When Emperor Sheng An heard that An Xin had formed a Cuju team that included several girls, his jaw almost dropped.

"Fuxiang, what do you think she is thinking? Is she going to use her beauty to make the other team soft-hearted? And then help them kick the ball into their own goal?"

Eunuch Xiang's old eyes were filled with something hard to express, which he didn't want Emperor Sheng'an to see. He felt that his own emperor had become more and more humorous after Feng An Jijiu was appointed as an official.

But he didn't dare tell the truth.

"I don't know, maybe the Lord Jijiu has his own ideas."

Emperor Sheng An was reviewing the memorials and chatting intermittently: "Do you think I should remind her, so that I won't be in trouble if the whip is taken back after I lose the game."

Eunuch Xiang pouted in anger. How could he know this? The emperor could talk freely, but he could not answer freely.

But he couldn't not answer, so he said: "Your Majesty is wise, and I am stupid and can't answer.

I only know how to serve Your Majesty and serve Your Majesty well."

Emperor Sheng An raised his head and glanced at Eunuch Xiang, who had been with him for many years, and teased, "Old sly guy."

"Hehehe," Eunuch Xiang bowed for mercy, "I'll go get some tea for your majesty. I don't trust those little brats."

Emperor Sheng An shook his head as he watched the old eunuch slip away. As an emperor, there were not many people he could talk to.

Only this old guy who has been by his side for many years can chat with him.

As the year draws to a close, thick snowflakes fall from the sky.

It was the last day that An Xin was exercising with a group of losers and practicing Cuju. He originally thought that he would have a day off tomorrow.

Finally, I don't have to see these annoying little brats anymore, but I don't know how they know that I go hunting in the mountains outside the city every year.

The other people, led by the two troublemakers Feng Yuxiu and Shan Yongzhen, will follow him this year.

An Xin thought that she didn't plan to go this year.

But when she thought of the wild delicacies, she swallowed and didn't say it out loud.

An Xin thought that since she remained silent, he would treat it as if he had not agreed, so he prepared to find a good day to go secretly.

But with Shan Yongzhen, who was as cunning as his grandfather, An Xin's idea was obviously a bit unrealistic.

After she left, Shan Yongzhen leaned over to Feng Yuxiu's ear, and the two of them whispered to each other. Then the others heard their cunning laughter.

Si Wei stood beside them with a look of regret in his eyes. After his holiday, he still had to receive the shopkeepers and heads of his own shop and farm to settle accounts and reconcile accounts before the New Year, so he had no time to go hunting.

In addition, he and Yuchi and others had encountered danger while hunting in the past few years, and his mother would never agree to let him go hunting again.

Thinking back to the time when they were a group of ignorant idiots surrounded by wolves in the mountains, it was the teacher who saved them.

However, his mother and his father had a conflict again at that time, and his mother hurriedly took him back to his mother's home in Lu Ning, and only had time to send someone to deliver a generous thank-you gift.

Because he didn't have the chance to thank An Xin in person, Si Wei is now too embarrassed to mention what happened. He just keeps this kindness in his heart and hopes to repay his teacher An Xin one day.

*That day, An Xin got up early, dressed neatly, took a bow and arrow and a machete suitable for climbing the mountain, went to the backyard, led out the big black horse and went up.

The streets were basically empty on that cold morning. An Xin rode his horse slowly towards the city gate.

Thinking of the group of guys who were going to go hunting with her, An Xin grinned, "Hehehe."

Anyway, she pretended to be dead and didn't agree to it, so it doesn't count as breaking her promise.

However, when An Xin, who had just left the city, heard the sound of horse hooves trampling on the snow behind him, he looked back and almost fell off his horse.

She didn't want to lead a bunch of little idiots up the mountain, and when she saw the group of people behind Feng Yuxiu and Shan Yongzhen, An Xin wanted to say that she could go another day.

It seemed like these little bastards had guessed what she was thinking and blocked her way back.

Shan Yongzhen: "Hey, what a coincidence, teacher, you are also going to Shanchang to hunt?!"

An Xin wanted to roll her eyes, but she had to hold it back because she had to consider her image as a teacher.

“……”What a coincidence, what a coincidence you big-headed ghost.

"It's you. You ordered people to guard in front of my house." An Xin glanced at Feng Yuxiu, Shan Yongzhen, and a few unexpected people who were leading the group. "What are you doing here?!"

Feng Lingyun and Chen Runzhi's cheeks turned red and they lowered their heads in embarrassment. An Xin held his forehead with his hand.

Don’t ask, if you ask, she just has a headache.

Only the thick-skinned Gongsun Lanyue smiled playfully, showing a fawning look, "We were afraid that you would be lonely going up the mountain alone, Sister An, so after we heard about it, we hurriedly followed you."

"Yeah, that's right." Feng Yuxiu and his group quickly echoed: "We too."

An Xin: "Haha" I don't believe you at all.

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What could An Xin do with no way to retreat? He had to lead a group of little ghosts to satisfy their curiosity about hunting.

A group of them passed by a village at the foot of the mountain and borrowed their horses from a farmer's house with a spacious yard.

Seeing the woman looking at them eagerly, An Xin took out a few taels of silver and asked her to feed the horse some grass.

The family happily agreed to take good care of their horses.

It was reasonable to leave the horse in someone else's home and give some compensation for taking care of it, so An Xin didn't take it to heart.

She leaned over and patted the long mane on her big black horse's neck to calm its desire to follow its owner up the mountain.

"Just wait here obediently. I'll come back after I kill some prey and cook some meat for you."

The big black horse has a donkey's face "..." Master, you are such a dog.

Don't you know that we horses are vegetarians?

The cold wind blew the snow off the trees.

Heavy snow covered the entire forest. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on. An Xin and his friends stepped carefully on the thick snow.

Shan Yongzhen brushed off the snow on his hat and asked curiously, "Teacher, I saw that family staring at our horse with wide eyes. Aren't you afraid that they will sell the horse after we leave?"

"We have so many horses. If we sell them, we'll get much more than those few taels of silver."

An Xin pulled out his machete, cut off a thorn bush that was blocking his way, and turned back: "Oh, this question reveals your naivety."

Everyone looked at her in confusion. The horses they rode today were all good horses, each worth at least one or two hundred taels.

If they were not mistaken, the big black horse that An Xin rode seemed to be a fine horse called Wuzhui, which was also the royal horse.

I don't know how she got such a horse.

Could An Xin tell them that this was the horse he had secretly taken from the old emperor and given to his son to pull the carriage?

An Xin would never tell anyone about such an embarrassing thing even if he died.

Everybody was still thinking of selling their horses, which should be worth a lot of money, and their teacher, the chief priest, was really not worried at all, as he saw the restless family doing this.