Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

He Zhiyang stepped out of the Imperial College with his long legs, and walked out of the Imperial College without any hesitation.

Feng Jing followed them with a tragic expression, as if being escorted to the execution ground.

"I understand what it's like to be forced to go to Liangshan." Feng Jing wrapped his fat body in brocade fur distressedly: "Can I come back alive tomorrow morning?"

He Zhiyang pulled the corners of his lips lightly: "Follow me, I guarantee you can still see the sun tomorrow morning."

Feng Jing immediately put his arms around He Zhiyang's waist: "I'm relying on Brother Yang."

He Zhiyang shook the chicken skin all over his body, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Also, if you don't let go, I promise you won't even see the moon tonight."

Feng Jing immediately let go, keeping the safe distance that He Zhiyang set for him.

Looking at Feng Jing's appearance, Huo Yao almost laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

However, the complaints belonged to the complaints, and the three of them did not flinch in the slightest.

Not to mention that the number plate of the house is still in their hands, even if they don't have the hole cards in their hands, and the house is taken away temporarily, the young men in Dongcheng can't swallow this breath.

On the east side of the Guozijian, a plaque stands on the archway of the gate that has not yet been repaired, with the four characters of Jinyi Official School written on it, and the words Beizhen Fusi are engraved on the lower corner of the plaque.

There is a couplet on the left and right of the door leaf, on the left is "restraint and police", and on the right is "confidant of the imperial court".

The door plaque is introverted and simple, but even so, it still seems to have an invisible barrier of coldness, separating this place from the atmosphere of the Imperial College.

The Jinyi school building is unguarded and completely undefended, but everyone understands that once the plaque of Beizhen Fusi is hung up, it is enough to make people daunting.

The courtyard has not been tidied up yet, and there are brine books, ceremonial knives and instruments of torture for capture and torture placed horizontally, against the towering old trees, which makes the back of the neck feel chilly.

Without squinting, the three of them went straight into the Tengzihao dormitory, looking for the room number corresponding to the key in their hands.

He Zhiyang pushed open the door corresponding to the key, but couldn't help being startled. There was only a simple and elegant sandalwood bed with a screen in the room where four people should sleep.

He paced in the room unceremoniously, raising his eyelids and looking at the room that should belong to him.

There are longbows and several swords hanging on the wall, a drawer table, two square wooden chairs, and a simple sandalwood cabinet. There is nothing superfluous in the room.

He Zhiyang couldn't help snorting—this person's luggage is so simple that he can pack up and run away at any time, so he is quite self-aware.

He Xiaoye's several large cars are still parked at the gate of the Imperial College, but this house has been touched by some unknown man.

He Zhiyang twitched the corners of his lips in disdain, and put some carpets and potted small corals in the room, wouldn't it be good to put on such an indifferent appearance, repelling others from thousands of miles away.

The north wind blew in through the window, exuding a sense of chill and coldness, He Zhiyang tightly wrapped his clothes, his eyes fell on the quilt, and he directly lay down wrapped in his clothes without politeness.

In fact, He Zhiyang likes to be clean. He usually never goes to bed without taking off his coat. Today, for some reason, he wished he could wear boots and step on the sheets to relieve his anger.

She fell into a drowsy sleep, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a hasty knock on the door: "Brother Yang, come out."

He Zhiyang rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his upper body slightly, looked out of the already dark window and said, "I fell asleep just now, what's the matter?"

"..." Outside the door, Huo Yao's voice froze for two seconds: "You are lying on Qiao Yue's bed."

As the son of the commander of Jinyiwei, Qiao Yue grew up in Jinyiwei. He was ruthless and ran amok in prison. He and his father called him the "father and son double evil" in the capital. No court official wanted to hurt them.

Huo Yao was also speechless. He thought that He Zhiyang came to Jinyiwei just to put on a show, but he never thought that he would be so big-hearted that he climbed onto Qiao Yue's bed and fell asleep...

In the room, He Zhiyang also raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously he did not expect that his house was colliding with Qiao Yue.

In the starry night of the capital city, a string of hoofbeats unscrupulously broke the tranquility of the night ban.

