Jiang Pengji continued, "Previously, Master Yuanjing wrote to me and asked for my opinion. He said that the highest-ranking students of the Golden Scale Academy have reached the age of graduation. If they continue to stay in the academy, they will only be wasting their best years. They might even become useless. It's better to let them graduate and go out to explore the world. I think it makes sense. However, graduation is a big event. We have to make it look good. I want to design clothes that are exclusive to the graduating students. The clothes and accessories must have a certain meaning to deepen the students' sense of identity and belonging to the Golden Scale Academy. Apart from that, I also want to make a graduation certificate as proof that they have graduated from the academy. "
Wei Ci was used to his lord's occasional ideas.
He had made graduation clothes and certificates in his previous life. Wei Ci was not surprised at all.
However …
Wei Ci said, "This matter has a heavy meaning. I think it's better for you to design it yourself."
Having been the leader of the Internet Water Army for so many years, Wei Ci's control of people's hearts was as pure as fire.
He knew that some casual actions could win people's hearts. The effect was no less than throwing money and being courteous to the wise.
He could draw the finished product, but it was best for Jiang Pengji to design it herself. The effect would be the best.
(: з) ∠) _
Anyway, the students of the Golden Scale Academy had been wearing the school uniform designed by his lord for more than ten years. The graduation clothes would also be designed by his lord. There was a beginning and an end. Wei Ci knew his lord's aesthetic standards. She would definitely make the students handsome, beautiful, and immortal.
"Zixiao is right. I can design it too."
Jiang Pengji thought of the clothes she had seen before and shook her head secretly.
They were too ugly!
Even if they were designed by the big shots, Jiang Pengji could touch her conscience and say that ugliness was an original sin.
She hoped that this batch of students would be handsome, beautiful, and immortal in the annals of history. She wanted future generations to see how good her aesthetic standards were.
# Being good or bad is temporary, but being handsome and beautiful is forever. (ω -) #
At that moment, Jiang Pengji's inspiration came.
The men's graduation clothes were mainly robes with a round collar. They did not choose the current popular style because the round collar with narrow sleeves would save more fabric. The female's graduation uniform was based on a high-waisted skirt. The sleeves were also chosen to be narrow, and there was an extra top on top. The tip of the skirt was painted with the patterns of mountains, rivers, cranes, and pines and bamboos. The Golden Scale Academy's iconic cloud patterns would definitely not be lacking. Of course, Jiang Pengji also added green willow patterns on the cuffs to symbolize the "Liu family." But in the center of the vest, there was a cartoonish round face of an iron-eating beast … Wait!!!
Wei Ci was stunned as he watched.
"Your Highness, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate …"
Jiang Pengji said, "What's wrong? In the future, this Iron-Eating Beast's face will become a new clan tattoo. "
To allow the students of the Golden Scale Academy to use the clan emblem that only the royal family could use, how glorious was that for the scholars of this era?
This would establish the unique position of the Golden Scale Academy, and at the same time, tie it firmly to the royal family.
Jiang Pengji never suffered any losses. She was scheming and her tricks were hard to guard against.
Wei Ci was speechless.
It was one thing to use this Iron-Eating Beast's face as the emblem of the royal family in his previous life, but he was doing it again in this life?
"The Iron-Eating Beast is a symbol of power. After all, it's a ferocious beast that followed Chiyou in his expeditions."
Jiang Pengji's words were pure lies. She took a fancy to the Iron-Eating Beast only because it looked too cute.
Wei Ci hesitated and said, "Then Your Highness, if you tattoo it on the clothes of the students …"
Someone spouted nonsense righteously and sternly, "It means that the scholars who graduate will be loyal to the emperor and the country. They will follow Chiyou like a ferocious beast and will be the pillar of the country. In addition, on this day, they are allowed to wear clothes with the royal family emblem, which further symbolizes that they are the disciples of the Emperor. "
Wei Ci was speechless.
I almost believed your words.
He realized that even though he had been reborn, his ability to lie through his teeth was still inferior to his lord's.
Under Jiang Pengji's strong arguments, she retained her opinion, but the accessories such as hair accessories and waist accessories were made by Wei Ci.
He was really worried that his lord would make other messy things.
Lu Zheng and his daughter smiled and did not say anything.
On the way to Wanzhou, Lu Zheng picked up his wife and son along the way.
Wait …
"Haven't you been single until now?"
When did he stop being single?
Because the two lives were different, Wei Ci could not guarantee that Lu Zheng's family had not been destroyed by the butterfly's wings.
These days, Lu Zheng had been alone, and there was no mistress in the manor. Wei Ci thought that Lu Zheng was still a single middle-aged man.
Lu Zheng said coldly, "Getting married and having children is an important matter related to the continuation of the family line. Apart from you, who else in the world is still single at this age?"
Wei Ci was speechless.
He took an arrow to the knee _ (: з) ∠) _
Lu Zheng quickly added insult to injury and sneered, "Oh, my lord too."
She did not give him a single young lord. There was no young lord at all. It was better to bury this couple.
Jiang Pengji, who had been urged to get married all these years, continued to be indifferent. Wei Ci also pretended to be deaf and mute.
Lu Zheng successfully picked up his wife and son.
The couple had been separated for a long time. At this time, they had endless things to talk about. They directly left their annoying son to Kang Xintong to take care of.
Because the journey to Wanzhou was too far, they would have to spend the New Year's Eve on the way.
As the New Year was approaching, the teachers in the academy were not as strict with the students' education as usual. The students in the lower grades continued to review the old and learn new things, while the students in the upper grades focused on self-study and discussion. Feng Yi always came to the classroom early. His diligence made the other students in the elite class sigh in admiration.
Feng Yi was so hardworking because he felt that he could not keep up with his classmates since he had been suspended from school with the army for two years. He needed to work harder. The other students did not want to be overshadowed by Feng Yi, so they put in more effort. For a while, the atmosphere of studiousness was set off in the class, which made the teachers feel gratified.
Feng Yi's behavior made the unlucky Sun Lan suffer.
The Golden Scale Academy required ordinary students to stay in the dormitory. They could only see their parents once a month in the reception pavilion and return home once every six months.
The student dormitory was in the Golden Scale Academy. The boys lived in the south of the academy, while the girls lived in the north. They were not allowed to approach the dormitory of the opposite sex without permission. Ordinary students had the advantage of being close to their dormitory when they went to class, but special day students like Feng Yi had to wake up earlier because they lived outside the school.
Feng Yi was always able to arrive an hour before the start of the morning reading period. One could imagine how early he got up.
Sun Lan had also been suspended from school with the army. He would be compared to Feng Yi in all aspects. He could only laugh bitterly and risk his life to accompany Feng Yi.
"It's such a cold day … Can't you just laze in bed for a while?"
When Sun Lan arrived at the classroom, Feng Yi's table was lit by a candle.
The area outside the candle was pitch-black. The cold wind was blowing and whistling outside the window. Feng Yi was not afraid of ghosts.
Feng Yi sat up straight. "The morning is the best time of the day."
He heard Sun Lan's footsteps approaching. Along with the rustling of clothes, he sat down on the mat beside him.
"It's too early …"
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