"Why doesn't Tzuyu come out?"

A burly man who took off his Confucian shirt and changed into a green suit turned to look at the empty stairs in the inn and frowned.

He led an energetic dragon colt out of the dewy stable.

Behind Gu Yiwu, eighteen students were ready to go, holding the blood-red dragon pony that was snorting.

Everyone has been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao Xiao must have overslept. He told us to go to bed early last night, but he didn't."

"Shh! Stop talking. I see, Mr. Zhao Xiao is clearly..."

"Just what?"

"...I just can't get out of bed. Well, I'll probably have to hold on to the wall to get out later."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

All the students took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but glance at a certain room on the third floor.

I didn't expect the fighting to be so fierce at night... Hey, everyone downstairs is sleeping, isn't that bad?

Ahead, Gu Yiwu, who was waiting on the dragon colt, heard these few words and frowned even more. He was hesitant to get off his horse and go upstairs to visit Xia Tzuyu, but he was afraid of seeing the scene of his death.

He coughed heavily, and all the students behind him immediately shut up and looked at their noses and their minds.

Gu Yiwu tilted his head slightly and said: "Monkey, didn't I ask you to remind everyone this morning? Didn't you go to Ziyu's room and knock on the door?"

The skinny and short Confucian scholar known as the Monkey had a grimace on his face when he heard this, "I went there anyway, and I was the first to go. But before I even knocked on the door, Fairy Qian'er pushed the door open and came out and glared at me. Where am I?

If you dare to speak, I praised the little fairy for being more beautiful and then came back."

The atmosphere outside the inn was quiet for a while in the early morning.

At this time, a tall and thin student broke the silence and sighed:

"After the meeting last night, I saw Mr. Zhao Xiao going out in a vigorous mood. I felt something was wrong. I wanted to give a subtle reminder that these two phoenixes... ahem, maybe the three phoenixes are beautiful, but they are beautiful.

It’s so… so… so painful to the plow.”

Everyone was stunned, "Plow?"

"Ahem, aren't the cattle that plow the land used to plow?"

Everyone coughed and looked away, but they understood in seconds.

"There are only exhausted cows, how can there be no damaged fields?" The tall and lanky student shook his head and continued:

"But at that time, I thought that Mr. Zhao Xiao has done so much hard work for us. It's okay to relax occasionally. We are all men. We have too much fertile land at home. If we plow more, we can harvest more crops. What's the problem?

And Mr. Zhao Xiao should also know the appropriateness, but..."

He glanced at the still empty staircase in the inn and couldn't help but shook his head, "Now it seems that Mr. Zhao encountered hard stubble in the fertile field... the 'plow' is broken."

"..." Gu Yiwu and other students.

There is a picture.

They took a breath and looked at the tall and thin student who was frowning and sighing, and were very surprised. Why are you, the same student of Zhengyi Hall, so outstanding, and you speak like a mirror?

"Hey, I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to hold up his waist before he could help himself." Someone said regretfully.

"Hey, when you said that, I remembered that I seemed to hear some weird noises last night."

The eyes of everyone who were originally worried about the quality of Mr. Zhao Xiao's plow at this moment lit up, and their worries were suddenly thrown away, and they felt refreshed.

"Ahem, what's that ancient... weird sound?"

"Yes, tell me in detail, and we will give you some guidance..."

"…………"

"That's enough!" Gu Yiwu turned around and stared with big eyes.

His rugged and burly appearance looked very serious and majestic.

The students of Zhengyi Hall kept silent, lost all worldly desires, dispersed, and went to get feed for the horses.

"I have been thinking about plowing fields all day long. Let me see what your results are in this mid-month exam..."

Gu Yiwu glanced at them angrily, turned back, leaned forward, and prepared to dismount from his horse and take a look upstairs.

At this moment, a figure finally slowly walked down the empty staircase.

Gu Yiwu paused for a moment, and after seeing the person clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Tzuyu, is Plow okay?"

Zhao Rongzheng walked downstairs leisurely. When he heard this, he was immediately stunned, "Plow? What plow?"

"..." The smooth-talking Gu Yiwu cursed his students in his heart, but his face remained calm. He took a step forward with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said with concern: "Oh, I mean those two Li Di

Fairy Beauty, do you have any other things to deal with... Well, we should set off now as planned."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Of course, the plan remains unchanged and we set off for Hanjing."

At this time, he had already walked down the stairs leisurely, under the vague gaze of everyone.

I saw that Zhao Rong had a black band on his forehead, his hair was neatly tied up in a crown, he was dressed in a luxurious gown that was convenient for traveling, and he was carrying a folding fan in his hand.

