Chapter 18: A rake

Mr. Guo breathed a sigh of relief, and was very satisfied with the attitude of the junior brother, the academy has a clear rule that no fights are allowed, and if this matter spreads, the dean and the masters will have no face to see people.

"Zhuang Yiniu, what do you think?"

"Master, it's obvious that Shen Yanjun beat me, and he beat me upside down! I was in bone pain, and he wanted to pay me for my medical expenses. ”

Zhuang Yiniu's face was full of anger, don't think that he can win his pity by pretending to be weak.

Although Shen Yanjun looks better than Wan Zhulou's top brand... He still wants to deceive people, but he will not be soft-hearted!

Shen Yanjun's face instantly turned a little whiter.

He was so weak that his body trembled, as if he was about to die at any moment.

"Yanjun, are you okay?" Mr. Guo was frightened by Shen Yanjun's appearance, and immediately called someone to ask for a doctor, and he was in a hurry.

"Brother Niu, you scared people."

"Zhuang Yiniu, see if you can cry and walk, it doesn't look like you have bone pain! What do you think Shen Yanjun is scared of you?! ”

While being condemned by his classmates, and being glared at by Mr. Guo a few times, Zhuang Yiniu couldn't say anything, crying with a sad face.

The cold man standing outside the window was watching this scene with burning eyes, and his eyes stayed on Shen Yanjun's body.

"Fifth Highness, the dean has been waiting in the wing room for a long time."

The scholar behind him reminded in a whisper.

"Hmm."

The man took a deep breath, the feeling of tightness in his chest penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and the tingling was uncomfortable, but he had been used to it for twenty years.

No one noticed that Shen Yanjun's eyes flashed with a touch of agility and cunning.

"Husband... Master, the student has medicine. ”

He shook his hand and took out a jet-black pill from his arms, raised his head, put it into his mouth with handsome movements, and swallowed it.

Only then did his face gradually become rosy...

The ginseng doll in the space picked up the wrapping paper of the throat lozenge, and muttered in her mouth: [The owner litters, deduct points! ] 】

"Fortunately, Yanjun has medicine with him, Zhuang Yiniu, your skin is so thick, even if you are beaten ten times or eight times, it will be fine, and this matter will be settled.

But fighting is not allowed in the academy, so I will punish you two for copying scriptures and clean the pigsty tomorrow. ”

Mr. Guo said in a deep voice, his words were all blaming Zhuang Yiniu, and the punishment was impartial.

Shen Yanjun became famous in a fight, and his status in the academy sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

At noon, no one dared to provoke Shen Yanjun. The slightly timid scholar hid far away, for fear of being slapped away by him.

There are many dishes in Taoyuan Academy, all kinds of dishes, and there are even some modern dishes, such as sauerkraut fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, etc.

Shen Yanjun's eyes were dark, staring at those dishes, and when he looked at the price, it was more expensive than other meat dishes.

"Yanjun." Zhao Wenliang came behind Shen Yanjun, followed her line of sight, and suddenly realized: "Those dishes are the recipes that your cousin came up with, and they are selling well in the county." ”

No wonder.

"You haven't eaten it, have you? I invite you to eat! ”

Zhao Wenliang's slender hand reached over to help Shen Yanjun take the plate, with a smile as warm as jade on his face.

"No, I'm tired of eating."

Shen Yanjun ordered a few high-quality palace dishes, such as Eight Treasures Wild Duck, Bergamot Gold Roll, and Fried Shredded Cuttlefish, which were attractive in color and looked very appetizing.

"Those..." are expensive.

Zhao Wenliang's second half of the sentence choked in his throat, and his pupils shrank, because he saw Shen Yanjun take out the identity token of the dean's disciple, and he could take it without paying money.

He forgot that Yan Jun was appreciated by the dean in the morning and became an unattainable closed disciple.