Sixian Terrace, surrounded by laurel trees, is paved with stone steps on the left and right sides, steep and slippery.

Qiao Tianhua was afraid of falling, so he climbed up with his hands and feet, sweating profusely.

On the platform, there is a double-layer bucket arch eaves wooden house on the top of the mountain, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are designed with Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum patterns, which are quite elegant. However, in the palm-sized place, the study in front and the thatched house in the back, there is no hall and kitchen, and Qiao Tianhua sighed for a while.

"Ah Yu, I'm sorry for you to run a few more times, hang curtains here, install screens there, and make room for hospitality." Qiao Tianhua looked around and stretched out his little meat finger to point.

Xue Yu replied yes, took a ghost step, and disappeared.

Qiao Tianhua pondered, turned back to Ah Yu and said that he usually didn't need to take ghost steps. It's too eye-catching, in case it is targeted by someone with a heart, and after being kidnapped, it will be sold as a bodhisattva.

"Mrs. Qiao, Minglun Hall has opened a translation class." Dean Duan's scholar brought a set of shirts.

Qiao Tianhua took the shirt, gave a salute, and hurriedly thanked her, but she was worried in her heart. Without Ah Yu's help, she asked herself if she had no ability, and she didn't stain her shirt after getting off the Sixian stage.

"Lady Qiao, there is a path leading to Huaisuzhai behind the thatched house." The scholar reminded.

After Qiao Tianhua heard this, he immediately smiled, and his little face was dyed with crimson glow.

After a stick of incense, Qiao Tianhua put on his shirt, left a note for Xue Yu, and followed the guidance of the scholar to Huaisuzhai and jumped.

However, she always felt that someone was staring at her back, but she didn't notice it when she turned around a few times.

She was probably too sleepy, so she would find a corner seat and doze off later.

Qiao Tianhua yawned all the way, his eyelids were heavy, and he almost knocked on a mulberry tree, and in a daze, he felt that his arm was supported by something.

Qiao Tianhua looked back and saw a bewitching face, so he ran away.

It's a pity that Helian Zheng performed a peerless light skill and stepped on the snow without a trace, his body was like a crane, flying on the branches of the mulberry tree, and then landed lightly, blocking Qiao Tianhua's way, shaking the white feather fan, hooking his lips and smiling: "Little finch slave, what are you running, you want to turn your face and don't recognize people when you burn the palace." ”

Seeing this, Qiao Tianhua put on a stiff smile: "His Royal Highness the King of Beihai, I was planning to bathe in the Begonia Soup last night, and I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, it was already Bailu Academy. Presumably, you took pity on me and specially sent someone to study at Bailu Academy. Your kindness, I will never forget, and I will repay it. ”

"Oh, how can the little finch slave repay him?" Helian Zheng seemed to be smiling.

This question stumped Qiao Tianhua. As the saying goes: it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. However, Qiao Tianhua asked Xue Yu to set fire to the Beihai Palace, and this hatred has already been avenged.

"Little Bird Slave, if you don't run away that night, this king plans to take you to visit the Thirty-Six Mandarin Duck Pavilion on the right side of Waiting for Frost Xuan." Helian Zheng held on to the white feather fan, poked Qiao Tianhua's chest lightly, and the tail of his eyes unconsciously evoked a romantic charm.

Qiao Tianhua wanted to get into trouble, her little face turned red, and she wanted to run away again.

This time, Helian Zheng didn't stop him, and he would have to share a room with the little finch slave later. However, how many fire avoidance diagrams did the little bird slave peek at before he could use the Thirty-six Mandarin Duck Pavilion as a place for the wind and moon.

Minglun Hall, with white walls and gray tiles, is spacious and bright.

Qiao Tianhua tidied up her shirt, patted her still hot face, bypassed the shadow wall, and was dumbfounded by the crowded crowd. Except for the first row, which was unattended, the rest of the seats were full.

The great Confucianism who teaches translation classes today is not Yushu Linfeng?

Qiao Tianhua was thinking about going back to sleep when the teenager sitting in the third row beckoned to her. Qiao Tianhua found out that it was Zhou Lang, that is, Zhou Mingze, the Jiangzhou Xie Yuan this year, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

However, a girl deliberately used her arm to block her and almost fell.

