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"Marshal, here is the information you want." Cheng Qing looked at the man who was reviewing the documents, "The admission rate of the Imperial Royal Knight Academy in recent years and the employment direction of graduates, including the information of outstanding graduates are all in it. "

He Yanxiao nodded and said, "Put it on the table."

"Okay Marshal." After Cheng Qing finished speaking, he walked out. He Yanxiao looked up at his back, hesitated and said, "Wait a minute."

He is now desperate to find someone to discuss.

Cheng Qing stopped, and He Yanxiao looked at him and said, "What do you think I send Mo Ningyuan to the Imperial Academy of Royal Knights?"

"Do you mean to send your wife to the Imperial Academy of Knights?" Because he was too shocked, Cheng Qing repeated, "What is your intention in doing this?"

He Yanxiao rubbed his eyebrows, thinking of Mo Ningyuan's frivolous behavior in front of him just now, he had a headache, "I read his information, he didn't go to school after graduating from high school, and I checked his high school," He Yanxiao paused After a while, "It's the same as not attending. After all, he has just grown up and is still at school age. I just want to send him to the imperial knight school. I don't ask him to make any progress, just learn some knowledge."

Although there is no relationship between the two, he can't bear to watch Mo Ningyuan make a living by selling alcohol. If he is allowed to stay at home, he is afraid that he will put all his thoughts on himself. Sending him to school not only allowed Mo Ningyuan to learn a skill, but also distracted him and made him quieter.

Cheng Qing was silent for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Then you want to send Madam to Jialuo Academy?"

The Royal Knights of the Empire have two colleges, one is Gallo College and the other is Saint Star College. Most of the students in Gallo College are omega. Most of the students in the Star Academy are alphas, they study mecha-related subjects, and most of the students enter the army directly after graduation.

As for betas, they can join any academy, but most bates will choose Galo Academy. After all, betas are inherently inferior in mental strength and physical fitness to alphas. Entering Saint Star Academy, isn't this looking for abuse?

He Yanxiao nodded and said, "I want him to enter Galo Academy, but not as an omega."

"...You mean you want your wife to dress up as a beta to enter the Jialuo Academy?" Cheng Qing frowned and said, "I don't understand why the marshal would do this?"

He Yanxiao was silent for a long time, and he still didn't open his mouth to explain. Cheng Qing thought that he had overstepped, and apologized: "I'm sorry Marshal, this is not what I should ask."

He Yanxiao shook his head, "It's not your problem, it's because I don't know how to explain it."

"Have you told Madam about this?" Cheng Qing asked.

"Not yet." He Yanxiao said, "Tonight, I'll go back and tell him about it."

He Yanxiao paused, and said, "Do you think he will be willing?"

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After all, she was married to He Yanxiao, and Mo Ningyuan stayed in the marshal's mansion all day. She wanted to show He Yanxiao a good show, but she didn't expect this person to show up all day.

After dinner, the talent came back. After He Yanxiao greeted Mo Ningyuan, he went into the study, and the two got along like strangers.

The old housekeeper looked worried.

He can almost be said to have watched He Yanxiao grow up. Since Admiral Ji Ting left, He Yanxiao has devoted all his thoughts to his work and has become a veritable workaholic. Now he finally has a partner and still behaves like this. Did you make up your mind to live your whole life alone? !

The old housekeeper turned his head to look at Mo Ningyuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating fruit, with a look of indifference to He Yanxiao's attitude.

He walked over, rubbed his hands together and said to Mo Ningyuan: "Madam, don't be angry, Marshal..."

Mo Ningyuan turned her head, smiled and said, "Just call me Mr.

The old butler nodded and said, "Sir, do you want to send a fruit plate to the Marshal?"

Mo Ningyuan knew that the old housekeeper intended to match them up, but neither he nor He Yanxiao had that intention, so he shook his head and said, "I'll disturb his work when I go."

The old butler heard the refusal in Mo Ningyuan's tone, shook his head regretfully, and said nothing more.

After the old housekeeper left, Mo Ningyuan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and watched TV. After watching it for a long time, he yawned lazily. He was going to take a restful sleep.

Before falling asleep, Zhulong sent a message from Ai Fuli. There was something wrong in Dark Night Alley. Mo Ningyuan put on his clothes and resigned himself to work. He worked until midnight and was hungry. He went downstairs and saw It was pitch black, and the servants went to sleep, so they ate a bowl of noodles by themselves.

In the middle of eating, Mo Ningyuan suddenly remembered something, put down his chopsticks and was about to tell Ai Fuli that the person who went upstairs happened to bump into the old housekeeper who came down.

