By the ti we arrived at Mingyang Academy, it was already late.
Bai Zhi’er was carrying a book basket.
Feng Fuce frowned and instructed an Asura envoy.
"Go see where Lu Wang has gone to buy things."
Bai Zhi’er touched her little stomach.
This morning, because she was thinking about Sister A Ruo, she only had a couple of bites.
Now she was a bit hungry.
She said with a small and aggrieved face, "Forget it, Brother Ce, I’ll endure until noon and have a al at the academy."
"By the way, you don’t need to pick up tonight. Leave the carriage, and I’ll go to Third Uncle’s house then."
With that, she waved her little hand, "Goodbye, Brother Ce~"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow lightly.
She didn’t want him anymore?
Bai Zhi’er took two steps, hearing soone following behind.
She turned around and found Feng Fuce walking behind her.
The little one was puzzled, "Brother Ce, why haven’t you left yet?"
Feng Fuce glanced down at her, appearing quite composed.
"I have nothing much to do today, so I’ll accompany you to study at the academy, and take you to Prince Kang’s Mansion in the evening."
Bai Zhi’er’s little face showed a mont of surprise.
If Brother Ce stayed, how would she find Sister A Ruo!
Bai Zhi’er quickly refused, sweetly, "No need, Brother Ce is so busy, Zhi’er can take good care of herself."
Feng Fuce’s thin lips curved into a cold smile.
How unwilling was the Little Demon Pet to see him?
She was insisting on making him leave.
Feng Fuce’s gaze was dark and cold, like congealed ink.
"I’m not busy, anything can be put after you."
Bai Zhi’er was anxious and wanted to say more.
But Feng Fuce directly grabbed her hand and walked inside.
He asked coolly, "This is the direction to your classroom, right?"
This was a forced accompanint.
Because of Feng Fuce’s presence, whether it was the students listening or the teacher lecturing, everyone seed especially constrained and tense.
Today, a teacher surnad Sheng was teaching brush painting.
He occasionally looked at Feng Fuce sitting next to Bai Zhi’er.
The young man looked indifferent, seemingly focused on listening to the explanation of the brush painting features.
Perhaps he was too nervous, Teacher Sheng’s ink-dipping hand trembled slightly.
He had intended to demonstrate the basic form of brush painting but failed due to unsteady penmanship.
Feng Fuce was a bit impatient, frowning.
With such skills, could he teach Bai Zhi’er well?
"Why are you shaking?" Feng Fuce asked coldly.
Teacher Sheng felt as if facing a formidable enemy, "I... I’m not."
Feng Fuce’s aura was imposing, he said with pressed lips, "If you can’t teach, switch soone early, don’t waste everyone’s ti."
Teacher Sheng almost collapsed to his knees, begging for rcy.
Bai Zhi’er pouted unhappily, "Brother Ce!"
The call made Feng Fuce withdraw his sharp gaze.
He looked at the little one beside him, "What’s wrong?"
Bai Zhi’er knew, with him here, Teacher Sheng was very afraid.
Everyone couldn’t study well.
So, the little one said, "How about you go to the door and see if Wangwang is here, I’m a bit hungry."
Finally, Feng Fuce nodded, got up, and walked away with long strides.
Fang Wushen frowned.
He said to Fang Youzhen seated next to him, "Isn’t Marquis Wan being too arrogant? How dare he be so impolite to the teacher!"
This is the academy, not the Xiuluo Guard, what is there to be afraid of him?
Fang Youzhen signaled him to keep quiet.
"Perhaps the Emperor arranged for him to accompany Sister Zhi’er, so say less. If you get beaten, I won’t help you."
Because Fang Youzhen still rembered when Feng Fuce brought people to rescue her father last ti.
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