The wind blows, the wind shakes the branches, but the figure on the horseback is as stable as a pine and cypress, and the black cloak sweeps across the arc under the moonlight.

When passing Jinyi Official School, the sound of horseshoes gradually slowed down, one of them listened for a moment, and said coldly: "There are people in the school building!"

Several people turned the horse's head slightly, and rode the horse into the school, and immediately noticed something different.

Under the clear light of the moon shadow, the leader slightly raised his eyebrows, and slowly approached the school building with candles on the handle of his knife.

At this time, the three people in the Tengzihao school building also heard the sound of horseshoes at the same time, Huo Yao said stiffly: "It seems that Jin Yiwei is here."

He Zhiyang frowned: "School in the middle of the night?"

No wonder everyone in the capital fears Yan Luo when mentioning Jinyiwei. Who can bear this kind of thing like lying down day and night?

Feng Jing immediately turned around and asked for help: "Brother Yang, what should we do?"

He Zhiyang waved his hand indifferently, lifted the quilt and got down on the ground: "I will."

The three of them walked out of the school building side by side, and couldn't help being startled.

Down the steps, thick clouds were like ink, and a dozen robust Jinyi guards sat on horseback, blocking the school gate layer by layer, with python-shaped cloud patterns cascading down from their shoulders, as menacing as a night Shura.

The leader is tall and tall, and in the night, he can only see a stern figure like a mountain.

The three of them are brave and ruthless people, they have never been afraid of fighting with others, watching this scene, they also held their breath for a moment.

The fire light swept across the eyebrows and eyes of the three of them, and one of them recognized their attire. He bowed his hands to the man on horseback and said, "Lord Qianhu seems to be a student from the school next door."

The man who was called Qianhu didn't respond, he just reached out to take the torch.

The moonlight was thin, and it was only at this moment that He Zhiyang could see the man's face clearly. His eyes were as cold as a knife, and his handsome and arrogant eyebrows were full of hostility under the dancing firelight. Even though he was still a young man, he already made people feel trembling and oppressive.

Jin Yiwei stepped on his horse's hooves under the moonlight, and the small courtyard was crumbling to the sound of the horse's hoofs.

They rode their horses and approached slowly, He Zhiyang's palms were sweating, he suddenly felt surrounded by wolves, his legs couldn't help but retreat, but suddenly remembered that the person on the other side hadn't said a word yet.

"Come to Jinyiwei to stay overnight?" Qiao Yue finally spoke, his sharp eyes locked firmly on several people, and his voice was like a cold wind: "Do you dare to sleep in peace?"

The people on horseback burst into laughter.

He Zhiyang calmed down amidst the laughter, and suddenly became angry. Jin Yiwei robbed their house, and dare to question him arrogantly?

"Have you seen this sign?" He Zhiyang raised his hand and showed it coldly: "This is the house of our Imperial College! Sleeping in your own school, why don't you dare to sleep peacefully?!"

He usually doesn't bother to argue with people at all, but tonight he faintly senses that the person opposite is very hostile, and he inevitably wants to take back his school building without bloodshed.

Pang Ying, who was beside Qiao Yue, was already impatient. He reined in his horse and said in a deep voice, "It's from the Imperial College next door? This school building already belongs to our Jinyi official school. If you are sensible, get out!"

With the horse's hooves stepping on the moonlight, Qiao Yue sat on the horse's back without saying a word, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking down at ants.

He Zhiyang gritted his teeth, and stood coldly on the spot, wishing he could throw that tall man over the horse's back with his bare hands.

He has always hated people who overwhelmed him. Tonight, this arrogant and domineering son of Jin Yiwei can only be described in four words: abhorrence and loathing.

Riding a horse in the middle of the night and coming to school in such a big way, isn't it just to show off?

Hehe, what a fucking incompetent.

"Misunderstanding, Qiao Qianhu, please forgive me." An apologetic smile broke the stalemate in the night, and one of Jin Yiwei hurriedly got off his horse,

He walked over to He Zhiyang and took a look, then said with a smile: "This is Ren Anbo's young master, his brother has dealt with you before, do you know about Qianhu?"