Sang Zhi lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to be together.

"Wait for me here." Ye Qianning said and raised his chin towards the back: "Those people still need you to deal with."

Sang Zhi followed her line of sight and saw an old man in his fifties, followed by five or six old men in concubine's robes, walking hurriedly this way.

His brows flashed with impatience and anger.

“Don’t cause trouble, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Sang Zhi heard the anger that had just gathered in his eyes dissipated: "Okay."

With the word "good", Gao Qi, who was two steps away, was so startled that his breath paused for a moment.

Looking at Sang Zhi with a look of disbelief.

The seemingly harmless and obedient person in front of you is really the eighth prince?

Ye Qianning ignored Gao Qi, raised his feet and left the place.

The figure passed in front of Takasaki, and he just came back to his senses. He subconsciously wanted to chase her, but was blocked by a hand.

Sang Zhi’s eyes were full of warning.

Gao Qi watched Ye Qianning's back as a child, and then the folding fan in his hand started to swing again. His eyes fell on Sang Zhi's face. Seeing that he was very calm, he couldn't help but say: "I think you are quite normal."

Sang Zhi glanced at him sternly: "I think you are not normal."

..”

“Eighth Prince.”

He Yuting, the current dean of Loushan, led the master to the front. He knew that the other party was a prince, but he did not lead the master to salute, only a symbolic bow.

Gao Qi glanced at it lukewarmly. Since Dean Chen left, Lou Shan has changed the dean.

I heard that the person in front of me was a certain great Confucian who had not been a hermit for many years. It was the royal family's sincere invitation that made this great Confucian willing to come out and take over the Loushan Academy. “When did Loushan become more and more unruly?” Sang Zhi scolded him coldly.

He Yuting chuckled: "As long as you go to Loushan, there is no distinction of status. I heard that the Eighth Prince also studied in Loushan when he was young. Don't you know the rules of Loushan disciples?"

Gao Qi heard Disciple Gui's handsome face twisting for a moment, and looked at Sang Zhi subconsciously. Hey, this old guy He Yuting is really used to being at ease...

The disciple's rules may not be understood when applied to others, but it is different when applied to the Eighth Prince. Back then, the disciple's rules he copied with both hands were almost smoking.

Gao Qi also copied many disciple regulations for Ye Qianning. In his mind, he couldn't even pass the disciple regulations, let alone the eighth prince as his main substitute?

Seeing that the surroundings of the Eighth Prince were getting colder, Gao Qi half-covered his face with a folding fan and took a step back slightly. The old guy was going to be in bad luck.

"Regardless of status, it's all about respecting the teacher and respecting the moral principles. That's true." Sang Zhi was fierce for a moment, and then suppressed it again.

The corners of Gao Qi's mouth moved, but he wasn't angry?

It shouldn’t be!

If it were in the past...could it be because of Ye Qianning's instructions?

Gao Qi's eyes were strange and his brows were furrowed. Thinking of the calm and harmonious conversation Ye Qianning had just had with him, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Ye Qianning has treated Sang Zhi differently since she was a child!

He Yuting seemed to be very satisfied. He smiled and squinted, stepping aside and making a gesture of invitation: "It is rare for the Eighth Prince to go to Loushan. The weather is hot, so why not go and have a cup of tea with me."

“No need, I’m just strolling around casually today and don’t want to be disturbed.”

"Okay, the Eighth Prince is free to do as he pleases, so I won't bother you anymore." After He Yuting finished speaking, he turned around and left with his wives.

Sang Zhi folded his hands in his sleeves, turned around and headed towards the pavilion at the back of the academy.

Gao Qi glanced around, paused and followed Sang Zhi: "You are really different."

If the rumors are true, those old guys were thrown off their horses and had their arms and legs broken.