"Brother Benrong'er, let's get it together!"

Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Rounding up, shouldn't it be sixty lashes?" Who did you learn arithmetic from?

"..." Su Qingdai, who was whipped four times for no reason, said, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Round up, round up?" Xiao Qian'er tilted her head and looked down at her ten fingers, "Well..."

The next second she retracted her fingers and waved her little hand holding the whip, saying with great pride, "One hundred whips!"

Zhao Rong: “…………”

Su Qingdai who directly went from "five to one hundred": "Wow!!!"

You absolutely fucking did it on purpose!

The pretty girl who was riding a rouge horse with her hands on her hips blinked, and the next second, she was whipped with satisfaction...

If the calculation is good, the needle will not poke.

…

During the day, the sky is clear.

This autumn morning was also rarely hot.

A hundred miles away from Hanjing, by the official road outside an open-air wine shop, a large number of dragon colts were staying there, snoring from time to time.

There is an old horse not far away, grazing on the spot without being picky.

At this time, many people were taking a rest in the open-air wine shop.

But the atmosphere at the table was a bit strange at this time.

If you look carefully, everyone's eyes are focused on a certain wine table in the center.

Four people at the table.

A young Confucian scholar and a rich old man who looked like a rich man were sitting face to face.

A petite and pretty girl tilted her head and looked at this rich old man who looked kind and kind.

Next to him, a stunning woman in a black dress was holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding the hand of a young Confucian scholar with the other, staring intently at the wealthy old man.
Chapter completed!