At this time, he was folding his arms in half and doing a strange chest-expanding movement backwards. Everyone had seen him do this chest-expanding movement before. I don’t know what his habit was. At the same time, Zhao Rong walked over steadily, with a rosy complexion and seemed to be full of energy.

Excellent, no tendency to support the wall at all.

He looks like he has a great body.

A pretty and pretty petite girl with lively eyes and combed hair was following behind him step by step. She was none other than Fairy Qian'er.

Zhao Rong looked around at the people who were in a strange atmosphere, reached out and touched the face that Xiao Qian'er praised for being so handsome in the morning, frowned and said, "Everyone, there is something on my face?"

I just said that Ziyu is not the kind of person who cultivates the land without restraint... Gu Yiwu muttered, and at the same time turned his head and glanced at the students of Zhengyi Hall who were a little guilty of thieves, and then smiled honestly at Zhao Rong, "Tzuyu, don't pay attention to them all day long.

Just sort out what's there. Let's go, let's set off. By the way, where are the two Fairies Su and Fairy Luo?"

Zhao Rongyun nodded lightly without saying much, "Oh, what's behind."

In fact, he and Qian'er came down so late because they were waiting for Su Qingdai.

Gu Yiwu and the other students nodded one after another and turned around to prepare to set off. However, the next second, they saw a graceful figure appearing at the entrance of the stairs out of the corner of their eyes, which made them all startled.

They were turning their heads and looking intently.

In the field of vision, a stunning fairy in black dress who looked familiar but unfamiliar was slowly walking downstairs.

We are familiar with her because she is tall, fat and thin, with a slim waist and long legs. She also has a cool temperament. She wears a mysterious black dress with stars flowing through her body. At first glance, she looks like the familiar Su Xianzi, the proud daughter of Ziwei Pavilion.

She is strange because...she is wearing a black dress and is covered with a black veil, with an eye-catching purple moon embroidered on it. In addition...her posture is a bit strange.

Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall couldn't hold it back this time, and stared straight at Su Qingdai. She was limping, holding on to her thin waist with one hand and the carved wooden wall with the other, as she moved with difficulty.

Come downstairs.

This iceberg fairy, who was famous in Dali Shangshan Mountain, spent the night in someone's room. At this time, when she came downstairs, half of her pretty face was bloodless, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and before she took a few steps, she seemed to have...

It seemed like it touched a painful spot on her delicate body under the black skirt, causing her face to turn pale, her waist to stretch, and her body to lean forward.

It makes people feel pity and want to help the haggard beauty.

However, Su Qingdai's eyebrows frowned and she managed to stabilize her figure. Then she took a deep breath, which seemed to be suppressed by biting her silver teeth secretly. Then she tried her best to regain her strong look with slightly frowning eyebrows and continued to hold on to the wall.

Go downstairs...

Outside the inn, the whole place was silent.

Gu Yiwu and other students' eyes widened.

They looked at Su Qingdai carefully for a while. The latter was covered with a veil and could not see her specific expression. Even her little red ears, which might have been red, were covered. She was looking away from them.

Everyone then couldn't help but look away and looked at a certain culprit who was almost certain to be the culprit.

Zhao Rongzheng stood there as if nothing had happened, waiting for Zhao Qian'er to go to the stable to fetch the dragon colt. With a dull look on his face, he slightly raised his head to look at the morning glow on the horizon, raised his hands, and performed chest expansion exercises one by one.

Ah this... the corners of Gu Yiwu and others' mouths twitched.

Especially the tall and thin student who had mentioned the dialectical relationship between 'plough and field' before and had some categorical theorems, was even more dumbfounded when faced with the lively Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai who was holding on to the wall.

Although everyone is an adult Confucian scholar, they all know that the pain of some women's broken melons may make them a little uncomfortable, but Su Xianzi's performance is too exaggerated. This... this... this is probably more than just a melon being broken by Ziyu.

Let’s eat...

After everyone was shocked, they were surprised.

Ziyu actually plowed the land. What the hell kind of plow is this? Gu Yiwu touched the back of his head and looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, as if he got to know him again.

"Brother Yiwu, can you stop looking at me like this? It's early in the morning and I'm a little scared. Well, brother Yiwu is dressed very handsomely today."

"Oh, okay." The burly man looked even more rugged and muscular after not wearing a Confucian shirt. He nodded, looked away, hesitated for a moment but still didn't ask for advice, and then seemed to have remembered something.

, turned around and said in confusion: "Ziyu, where is Fairy Luo? Why is Fairy Su coming down alone?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the pretty and pale Su Qingdai who was approaching in the sunset. At this time, Xiao Qian'er had already led two dragon ponies over. He took the reins, turned on the horse, and said nothing for a while.
To be continued...