If someone really wants to do something evil, a small fish like Zawu probably won't be able to help him at all.
However, Li Luo only had a thought, and then he was relieved. Zhang Zeliu was neither serious nor serious, he only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. Zhang Rongzheng was an old fox. Li Luo could also imagine Zhang Rongzheng. Maybe he and Zawu would have fallen into the trap long ago when they entered the house.
It was in the eyes of the hidden stakes set up by Zhong Zaifu, but even if Zhang Rongzheng knew about it, he would definitely turn a blind eye and pretend that he didn't see it.
When we arrived in front of the study, the lights were on, figures were moving, and someone was saying: "It's almost done. You must be tired. Why don't you go to bed first and write tomorrow?"
Lazy and lazy, I heard Zhang Zeliu's voice.
Li Luo cast a questioning look at Zawu. Zawu covered his mouth and snickered, whispering: "It must be the madam who forced the young master to work hard."
Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Zeliu finished speaking, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar soft female voice, with an unmistakable sternness, yelling: "No, you are not allowed to sleep until you have copied it three times. You will not sleep until you finish writing."
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"Ah! When will I write it..."
"Who told you not to study hard during the day? Then make up for it at night. Don't make a mistake in a word. Write quickly!"
Overjoyed, Li Luo winked at Li Luo. Li Luo was quite emotional. Thinking about Zhang Zeliu's miserable situation, he remembered an old saying, if a young man doesn't work hard, he will be miserable. He was lazy at first, but now he has to pay back his capital and profits.
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There was silence in the study room for a while. It was probably Zhang Zeliu who was writing furiously, but it only lasted for less than a few breaths when he heard Zhang Zeliu cry out in pain: "Why is it so difficult to write? Are all the nerds who want to take merit exams crazy!"
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"What's so difficult to write? I think you're just lazy. There are only 1,700 words in this book, and I can recite it backwards."
"That's you, how could I do it..." Zhang Zeliu's voice became lower and lower, and finally he stopped speaking altogether. He was probably frightened back by Yang Liuyan's eyes.
"Why don't you go and have a rest first, and I will write it myself. I promise to copy it three times, and not miss a single word." Zhang Zeliu said confidently.
"Well, I'm going to bed so you can find someone to write it for you, right?"
Zhang Zeliu groaned and seemed to mutter a few words, which he couldn't hear clearly, but it was obvious that Yang Liuyan had revealed his inner plan.
"Liu Yan, it's so easy for you to get fetal gas," Zhang Zeliu advised cautiously.
"It's good to know. When will you finish writing, I will go to bed. If you can't finish writing, you won't be allowed to sleep, and neither will I." Yang Liuyan replied firmly.
At this moment, the expression on Zhang Zeliu's face must have been wonderful, and there was a smile on Li Luo's lips, which seemed to be filled with nostalgia and loss, with mixed feelings.
"When it comes to studying, Yu Ying and I are not good at it. Chengning can still add a few lines of elegant poems. When it comes to studying, the best one is the fourth child. Tsk tsk, if he takes the exam for merit, he will definitely win the top prize.
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"Really?" Yang Liuyan replied lightly.
"Yes," Zhang Zeliu managed to distract Yang Liuyan and quickly added, "The fourth child has returned to Zhuocheng. I originally wanted to go to his house to find him, but when I arrived at Hidden Dragon Alley, it was so crowded.
There are more people than at the temple fair, and they don’t even have a place to stay. They are all powerful officials from various departments, or they are princes and nobles. Hey, they are really majestic." Zhang Zeliu said with an expression of prosperity.
"He is him, you are you, and I don't ask you to be like him."
Li Luo paused for a moment, and a strange thought came to his mind. He is just him, and he will not be you after all. Why should he struggle to let go of the sadness of his past when he is guarding his own happiness? Could it be that his happiness is often just
In the eyes of others, they only regret it when they lose it.
Li Luo smiled casually, he still had to let go. No matter what, there was always someone waiting for him who believed in him.
Li Luo coughed lightly, Zawu nodded knowingly, and carefully raised his voice and called: "Young Master."
"Who!? Don't you know I'm busy?" After finishing speaking, Zhang Zeliu asked in a pretentious manner, "What's the matter?"
Li Luo shook his head while baring his teeth. He acted so poorly, maybe Yang Liuyan couldn't tell.
"Master, someone is looking for you."
"You're looking for something so late at night, why don't you sleep? Missing!" Then, Zhang Zeliu asked again, "Who is looking for me?"
Li Luo was helpless. He was really hopeless. Hearing Yang Liuyan snort coldly, Zhang Zeliu quickly changed the subject and said righteously: "I can't find anyone. I'll talk about it tomorrow."
Li Luolang laughed and said, "It's much harder to see you than to see me."
There was silence in the room, and the door suddenly opened wide. Zhang Zeliu rushed out and shouted overjoyed: "Fourth, it's you!"
"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Li Luo said with a smile.
Zhang Zeliu hugged Li Luo and burst into tears. Li Luo knew that Zhang Zeliu was only happy to see him half the time, and the remaining 99% was probably because he finally no longer had to copy books.
"Why didn't you tell me you were here?" Zhang Zeliu complained.
"I told you, I was afraid you wouldn't see me." Li Luo teased.
Zhang Zeliu glared at Zawu, who shrank his neck and hid behind Li Luo.
"When did you come?"
"About the time when you have to copy the book three times."
Zhang Zeliu blushed, smiled, and pulled Li Luo towards the study. As soon as he turned around, he saw Yang Liuyan standing in front of the door, wearing a thick velvet coat, looking at her quietly.
Looking at Li Luo in the yard, it seemed as if there was a blooming crabapple next to Yang Liuyan.
Li Luo's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "Ms. Yang is well."
Yangliuyan bowed and said softly: "Your Majesty, come in."
Zhang Zeliu carried Li Luo into the study, fearing that Li Luo would run away. After entering, he looked at Yang Liuyan and asked carefully: "Xuanlou is here, look..."
Yang Liuyan rolled her eyes at Zhang Zeliu, shook her head helplessly and said, "I won't write anymore."
Zhang Zeliu was happy and held Li Luo's hand tighter.
"Write it six times tomorrow."
Zhang Zeliu's smile froze on his face, and he sighed dejectedly: "Six times, six times."
Yang Liuyan suppressed a smile, but the corners of his mouth were raised slightly. Li Luo looked at Zhang Zeliu, then at Yang Liuyan, his eyes tracelessly passed over Yang Liuyan's still flat belly, and reached out to pat Zhang Zeliu's shoulder.
, smiled and said: "Congratulations, you came in a hurry, I didn't prepare a gift, I will make up for it tomorrow."
Zhang Zeliu was stunned and turned to look at Yang Liuyan. Yang Liuyan's pretty face glowed and she glared at Zhang Zeliu fiercely. Only then did Zhang Zeliu realize that he was a little embarrassed and quickly pulled Li Luo to sit down.
Just as Yang Liuyan was about to make tea, Zhang Zeliu snatched him away and did something he had never done before, still looking like the playboy he was back then.