"It's really useless, don't you know how to pull out your hair? Just pull it out!"
"And that brother in white clothes, your pants are down!"
As Zhao Andi shouted, the neighborhood burst into laughter.
The young man in white was holding up his trousers with one hand, and grabbed someone's collar with the other and yelled: "Who is shameless! He took off his trousers while he was in a hurry, what a despicable act!"
"Don't howl. Is it okay for Black Tiger to rip out your heart? Is it okay to tease your vaginal feet?"
Zhao An doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.
Chu Xiaoxiao, who had just walked in with the fruit, had a look of disdain on his face, "Teacher, do you still act like a role model?"
"Master, I'm giving them instructions. Look, they are all bastards. It's boring."
"Hey, you feel comfortable, but the mess is left to others. Do you know that in the hearts of scholars, the weight of the North and South Holy Gates is very important."
Luo Xiaoxiao warned angrily with her hands on her hips.
Every student will advocate a school of thought. Even though there are so many students in the capital, there are many supporters of both the northern and southern schools.
So there will be another conflict.
"Some people are already talking outside. I hope you won't take action next time."
"None of my business."
Zhao An curled his lips.
Suddenly Luo Xiaoxiao stretched out her little hand and said arrogantly: "Compensate."
"What?" Zhao An was a little confused. She said, "Just because your story is history or fiction, and whether your poem is plagiarized or your own creation, there have been several fights in my restaurant. You, the culprit, should not Compensate?"
"Hey, good disciple, I am very poor as a teacher. I don't have money if I ask for it."
Zhao An is a thick-skinned person.
Luo Xiaoxiao raised her beautiful eyebrows, "Then write a poem for me!"
"No."
"I don't! You have obviously written a poem for Miss Qianyu, so I want it too!"
Luo Xiaoxiao actually stomped her feet and acted coquettishly. Zhao An couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't you just want me to praise you?"
If you want something that sounds good, don’t you just have it at your fingertips?
Zhao An pondered for a moment, and then he came up with a good sentence, and said leisurely: "There is a woman with lush cloud hair, bright eyebrows and white teeth, a luxuriant face, and the light from the scene..."
With just a few words, Luo Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned red and her brows were shy. She held her face in her hands and yelled: "My disciple, you are still a teacher. You are shameless. How can you talk about your disciple like that?"
"Don't like it? Then I'll tell others later."
Zhao An deliberately kept a straight face, Luo Xiaoxiao waved her pink fist, picked up a pen and paper and wrote down in a hurry.
This is Sima Xiangru's beauty gift, and it is impossible for her not to like it.
"Sir, you are very talented in literature."
A clear and elegant voice came, and at a glance it was Zhou Ying who had arrived.
Today she is wearing a blue-colored smokey skirt, which is full of curls, bright and graceful.
She made the invitation, and Zhao An also knew what she had planned, which was to let Luo Xiaoxiao go out first.
Luo Xiaoxiao picked up the pen and paper, looked Zhou Ying up and down, passed her by, and hummed heavily, her tail almost raised to the sky.
She doesn't like this Miss Zhou family.
Zhou Ying just smiled and was not angry at this. She sat in front of Zhao An, with a pink and white face that looked like a peach blossom.
She spoke elegantly: "The former listens to Mr.'s music as if he is hearing the sounds of nature. I wonder if my little lady will be lucky enough to listen to another piece of music today?"
"Miss Zhou, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly. We are all adults, so why bother with so many twists and turns."
Zhao An's attitude was not very friendly.
Zhou Ying stiffened slightly, then sighed, "Sir, you are a smart man, so you should know the purpose of the little lady's visit today."
"Girl, do you want me to help you defeat the Cui family?"
"No, the little girl knows that her husband has a close relationship with the Cui clan, so how can she be so powerless? She just asks her husband to sit quietly in the hall at the next cultural gathering and not to take action."
Zhou Ying's request was no surprise.
Zhao An has been living in Tianshui Yuan, and the relationship with the Cui family cannot be severed just because of her. She just pretended to hesitate. Zhou Ying immediately added: "Sir, if you need anything, just say it. I will do whatever I want, little girl."
"What if I want a girl to accompany you?"
Zhao An took the word shameless to the extreme.
Zhou Ying never thought of such a request, and immediately frowned, slightly ashamed and angry, "Could you be making fun of the little girl, sir?"
"How come, the beauty poem just now is also suitable for Miss Zhou. You are unique both in appearance and connotation. If the girl recommends herself as a pillow, don't say not to intervene. Even if you help the girl to deal with the Northern Saint Sect, it is not a bad idea."
"you!"
Zhou Ying stood up angrily, her pretty face twitching slightly.
Why was this person so underhanded and dared to ask her to recommend herself as a pillow? Her reputation in the south was no weaker than that of Xu Ruqing, and no one had ever made such an excessive request to her.
Zhao An still looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and said calmly: "Girl, what is the purpose of Nanfang coming to Beijing? You know better than me. The world is fair, and we must pay attention to fairness when doing transactions. If you ask for something, you must give something." , I’m not forcing you.”
Zhou Ying hesitated for a long time and finally sat down.
Because Zhao An was right, the Zhou family came to Beijing to suppress the Cui family, seize the resources of the Daxia School, and become the only holy sect.
This is what Chen Guogong promised, but he didn't expect that a shameless devil would intervene, otherwise why would she be so humble?
Zhao An took in her changing expressions and understood her little thoughts. He joked: "I'm not in a hurry. You can think about it slowly. In fact, I'm a pretty good character. Apart from being a bit lustful, I'm ordinary." I won’t go looking for flowers and willows.”
"Why do you have to tease me, sir? Apart from me, sir, just make conditions."
Zhou Ying clenched her pink fist, almost suppressing her anger and forcing herself to continue talking.
Zhao An chuckled secretly and continued to tease, "I admired the girl so much when I saw her yesterday. I want to see her all the time. Why don't you join the literary club? This will also facilitate daily communication between the two groups, and I can always see the girl's beauty. "
"So Easy?"
"yes."
Zhao An spread his hands, looking harmless.
Zhou Ying frowned, full of alertness.
Her intuition told her that the man in front of her was by no means as bohemian as he seemed on the surface, and that inviting her to join the literary club would not be a good thing for the Holy Sect of the North. What was his purpose?
It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure it out. Zhao An deliberately asked her to join the literary club to intensify the conflict between the two parties, preferably to the point of death.
Only in this way can a scandal break out and open the eyes of the world.
When necessary, he will act as a public opinion pusher behind the scenes to increase the exposure of the battle between the two holy sects.
As a sect, there is really no need for the Holy Sect to exist in the world. It is better to be extinct. It is enough to leave only some teachings to future generations.
"Okay, I promise. I will go to Tianshuiyuan later and take my disciples to join the literary society."
Zhou Ying lowered her eyes and finally made a decision. Anyway, joining the literary club was a good time to suppress the Cui family.
But she didn't notice the look on Zhao An's face as if his plot had succeeded.
