, not everyone can enter the gate of the Royal Academy. Slave in, the old slave is worried that something will happen to you, so he waited here."

"It's almost noon in such hot weather, how can you wait here?" Duanmu Yawang sighed, and glanced around again.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

"No." Duanmu Yawang shook his head and said to the housekeeper: "It's getting late. Don't let Grandpa wait for me for too long. Let's go back."

"Eh, all right!"

Steward Liu responded, and sent Duanmu Yawang back to the mansion.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Duanmu Yawang came to King Zhongyong's room to accompany him for lunch. King Zhongyong was very happy to see her coming back in good condition. His face was red, "My granddaughter has really grown! Not bad!"

As he said, he was excited: "Lao Liu, bring a pot of the best wine here, I want to drink two glasses for my granddaughter!"

When Steward Liu heard this, he didn't agree very much. Just as he was about to speak, Duanmu Yawang stopped and said, "Grandpa, your body is not suitable for drinking!"

"Grandpa's body is like this now, it doesn't matter anymore." Zhongyong Wang happily said, "It won't be better anyway, I'm happy today. How many drinks would you let Grandpa drink?"

"No, grandpa, your body will be healed soon, don't give up." Duan Mu Yawang heard the words of King Zhongyong, only to realize that he turned out to be such a self-deprecating one, and couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

King Zhongyong pulled the corner of his mouth, sighed and said nothing.

However, even if he didn't say it, he couldn't conceal the loneliness and depression on his face and under his eyes.

"Grandpa..." Duan Muya saw the appearance of King Zhongyong, and knew that there must be something in King Zhongyong's heart, "Did something happen?"

"Grandpa is okay." Duanmu Liguang obviously didn't want to mention it, and smiled and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Yes, Yaya, can you tell me about the Royal Academy, how are your husband and classmates treating you?"

Duanmu Yawang knew that Duanmu Liguang didn't want to worry about herself, so she definitely wouldn't tell her something bad, so she didn't ask any more. For his questions, she answered almost truthfully.

King Zhongyong listened, with a burst of anger and a burst of joy, "The children of the Royal Academy are too self-righteous, but as long as they can't hurt you, Grandpa will be relieved. As for that Mr. Yang..."

When King Zhongyong said, he frowned, "Your father had a holiday with him, and he should have targeted you specifically."

"He had a holiday with his father?" Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment. Mr. Yang was indeed about the same age as the original owner's father: "What holiday?"

"It's all old things." King Zhongyong obviously didn't want to talk about it. Thinking of something, he smiled and said, "You said Mu Qingchen was also the teacher who taught you?"

"Yes." King Zhongyong was paralyzed from the lower body and it was inconvenient to eat. Duanmu Yawang picked the fish bones for him and put them in his bowl, nodded in reply.

"I've seen Mu Qingchen several times." King Zhongyong praised him, "That's a very good kid. It's amazing to be able to do this at a young age."

Duanmu Yawang nibbled a chicken leg, cheeks bulging hum, and swallowed the chicken leg meat, and said: "People seem to be good too. After teaching, they are much better than Mr. Yang."

"That is." King Zhongyong smiled, "Your grandfather I am well-informed, but the young man Mu Qingchen is the most top-notch person that grandfather has ever met, except of course that Gongyu. "

Hearing King Zhongyong mentioning Gongyulanzhi, Duanmu Yawang rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to bite a bite of chicken thighs, muttering bitterly in her heart: Gongyulanzhi is very powerful, and she is so good-looking. People and gods are angry, it's too small!

Don't you just touch his hand accidentally!

As for not showing up for a few days, don't you take her to practice?

King Zhongyong didn't notice Duanmu Yawang's emotions. Seeing her fierce appearance asking for chicken legs, he frowned: "Yah, no one is robbing you. Eat slower and choke, what should I do?"

"Oh." Duanmu Yawang swallowed his mouth full of everyone's legs, thinking of something, and asked: "By the way, Grandpa, that Mr. Yang should be considered very ordinary, right? How could he become a gentleman in the Royal Academy of Medicine? "

"Although Mr. Yang's knowledge is not top-notch, he still has something in his stomach. It's more than enough to teach you kids." King Zhongyong said in a matter-of-fact manner: "However, in the imperial city, the talents get together, if you really follow the true skills Acting, the Royal Academy is such a good job of teaching and educating people, it really is not his turn."

"That's right, does he have a big background?"

"He is the emperor's sister-in-law."

Duanmu Ya looked at it, and raised her eyebrows. The emperor's sister-in-law, that is to say, Mr. Yang is also a consort?

For some reason, as long as the people she came into contact with were related to the royal family, Duanmu Yawang would reject it from the bottom of her heart.

"Surprised, if Mr. Yang still targets you in the future, you told your grandfather." King Zhongyong feels sorry for his granddaughter.

"Well, I got it."

"Yeah." King Zhongyong remembered something and asked, "I heard from the steward that the master and servant of Gongyu is very mysterious. He has never let anyone approach their room for half a step, and he has never eaten a grain of rice from King Zhongyong's mansion. Have you drunk a drop of water?"

Have never eaten a grain of rice in the Palace of Zhongyong and drank a drop of water?

Duanmu Yawang frowned: "Is there no one to give them food?"

"The room is not close, how can I send it?" King Zhongyong said angrily: "Furthermore, he also pulled up the barrier in his room. Grandpa may not be able to break in!"

Duanmuya could not speak anymore.

Gong Yulan's actions are always weird, coming and going quietly.