"What's wrong?"
Jing Wei trotted over, looked at Yang Wuhui and asked with concern.
Yang Wuhui was a little surprised when he saw it was Jing Wei.
"When did you come back?"
Jing Wei replied: "I came back early in the morning and saw that you were still sleeping, so I didn't disturb you!"
Yang Wuhui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and started to get up and wash up.
He didn't know why he had such a dream. He had only met Mrs. Zhao once, so logically he shouldn't remember her so clearly.
Even though Yang Wuhui was a forensic doctor in his previous life, he became a disciple of Bao Gong in this life and saw many dead people.
But this dream was so real and seemed to be telling something, which was still hard for Yang Wuhui to figure out.
Could it be that Mrs. Zhao wants to tell herself something through her dreams?
But to be honest, if Yang Wuhui returned to that dream again, he would still feel palpitations.
Jing Wei looked on and didn't dare to ask.
Although Yang Wuhui was okay with him, he also understood that although Yang Wuhui smiled at everyone, it was not that simple to truly become his friend.
However, compared to the previous two years, Jing Wei still felt that Yang Wuhui was very different.
Yang Wuhui wrung out his facekerchief and asked, "By the way, when are you leaving? I'll see you off then!"
Jing Wei was a little surprised, then a smile appeared on his face.
"Leave the day after tomorrow!"
After hearing this, Yang Wuhui said: "Although the journey from Luzhou to Bianjing is not particularly far, it may not be a peaceful journey!"
Jing Wei's face was a little stunned, and then he said mysteriously: "You mean you will meet a young woman when you stay in the temple overnight, and then a vixen or a ghost will come to seduce me?"
Yang Wuhui said helplessly: "Read less erotic novels, and don't bring these books with you to Beijing this time. If someone finds out, they will say you are degrading and not like a scholar. What if you are in high school and others know you are I have been reading this kind of book, and I am afraid that the officials in the DPRK will use it to make an article."
Jing Wei nodded to express his understanding.
But he still couldn't help but ask: "So everything written in erotic novels is false?"
Yang Wuhui thought for a while and answered: "It's not entirely false. When Bao Gong was alive, he once beheaded a consort named Chen Shimei. This is true. If you can really go to high school here, maybe there will be The minister of the court has betrothed his daughter to you."
After hearing this, Jing Wei smiled and said: "It would be a good thing if I really have such a blessing. After all, I don't have a fiancée in Luzhou. If the daughter of a high official in the court really falls in love with me, I won't be afraid of dying under those three guillotines." Down."
Then Jing Wei sighed again: "It's a pity to have those three guillotines. After Bao Gong passed away, the three guillotines were sent to Gong Bao's mausoleum as funerary objects."
Yang Wuhui chuckled and said, "You are overthinking it. The three guillotines were not buried with Mr. Bao as a burial object. They were taken back by the royal family."
Jing Wei was stunned and said something.
"How did you know?"
Yang Wuhui smiled bitterly, and then explained: "You can guess it!"
As a disciple of Gong Bao, he naturally knew what happened.
When my mentor was seriously ill in his later years, the late emperor secretly visited him.
The two of them talked alone for a quarter of an hour. Before the late emperor left, his mentor asked Yang Wuhui to return the three guillotines to the late emperor.
When the late emperor left, he took three guillotines with him.
But after my mentor passed away, I didn't expect that only one year later, the fourth emperor of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Renzong, would also leave.
Whether in later generations or now, the people have a high opinion of Emperor Renzong, and he can indeed be regarded as a very talented and good emperor.
When Yang Wuhui recalled those moments in the past, there was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth.
It seems that my current self and soul have completely merged with this body.
At this moment, the concierge came to report again.
"Senior Yang, there is a woman named Xiang Jun coming to see you outside the college gate!"
Yang Wuhui had a look of disbelief on his face, while Jing Wei bit his finger with a look of disbelief on his face.
Madam Xiangjun, every man in Luzhou City knows her.
Although she had only been recruited by Hongxiu for less than a month, she was so beautiful that she pushed out the original oiran and became the new oiran, and even became the number one oiran in Luzhou.
Many rich and talented people in Luzhou hope to catch a glimpse of her beauty and even become her guests.
In the end, I didn't expect that Yang Wuhui would pick this delicate flower!
Yang Wuhui naturally couldn't let Lou Xiangjun block the entrance of the academy. Although he was not afraid of rumors, he also knew that people's words could be feared.
And from beginning to end, he felt that Lou Xiangjun was not simple.
His predecessor was drunk and dreaming, and didn't think so much. Yang Wuhui was not a macho man whose predecessor only knew how to think with his lower body.
He quickly headed to the entrance of the academy, but before he could walk out of the academy, he was stopped by Jing Dongming.
Yang Wuhui quickly saluted: "Dean Jing!"
Jing Wei, who was behind, also hurriedly saluted and shouted: "Dean Jing!"
Jing Dongming glanced at Jing Wei, and then focused on Yang Wuhui.
"Are you planning to meet that brothel girl?"
Yang Wuhui nodded and did not deny it.
Jing Dongming said with a bit of resentment: "Wugui, you have a great future, which cannot be ruined in the hands of this woman. I will handle this matter. I will drive her away and warn her." , if you come to the academy again, then don’t blame me for being rude."
Yang Wuhui shook his head: "Dean Jing, I know Mrs. Xiangjun, she is not an ordinary brothel girl, please trust me dean Jing about this matter, I will definitely handle it properly!"
Seeing how stubborn Yang Wuhui was, Jing Dongming had no choice but to agree in the end.
But he did not understand what Yang Wuhui meant when he said that she was not an ordinary brothel girl. He felt that she was indeed extraordinary. From ancient times to the present, no brothel girl would dare to block the door of the academy.
This is simply shameless!
Yang Wuhui ran towards the entrance of the academy. Jing Wei also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Jing Dongming.
"Jing Wei, what are you going to do?"
Jing Wei saluted and said: "Dean, the student wants to go and have a look. Maybe I can help Wuhui!"
After Jing Dongming heard this, he glared and said, "Go back to the study room. I don't know what kind of tricks you have in your heart!"
Jing Wei looked annoyed, he really just wanted to take a look.
He also wanted to know what the number one courtesan in Luzhou looked like?
After all, people are curious.
When Yang Wuhui arrived at the entrance of the academy, many students had gathered on both sides of the entrance.
Lou Xiangjun was dressed in red, looking into the distance, his face was so exquisite that it was beyond words.
The breeze blew by, and I gently smoothed my hair with my hands, which made many students' hearts melt.
How could such a lovely person fall in love with Yang Wuhui?
When Yang Wuhui saw this scene, two words came to his mind inexplicably, green tea, or very high-level green tea. It seemed that this woman was extremely difficult to deal with!
At this time, I don't know who shouted.
Everyone's eyes moved from Lou Xiangjun to Yang Wuhui.
Then I compared it with myself and found that Yang Wuhui was taller and had a better-looking appearance!
And what about the connotation?
And what about talent?
Only then did they realize that in terms of these things, they were far inferior to Yang Wuhui.
For a moment, sadness came from my heart!
