Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The emperor admired it in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and left lightly under the escort of everyone.

Seeing that the dust had settled on the imperial examination case, the trial officials gradually breathed a sigh of relief. After ordering Wu De to be taken into custody, Huo Shangshu gave Huo Yao a hard look, and walked out of the yamen with his colleagues.

Li Xiao froze on the spot like a chicken, and under the glaring gaze of all the Jin Yiwei, he followed them out of the door in a daze.

For a while, there were only a few officials and teenagers from Jinyiwei of the Imperial College left inside and outside the hall.

Pang Ying looked at Li Xiao's back and snorted coldly: "Your Majesty really favors the Li family. He used the imperial examination to eradicate dissidents, and even wanted to drag the prince into the water. Wouldn't it be a crime to exterminate the family if he changed someone else? But what about the Li family? After the Qing Dynasty, he was just dismissed from his post and stayed at home, thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors, this disposal is too cheap for him..."

Pang Ying was still chattering, but Qiao Yue ignored it a long time ago. He fixedly looked at He Zhiyang who was standing in the outfield through the crowd.

In fact, in today's class, the direction of things was in his expectation, and everyone's reaction was exactly as he expected.

He has already arranged interlocking evidence, and he has long been accustomed to facing slander and conspiracy alone.

No worry, no fear, no joy, no anger, just cold enough to get rid of the people who have to be dealt with, nothing more.

But He Zhiyang stood up in front of everyone and defended him, a disadvantaged Jin Yiwei.

Like a scorching spring light, piercing through prejudice and gloom, shining on the tip of his heart.

This was his only surprise.

It made him mess up, and it also made him happy.

When he appeared, Qiao Yue finally began to truly feel the joy, anger and involvement.

The warm wind blows in, blowing the chest cavity bulging and burning.

The footsteps became brisk under the blowing of the spring breeze, Qiao Yue wanted to pass the crowd regardless, break through the confinement, and uncover all the unresolved suspense in the next moment.

He took a step forward, as if he forgot where he was, and ran towards the figure.

Before Qiao Yue arrived in front of He Zhiyang, Yu Chacha and the others had already swarmed up, hugging He Zhiyang's neck and patting their shoulders so affectionately.

"Ahhh, good brother!!"

Jin Yiwei was very excited, with so much gratitude in his heart, his throat was choked up, but he couldn't say it.

Yu Chacha patted He Zhiyang's shoulder, his eyes were slightly red.

The Jinyiwei guards beside him also sighed.

Although they played and frolicked with the people from Guozijian these few days, they never had a heart-to-heart relationship.

In their minds, the Imperial Academy is full of scholars who are good at protecting themselves and have unpredictable thoughts. The Imperial Academy and Jinyiwei are not only separated by a courtyard wall, but also separated by an insurmountable chasm.

But it is the scholars of the Imperial College who are good at protecting themselves, regardless of the obstruction of their teachers and father and brother, and speak out for them when everyone is silent.

Some indestructible corners of my heart are quietly disintegrating under this spring.

"I don't care what they say, brothers, I recognize you guys!" Yu Chacha said: "In the future, if there is anything to say, it's just my own people, so don't be polite, am I right, Pang Ying?"

Pang Ying, who was suddenly called by name, smiled and said, "I mean the same thing."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, before unconsciously looking at Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue had already walked in front of He Zhiyang, the two of them no longer looked at each other across the crowd, and he, who was thinking of him, stood within reach of him.

But it takes impulsiveness to hold him in his arms.

Just now, wanting to run to hug him tightly, this desire is stronger than all thoughts.

But now being watched by everyone with smiles, He Zhiyang also looked at him calmly.

It seemed that nothing happened, all impulses were forced to disappear, it seemed that they were Qiao Yue and He Zhiyang again.

There is nothing to do with each other, and there is no reason to hug each other tightly.

Qiao Yue clenched his fist and fixed it in place.

A pair of calm, sharp, unfathomable eyes are still staring at He Zhiyang.

