In the early morning, Meng Xinghe came to the stable as scheduled. This time, he carefully took care of the remaining horses inside. Old Wei didn't know what he was doing. Since he handed over the stable to Meng Xinghe, he has never been seen again.
When he returned to his own room, Meng Xinghe was lucky. He always caught up with Aunt Yun eating breakfast. I don't know if it was his luck or Aunt Yun deliberately waiting for him every time. Meng Xinghe sat down and wolfed down the food as usual. Aunt Yun looked away. She glanced at him and didn't ask why he went out last night, because it was Meng Xinghe's private matter, and there was no need for Aunt Yun to be astringent. But if she knew that Meng Xinghe went to visit the brothel, she would probably kill him with a sword without waiting for Meng Xinghe to explain. Mengdie vents her anger.
Aunt Yun took care of all the cleaning up after the meal. With her on the way to Chang'an, Meng Xinghe saved a lot of trivial matters. After exercising for a while after the meal, Meng Xinghe ran into his room and started to review the textbooks seriously. He forgot about it. Calculating the time, there is still one month left for the scientific examination. There cannot be any mistakes this time. You must be in the top ten, so as not to return to Jiangdu in disgrace. Other people's ridicule is also a kind of harm.
In the textbook full of notes made by the master, Meng Xinghe saw a woman's meticulous skin and watertight attitude. These are knowledge that are usually difficult to obtain. For the master who has been studying for several years, it is absolutely straight to the point, and he will go straight to the imperial examination. Theme, with these precious books, Meng Xinghe was even more powerful in reviewing. He first read the "Book of Songs" again. Although Meng Xinghe could memorize all the poems in it now, after reading through Du Fuzi's notes, Meng Xinghe felt that the previous review was too hasty. He only memorized it and did not study it in depth. This made Meng Xinghe feel the pressure of the college examination. As expected, he was pressing harder and harder and had to give it a try.
Throughout the Tang Dynasty, thousands of candidates only selected the top ten to be admitted as Jinshi, and then the top three were selected for the gold medal list. In order to get good results in this exam with a very high elimination rate, apart from those who studied hard for ten years, Precipitation, as well as the overall grasp of the imperial examination, seven points of strength, three points of luck, if you do well in the exam, you can pass the high school. If you fail the exam, it is common to lose your reputation.
Sighing, Meng Xinghe also knew that the burden on him was not light, so he calmed down, carefully reviewed the textbooks, followed the master's notes, read through the books to be tested in the imperial examination, put down the books, and prepared to have a good rest. Suddenly, before he could close his eyes, there was a noise outside, as if many people had gathered and were discussing something.
In the Imperial Academy, it was common for talented people to fight over essays and poems. It was normal to make noises. Meng Xinghe ignored them and wanted to close his eyes to rest, but he didn't know that he heard the noisy sound coming from his own room.
Before Meng Xinghe could think about what happened, there was a noise in his room. Aunt Yun yelled at him in a soft voice outside: "Meng Xinghe, come out."
Could it be that something happened in the stable again? Meng Xinghe was shocked and immediately walked out of the room.
He followed Aunt Yun's complicated eyes and looked towards the door. A charming woman wearing a black tight-fitting women's dress, more American-styled, who could definitely arouse the desire in a man's heart, stood quietly by the door.
The moment he saw Meng Xinghe come out of the room, he was still the same person, his face had not changed at all, but his expression had become more stable, unlike the Mr. Hua Liu who had always been a bit arrogant when he saw him before.
"Why don't you invite me to sit down?" The woman smiled faintly, staring at Meng Xinghe's face like a vixen. When no one was paying attention, she blinked hard, as if she was flirting.
No wonder the group of nerds outside caused a commotion. Zhong Yusu's hot figure has fascinated thousands of men, and her narcissistic eyes that make people think they are secretly showing their affection to her. How can these stupid people not La Chi, I only have the teachings of Confucius and Mencius in my mind, and a serious student who would blush when he occasionally sees a woman coming in can bear it.
It's my fault, I haven't seen this female Bodhisattva for a few months, but she has become more and more beautiful. She even wears clothes so tastefully, low-cut, exposed ditch, lower skirt, bifurcated to her snow-white thighs, she is simply beyond the ordinary Those conservative ladies, this is a cheongsam designed by herself. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yusu dared to try on the clothes. Not much, her tall figure is bulging forward and backward, wearing this kind of high-waisted cheongsam that has been modified to be tighter. , indeed stunningly beautiful.
Meng Xinghe smiled a little ugly and said quickly: "Please come in, my boss Zhong, I didn't know it was the gust of wind that brought you here."
Zhong Yusu chuckled and sat naturally in Meng Xinghe's room. Aunt Yun didn't care much about Meng Xinghe's friends. She made a pot of tea for the two of them and went back to her room. Zhong Yusu saw the weird Aunt Yun and gave a look on her face. Helpless Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "You are a good friend,"
Meng Xinghe shrugged, his facial expression said no.
How could Zhong Yusu believe Meng Xinghe's words? She smiled weirdly and said: "The biggest problem with you is that the more you care about the person in your heart, when you talk about her, you want to hide something on your face, and you all live in the same room. , you are really quite romantic,"
"Both each other," Meng Xinghe glanced at Zhong Yusu's figure. They hadn't seen each other for a few months, but they had learned a lot. When they were in Taoyuan, they had glanced at her a few times, so the memory was still fresh.
In front of Meng Xinghe, Zhong Yusu didn't seem to want to block the exposed spring scenery. She took a sip of tea, sat sideways on a chair, and said leisurely: "Your house is nice, do you have any free rooms?"
Meng Xinghe suddenly jumped up and said: "Why, do you want to live here? The Imperial College does not accept female relatives. Even if it does, I will not agree. My temple is small and cannot accommodate a great Bodhisattva like you."
Zhong Yusu lives here, and if he makes a joke, he will definitely get into trouble, and someone may die. Meng Xinghe firmly opposes it.
"What about her?" Zhong Yusu looked at Aunt Yun's room. Women's intuition is very sensitive. Although Aunt Yun was dressed in men's clothing, she still recognized her as a woman and exposed Meng Xinghe's lies. Miss Yusu smiled and said: "My dear husband, I'm easy to take care of. I won't cause you any more trouble. Maybe I can help you relieve your fatigue at night," Miss Yu Su's eyes were like stars, blinking back and forth, releasing countless radio waves. Fortunately, Meng Meng Both Xinghe and she were called bitches and losers in Taoyuan, and they had long since given up on her behavior. They closed their eyes and listened indifferently, looking ruthless and determined.
"Don't give me such a pitiful look, I can't afford it," Meng Xinghe said coldly, causing the scholars outside the door who were still peeping at Zhong Yusu to cry out in lamentation, as if they were impulsively showing off their beauty.
"I haven't seen you for a few months, and I'm getting more and more stupid and boring," Zhong Yusu muttered dissatisfied, "Who cares about your ruined temple? I can't live in the palace of my good minister, and I came here to squeeze in with you under the same roof. You Bullying, I am a married woman after all, so I can’t afford to get hurt.”
Meng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhong Yusu had to live with him, what else could he do? We all had a good relationship with each other and he was embarrassed to drive her away. Now that he heard her hissing and sighing, Meng Xinghe thought of Zhong Yusu's rough life. Marriage said seriously: "By the way, why are you here in Chang'an? The teahouse in Jiangdu is closed, isn't it?"
Zhong Yusu drank tea, her eyes were wide open, her eyebrows were raised, and she said with a smile: "I miss you, can you believe it?"