Han Zeyu hid in the tree canopy, lowered his head, and observed the team passing below through the gaps between the branches.
The high-spirited young man was riding on a tall horse. Judging from his upright posture, he must be a martial artist.
It’s just that the boy’s martial arts skills were not good enough, and he didn’t even notice that there was a living person standing above his head.
Judging from the scale and pomp of this trip, it must be the master who has the final say in the mansion.
Han Zeyu scratched his head. He couldn't understand the clothing, sedan chairs, and the ranks of officials and their wives.
It seems that he needs to study more, otherwise he will make a fool of himself when he comes to Beijing.
This trip yielded nothing, so we had to return home.
It seems that his bookshelf needs to be updated. Just reading criminal law can no longer satisfy his thirst for knowledge. Once a person sets out to make progress, nothing can stop him.
Good things should be kept within the family, so Han Zeyu went to the bookstore run by Lin Jing's uncle.
It has been five days since Mr. Erqi’s new book was released. The first round of rush buying and the second round of restocking have ended. Now you don’t have to worry about being outnumbered when you come to the store.
I have to sigh again at the huge flow of people and terrifying purchasing power in Beijing.
Although I didn’t see his masterpiece in the store, I did find traces of him in the picture book area.
The book of short stories written by him was an album of illustrations written and drawn by his husband himself to please him.
At that time, he wanted to be a nude model for his husband himself, but was rejected by that wooden stake who had no sense of romance.
Since I'm here, I might as well take a copy back as a souvenir. After all, it's their first cross-border collaboration.
Han Zeyu picked out seven or eight books, and the stack was quite thick.
He also bought two official inkstones and four brushes and took them to the door to pay.
The waiter enthusiastically packed the items and tied a cross knot to make it easier for the customer to carry.
Han Zeyu was about to pay the bill when someone got there first.
Lin Jing threw five taels of silver to the waiter and told him not to give the change.
She looked at Han Zeyu with a complicated expression, her eyes clearly questioning him: "Are you planning to leave the Bad Student Alliance and strive for success on your own?"
Unable to withstand the torture of his conscience and the condemnation of his good brother, Han Zeyu blurted out: "I bought it for my husband."
Lin Jing was skeptical, but looking at the thickness of the pile of books, it certainly didn't look like something that a poor student like them could finish.
Han Zeyu quickly changed the subject: "Are you really not planning on taking the Autumn Examination this year?"
This time it was Lin Jing who felt guilty and avoided looking around, talking about other things.
"Ah, well... I just got married, so if you were to say so, I should have a honeymoon, right? That's it for this year. Next time, next time, I'll definitely take the exam."
Han Zeyu curled his lips in disgust and said, "Your honeymoon period is really long."
"Baoer told you, right? I have to return tomorrow."
Lin Jingzhi nodded. He knew that his benefactor was going back to accompany him in the examination. Scholar Su had the ability and might even become a juren after the autumn examination.
When he thought that Lin Jing would also have a friend who was a juren, he felt quite proud. His vision was unmatched.
The next day, after packing his bags, Jin Baoer found a chance to stuff a few boxes into his carriage.
Han Zeyu didn't want to accept them at first. He knew Jin Baoer. Although the boxes were not big, they must be worth a lot.
Jin Baoer told him to keep it and ask him to take three letters to her brother when he passed by the provincial capital. She knew that Yuger was a fast walker, so she asked him to do it.
Han Zeyu agreed. He is the "SF Express" of the express delivery industry. Who can catch up with him?
After strict inspection at the city gate, Han Zeyu's carriage was allowed to pass.
This carriage cost him thirty-five taels of silver, of which five taels were for the custom-made carriage and the horse itself was worth thirty taels. This was a truly extraordinary and legitimate "BMW".
By the way, if it weren’t for the Yu family’s face, I wouldn’t be able to buy it for even thirty-five taels.
His family's original "BMW" was instantly downgraded to a "BYD".
Touching the horse's mane, Han Zeyu was filled with grief: "Do you know how valuable you are? Your value is ten times that of my son. When I bought him, he was just a stubborn little donkey that couldn't be sold..."
Young people hate being lectured by their elders the most, and a horse in its rebellious period doesn't want to listen to the person on its back reminiscing about the past.
Although it cannot kick, it can raise its front hooves and shake off the annoying people on its back.
Han Zeyu was furious and pulled out the mane in his hand. The black horse neighed in pain and started to throw a tantrum on the spot.
The pressure of supernatural powers came like an overwhelming tidal wave. The black horse wanted to resist fearlessly, but it was completely unable to move.
After controlling the rebellious guy, Han Zeyu finally noticed the hair in his hand.
Ah, this...
Han Zeyu wanted to say that he didn't mean it, he was just excited and couldn't control the strength of his hands.
But as the master, he couldn't bow to his mount, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control the black horse in the future. So he could only say in a timid tone: "My son wanted to fight with me, so I cut his bangs. You've already put it into action, so I plucked a few hairs from your mane. Be content with that!"
The dark horse doesn't want to listen, the dark horse just wants to run away.
Han Zeyu looked at the sky. It was still early and the sun had just set.
Looking around, there are not many people on the official road. At this time, most people have found a place to stay, so it’s okay to take a walk.
The pressure on the dark horse suddenly disappeared, and he was delighted and ran wildly.
With a loud "bang", the dark horse failed to stop in time and finally hit the ground with its head and braked with its face.
Han Zeyu sat in a carriage not far away, shaking the branch in his hand, and said helplessly: "Follow me honestly, and I will guarantee you good food and drink. Are you feeling comfortable now? You must force me to use cheats to deal with you."
With its indomitable will, the dark horse stubbornly climbed up, shook its head, and continued to rush forward.
The result was tragic. It had never encountered such a bizarre thing since it was born. It was really a step at a time.
It means literally that the dark horse will encounter a "bump" as soon as it starts running.
After finally falling over, stepping over, and going around it, there is still the next hurdle waiting for it not far away.
The black horse stopped running and knelt down crying, "Mom, I'm stuck in a dilemma. Life is so hard!"
Seeing that he had finally calmed down, Han Zeyu pulled his customized luxury carriage over.
"Run! You were a very good runner, why aren't you running now? Oh my god~ Why are you so defensive? Don't cry, don't cry."
The black horse snorted angrily. It was not a human, but this man was a real dog.
He lifted the black horse from the ground, harnessed the carriage to it, and kicked the horse's butt to stop it from pretending to be dead and to make it take a few steps if it was not sick.
The dark horse compromised, pulled the cart obediently, and did not dare to cheat again.
Han Zeyu slept for three and a half hours during the day and traveled energetically at night.
The dark horse couldn't stand working day and night, so it worked the day shift and the dog worked the night shift.
In the dead of night, Han Zeyu tied the black horse to the roof of the carriage and forced it to lie on its right side.
The black horse was completely disoriented. The carriage didn't need a horse to pull it, it could move on its own. How could this be justified? Was their race facing mass unemployment?
No, that’s not the point. The point is: “Mom, I seem to have seen a ghost!”
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