He didn't blink, as if if he didn't look closely, He Zhiyang would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

But Qiao Yue just looked at it like this, and didn't lean close to pat his shoulders and wrap his neck like Yu Chacha.

There is an uncontrollable feeling growing in my heart. At this time, no matter how logical the greeting and intimacy are, it makes people feel embarrassed.

Even in front of everyone, Qiao Yue didn't dare to act as if nothing had happened.

The few people finished talking about their friendship and discussed that after the exams were over in more than ten days, they would go to the garden to drink and call the singer to celebrate.

Since they had just participated in the trial today, everyone was extremely tired, so they said hello, chatted a few words, and then prepared to go home.

Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. He Zhiyang's words and deeds today, his smiles and noises, were all lingering and entangled like smells until they were deeply imprinted in his heart.

I want to stay with him more, for a day or for a while.

Qiao Yue caught up with He Zhiyang's footsteps, and followed after a short distance.

Walking out of the yamen of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the air is much fresher.

Several teenagers from the Imperial College were leaning against the door, whispering.

"Our Guozijian is really interesting, rushing to intercede for Jin Yiwei? How spineless."

"Several villains have turned out to be ungrateful and ungrateful! In the Imperial College, my heart has already gone to the next door..."

"It's better to blame He Zhiyang, he is the first one to stand up! Without him, how could Xu Yiqing come forward?"

"I heard that he is very popular in their hall, and others call him Brother Yang... I heard that he won the next door in Cuju, and I really won the breath for our Imperial College. I never thought that he would go to work with Jinyiwei now... "

"I want to curry favor with Jin Yiwei!" Someone sneered, "What a loser to the Imperial College!"

Qiao Yue was behind He Zhiyang, and when he heard it and wanted to stop him, He Zhiyang had already listened.

The figure of the young man paused obviously, looking from afar, he felt unspeakably lonely.

Qiao Yue coldly glanced at those who spoke.

These lifeless things, when he has free time, he must take good care of them.

Those young men felt the wind around them become cold, and when they looked up, they happened to see Qiao Yue's eyes as cold as a pool of cold.

Several people were so frightened that they immediately fell silent.

I thought it was going to be bad luck, but Qiao Yue just hurried past, obviously he had something on his mind to do.

Qiao Yue didn't care about them, he only had eyes on the young man diagonally ahead.

In March in Yangchun, the cherry blossoms on both sides of the road rustled in the spring breeze, the dense canopy covered the sky, and there were sparse shadows on the ground.

This alley is so long that the two of them seem to have gone through a long life.

Walking through the verdant trees and the gates of thousands of houses, Qiao Yue followed behind He Zhiyang, never wanting to miss anything.

He Zhiyang walked home alone, saying don't get angry, there are stupid things everywhere, don't pay attention to them.

He tried his best not to mind, but he still couldn't help feeling aggrieved when he heard his classmates talking like this.

But this should also be expected, Qiao Yue is Jin Yiwei, and he stands in the same camp as him in public. In the eyes of many people, isn't that the ironclad evidence of betrayal of the Imperial College.

Apart from finding it ridiculous, He Zhiyang couldn't help feeling sorry for Qiao Yue.

Just stand up and say a fair word for him, and you will be pointed out by others...

No wonder he is always alienated and indifferent, domineering, and has never been approached by anyone, so how can he know how to make friends with others...

How difficult his situation must be...

He Zhiyang was in a low mood, as if the lights were dim after a grand banquet, and he was alone, inevitably lonely.

Thinking about something on his mind, he turned his head casually.

Unexpectedly, through the falling cherry blossoms, he bumped into a pair of smiling handsome black eyes.

Qiao Yue stared at him deeply, those eyes that hesitated to speak, were only a few feet away from him, and seemed to have crossed all the mountains and roads.

He Zhiyang's mouth was dry immediately: "Qiao Yue? Why are you here?"

Without any hesitation, Qiao Yue firmly and quickly hugged him tightly in his arms.

Gradually exert force on the hand, as if trying to carve a person into the bone: "Little fool, you walk forward without knowing how to look back, how do you know that I am always behind you?"