Mo Ningyuan stopped in her tracks, smiled and said, "You haven't slept yet."

The old butler nodded and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing here, sir?" Before he finished speaking, he saw the light in the kitchen, and suddenly realized: "Aren't you hungry, sir? Wait a minute, my name is Someone will prepare supper for you."

"No need, I ordered some noodles and ate it myself, but I just need to ask the maid to clean up the kitchen for me tomorrow morning."

Mo Ningyuan said a few more words, and went upstairs. The old housekeeper stood in the lobby for a while, then went to the kitchen. Seeing that the noodles made by Mo Ningyuan were still hot, he hesitated for a while, and made a serving on his own initiative. Served it to He Yanxiao.

"Come in." He Yanxiao raised his head when he heard the knock on the door, and saw that it was the old housekeeper and said, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"Let's go now." The old butler said cheerfully, "This is the supper made for you by the master."

"Sir?" He Yanxiao didn't react for a moment when he heard this strange address, but after he did, he said, "Put it on the dining table. I'll eat it when I'm done."

"Go to rest early, I'm already an adult, don't worry about me anymore." He Yanxiao said to the old housekeeper.

Looking at He Yanxiao was like looking at his own child. The old housekeeper could see that there was a gap between the newlyweds, so he wanted to use his old bones to try his best, but he didn't expect that the gap was bigger than he thought.

The old butler put his face down, sighed and retreated, and gently closed the door for He Yanxiao.

He Yanxiao finished reading the document in one breath, and let out a long breath. While moving his shoulders, he stood up and was going to talk to Mo Ningyuan about sending him to school.

As soon as he stood up, he saw that the hour hand of the clock had passed the number three. He was so busy that he forgot the time. Mo Ningyuan must have fallen asleep by this time.

Thinking of Mo Ningyuan, the slender and slender neck couldn't help appearing in front of her eyes, the beautiful and delicate glands aroused the alpha's instinct, and her body became hot and hot uncontrollably.

He Yanxiao walked around the room irritably, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the noodles brought by the old housekeeper.

The noodles have already absorbed the soup and swelled up. There is a poached egg on the noodles and some chopped green onions. It is a simple noodle that even makes people look without appetite

The moment he saw this bowl of noodles, He Yanxiao seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and his whole body was nailed to the wall formed by the air, unable to move at all. He stared at the bowl of noodles without blinking. It was covered with red blood, and the foolish words of that person appeared in his mind.

"Happy birthday, kid. This is the noodles I made specially for you. How do you taste it?"

A gap was opened in the memory, those pictures whizzed by, and he still remembered every detail of that time.

When the man said this, he had just come out of the studio, his eyes were blue, he was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cigarette, talking lazily, but his eyes were extremely bright, like stars falling in the sky. into his eyes.

It was his coming-of-age birthday. On the eve of his birthday, he thought of his mother who had passed away and was of oriental descent. He was sad for several days. After the man knew about it, he learned Chinese noodles for him and celebrated his birthday without taking a break.

"...Ji Ting, what do you want me to do with you." He Yanxiao roared in pain.

The heat gradually surged up, and He Yanxiao's muscles tensed like a trapped animal, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Since that person passed away, he has sealed up all his memories, but sometimes, memories will playfully come out and torture him , tear open his wound, let him once again taste the heart-piercing pain of loss.

Because of the twitching heart, He Yanxiao tightly grasped the clothes at the heart, and his breath was short of breath. He felt that his whole body was about to be torn apart. Every cell in his body was suffering from pain. He opened his red eyes and looked out the window. , silently bearing the pain and suffering in his heart.

After a long time, He Yanxiao slowly recovered, like after running a marathon, his whole body was sweaty and exhausted, he stared at the bowl of noodles in front of him that overlapped with his memory for a long time, then slowly picked up the chopsticks, He picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The noodles were inelastic and melted when touched by the teeth. The taste of the noodles was bland but they used a lot of oil. It was even harder to eat after cooling down, but the taste was the same as that made by that person.

"How delicious, I'm not bragging, I'm more talented in cooking than in mechs." The man's words rang in his ears, and He Yanxiao, who was immersed in memories, smiled.

He Yanxiao ate up the noodles all night, he looked at the empty bowl with a serious expression, even a bit sullen.

Can two people cook the same bowl of noodles without any difference in taste?

If not a coincidence, what does this represent?

Is he back again?

Or did Mo Ningyuan deliberately design all this and disguise herself as that person?

He Yanxiao's mind was full of these questions, and by the time he realized it, he was already standing at the door of Mo Ningyuan's room.