"Little finch slave, you don't think about this king, that's why you walk so carelessly." Helian Zheng stretched out his clutch to support Qiao Tianhua's arm this time, attached it to her ear, and exhaled a gentleman's fragrance.

His Royal Highness the King of the North Sea also came to listen to the lecture? Qiao Tianhua didn't want to stay here anymore.

"Lady Qiao, I have an empty seat here, I can squeeze it." Zhou Mingze walked up to Qiao Tianhua with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Tianhua envied Zhou Mingze's elegant taste and hesitated.

However, the girl who had just made things difficult for Qiao Tianhua sat in Zhou Mingze's position, arousing Qiao Tianhua's competitiveness.

"Zhou Langjun, can you help get rid of the little lady who doesn't know how to be polite?" Qiao Tianhua smiled coquettishly, and the autumn waves flowed.

After hearing this, Zhou Mingze showed a look of embarrassment.

"Little finch slave, this king can help you get rid of her." Helian Zheng shook the white feather fan lightly, his eyes were full of mockery: "However, she is the county lord of Xuancheng." ”

After speaking, Qiao Tianhua immediately shrank his shoulders and changed to a well-behaved appearance.

"Zhou Langjun, I'm sorry for making it difficult for you. I rushed to Bailu Academy this morning, and it happened that I didn't get enough sleep, so I went back to rest. Qiao Tianhua lowered her eyelids and said softly.

However, as soon as the words fell, Qiao Tianhua was dragged to the first row by Helian Zheng.

"Little finch slave, this king's lesson, it's hard to find." Helian Zheng walked up to the three-foot podium.

Damn the King of the North Sea, he sinister her again! Qiao Tianhua has studied hard for so many years, and has never sat in the first row. She is not tall, and after a class, her neck must be sore.

"Lady Qiao, I'll accompany you." Zhou Mingze held the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sat next to Qiao Tianhua.

After Qiao Tianhua heard this, his first reaction was not to be moved, but to look at the county lord of Xuancheng.

Yuwen Yinhua, the lord of Xuancheng County, thought that Qiao Tianhua was showing off to her, so he stood up with a slam and pulled out the silver snake nine-section whip wrapped around his waist, intending to teach this hillbilly who didn't know whether to live or die a lesson.

However, Helian Zheng cast Wen Qing's gaze without being salty or indifferent, and Yuwen Yinhua suddenly felt a chill down his spine, so he had to put away the silver snake nine-section whip, gritted his teeth and sat down.

His Royal Highness the King of Beihai, with a bewitching appearance and a demonic temperament.

In the past, Yuwen Yinhua was young, and mistakenly thought that His Royal Highness the King of Beihai fell in love with her at first sight, and did not mind her whipping the big white goose he raised. After all, she was born thick and bright.

Before leaving, His Royal Highness the King of Beihai smiled warmly and said that he wanted to give her a small gift.

As a result, when she returned home at night, she woke up from sleep, and the boudoir was full of blood, fur, flesh and bones of the big white goose, teaching her a serious illness.

"Students, Lu Fuzi is ill, so I will translate this course and let this king do it for you. Today, this king plans to talk about the classic "Arabian Nights" that has been circulated among the people of the Great Food, is there anyone who does not understand the Great Food Language? Helian Zheng played with the ring ruler and looked at Qiao Tianhua with a smile.

Qiao Tianhua puffed up his chest, revealing a smug look.

She may not be a good reader of the Four Books and the Five Classics, but she has searched for a basket of miscellaneous books. Although she is not familiar with Da Shiyu, she has read "Arabian Nights" translated into Dayan language no less than ten times.

"Master, I just started learning the language of food yesterday." Zhou Mingze stood up and saluted respectfully, his posture was neither humble nor arrogant, like a touch of pleasing lakes and mountains.

Da Shiyu, Tubo and Fu Lak are the three main Fanbang languages in the Chunfu translation subject, plus Turkic, Persian, Loulan and other minor languages.

After speaking, some noble-born state capitals Xie Yuan couldn't help but sneer.