Han Zeyu was quite amused when he heard this. His husband was too lazy to even pretend now.

I thought this person would make some achievements as a "hypocrite", or at least become an "Onmyoji".

Who would have thought that he changed track midway and became successful in the field of arguing with others, breaking down the defense of a self-righteous Confucian with no sense of boundaries.

Tiezhu was so anxious that he kept spinning around. Why was his master laughing so happily? Did he not care about the young master anymore?

The big fool made him dizzy from spinning around, so Han Zeyu decisively kicked the iron pillar far away.

"What are you wandering around for? This is handled very well!"

Tiezhu clutched his severely injured thigh and, standing at 5'7 or 5'8", limped over to his master. He said aggrievedly, "Young Master was originally poised to win the argument with the tactless scholar, but then two troublemakers showed up midway. They were Bai Jinyan and Zhou Ming. They sided with Young Master and joined him in criticizing that clueless scholar."

This time Han Zeyu was a little interested. The hypocrite and the gigolo, these two people were showing their affection for no reason, they were either traitors or thieves!

"Isn't there a guy named Qin Ye? Didn't he help speak up?"

Tiezhu clapped his hands and told them to stop mentioning him.

"Qin Ye wasn't there at the time. He'd taken a two-week leave and was said to be back tomorrow. Bai Jinyan suggested hosting a welcome party for Qin Ye and inviting the young master to join them for a drink."

Han Zeyu understood. So, they were waiting for him here! He thought that the place for this "drinking" should still be in the brothel.

Tiezhu nodded quickly. Yes, yes, that's what he thought too. These people just loved visiting brothels and wanted to drag his young master down with them. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

Han Zeyu agreed with this point, especially the hypocrite surnamed Bai, who was the most suspicious.

But why? There must be a reason for targeting someone, right?

After dinner, Han Zeyu expressed his doubts.

Su Shien couldn't answer this question, and he was quite puzzled. Before entering Luoqi Academy, he and Bai Jinyan and the other two had never met each other before.

He has only been in school for more than two months. Where does the deep hatred come from that requires you to drag him into the group?

If there is a situation where three players are missing one in a mahjong game, that is somewhat possible.

"Tell me more about Bai Jinyan and the others, and I'll analyze it for you."

Su Shien knew about the same thing as Tiezhu, and the only additional information he could provide was about their performance in the academy.

"Bai Jinyan and Qin Ye were both scholars who passed the exam last year, and their rankings were outside the top 200. Zhou Ming was a scholar from the previous year, and he is also the oldest among them."

"Are they all in the same class with you?"

"No, the academy's class division system is based on academic performance, not freshmen or seniors. Among the three of us, only Bai Jinyan and I are in the same class."

Han Zeyu, hands behind his back, spoke with a stern air, "We have too little intelligence. Comrade Su Shien, have you ever truly reflected on whether you haven't worked hard enough? After more than two months on campus, you haven't been able to fully understand your classmates' background. The organization is very disappointed in your performance!"

Su Shien wondered when he joined the organization?

Could it be that the organization her husband was talking about was the "Sleeping Cult"?

When the leader of the "Sleeping Cult" asks him questions, he must answer carefully with a correct attitude, otherwise if the leader gets angry, he will not be able to sleep.

"It was my negligence that I failed to obtain more useful information. I hope the commander will clearly tell me how I should respond next."

Han Zeyu perked up. This was just role-playing! His man was quite interesting.

Unfortunately, he found that there was a lack of props, not even a small whip, which seriously affected his performance. However, the strong never complain about the environment.

Commander Han gave the order and asked everyone to move to the bed to talk, as he had no inspiration on the ground.

All right, who told him to ask for help?

When you are not ashamed to ask questions, you have to be humble. A real man is upright and can bend and stretch.

After carrying her husband back to the bed, Su Shien took off her shoes and lay down on it. She thought that Commander Han needed someone to serve him.

As soon as Han Zeyu returned to his territory, his inspiration must have been flowing, and he would immediately come up with a brilliant plan.

Su Shien's curiosity was piqued. What kind of strategy could make Commander Han so excited?

Han Zeyu quickly lay back on the couch, striking a charming pose. Her eyes drifted, and she stretched out her hand, fingers together, palms facing upwards. She parted her lips and said, "A thousand different poses, unlocking a vast amount of knowledge. Paid consultation. Small business. No credit."

Why is their married life always so colorful?

Su Shien sighed and undressed helplessly. He said that using beauty to please men is not a long-term solution after all.

At midnight, Commander Han fell asleep contentedly.

Su Shien, who paid off his debt with his body, finally got the brilliant plan.

He looked at the ceiling of the tent helplessly, then looked down at the little rascal sleeping soundly in his arms. He really wanted to wake him up and ask him to refund the tuition.

This guy turned against me before he even put on his pants.

What a good way to get involved in the game, what a good way to conduct a sting operation. In order to seek the so-called truth, she even gave up her husband.

For the first time, Su Shien doubted Han Zeyu's words. It was really like what he said, that she had been searching for him for generations, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, overcoming countless difficulties and dangers, and going through countless hardships before finally coming to his side.

Why does Su Shien feel that she will never be able to escape his clutches in this life?

He was resentfully drafting a story in his mind, planning to write a story about a woman chasing her husband to the crematorium. He was also full of ideas and inspiration.

He gave someone a loud kiss, which was his inspiration.

Han Zeyu was half asleep, and instinctively hugged her husband's neck, pouting and kissing him back, hoping that someone would kiss her back out of revenge.

Su Shien didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stuffed his two white arms back into the quilt, wrapped him tightly, hugged him, and sealed him physically.

We can't let him make trouble again. This man is extremely energetic, and my mortal body can't withstand the repeated stimulation of Han Daxian.

On the second day, Tiezhu sent his young master to the academy with a heavy heart. The master did not give any specific instructions. Did he really want to watch his young master fall into the tiger's mouth?

No, he must be prepared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, defend the young master's innocence at all times, and resolutely not let this big green hat be put on the master's head.

Han Zeyu slept until noon, washed up leisurely, and went next door to check on the progress of the cotton doll making.

I strolled to the store and had a two-in-one brunch.

Finally, he carried a small stool and a wooden bucket to the river to fish. During this time, he did not forget to study his winning magic weapon, "Article 460 of the Criminal Law."

He flipped through the book in his hand and pulled the fishing rod from time to time. The retirement life that he had dreamed of, thought about day and night, and felt was out of reach before he traveled through time finally came true when he was eighteen years old.

Life is unpredictable, and the big intestine is wrapped in the small intestine; things in the world are unpredictable, and spices should be added when stewing fish.

Oh, what a beautiful poem! What a beautiful writing! I feel like I’m hungry again…