The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star

Chapter 8

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Although Zhang Jieran looked timid, he was very solid in his work, and he made an appointment for her to get on the carriage to Chang'an, and the time was very tight, just two days later.

After Wen Yantong took the sign given by Zhang Jieran, he thanked him earnestly, and silently prayed in his heart that Zhang Jieran would have a smooth career in the future and go straight to the blue sky.

After confirming the time to leave, Wen Yantong was not so leisurely. She wandered around the academy for a long time, trying to find a place without floor tiles.

Who knew that Songhai Academy was so rich, and after turning half a circle, they couldn't find a place without floor tiles. Besides, this academy is so big that it is difficult to understand, and it is easy to get lost if you don't pay attention.

The women's dormitory was built as early as the autumn vacation, and now it is cleaning up the "Confucianism" courtyard, which should be preparing for the girls to enter the academy.

Wen Yantong stood aside and watched for a while, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. The little cannon fodder back then had bad luck, and it was only a year away. If she had come a year late, she could have followed the emperor's new order to enter Songhai Academy, but it was a pity that fate tricked her.

After a moment of pity for the little cannon fodder, she walked along a thick wooden board, found a remote place where no one was around, and leaned against the wall to pry open the floor tiles.

On the other side of the wall is the lively street. She wanted to dig a hole from the wall, stuff the luggage into the hole, and take the luggage away from the outside after slipping out. This will save you the hassle of not taking your luggage with you.

Wen Yantong dug for a long time, and finally dug a hole. She first covered the hole with leaves, and then went back to carry the packed luggage and put it into the hole.

In the end, there were still too many things, and some of them couldn't get in. Afraid that someone would find out, Wen Yantong hurriedly kicked the package for a while before kicking the package into the pit.

After preparing all these, Wen Yantong went back and washed his hands, took out the cassia seeds hidden under the pillow and poured them into the sand pot, filled the well water and carried them to the dining room, and asked the kind woman to help light the fire Cook for a while.

When she carried it back, there was no one in the room, she poured a cup and put it in front of her to keep it cold, the tip of her nose was filled with the aroma of herbs.

It's just the last bit, as long as you drink this in your stomach, you will have an excuse to leave Songhai Academy, then pull out your luggage and get on the carriage, all the way back to Chang'an, you don't have to live in fear anymore.

The more Wen Yantong thought about it, the happier he became, and finally he burst out laughing, but before he could laugh for a while, he heard Mrs. Zhao's voice, "What are you enjoying sitting in the room by yourself?"

As soon as she heard Master Zhao's voice, she couldn't help but stood up and asked, "Why did you come to the students, sir?"

As soon as Mr. Zhao entered the door, he took a deep breath, "It's getting colder and colder these days, I'm afraid the first snow is coming."

Wen Yantong glanced at the hot tea on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you want to find students, sir?"

When Mr. Zhao approached and saw the hot tea, he looked at Wen Yantong reproachfully, "I don't know how to serve tea when I'm here, so I blocked the door and asked me, where did I learn the usual etiquette?"

Wen Yantong had a bitter face, "It's the students who were negligent."

After Mr. Zhao sat down, he added a cup of tea for himself, took a sip comfortably, and sighed, "Is there any herbal medicine in this tea?"

She also walked over, stood aside and nodded, "I took some medicine to nourish my body."

"You children with rich families, except that you are not as good as those princes and nobles, are much better than ordinary people." Mr. Zhao said, "I came to you this time, you should know why?"

Wen Yantong shook his head, really couldn't figure it out.

Master Zhao saw her dumbfounded expression, and said directly, "You are stupid, so I won't say those meandering things to you. Two days ago, someone watched you get off the shepherd's carriage. Is this really true?"

When Wen Yantong heard it, she realized that it was Cheng Xin who provoked her.

She nodded and said, "This is true."

"Who is in the carriage?" Zhao Fuzi asked again.

"Your Highness Fifth, Young Master Mu and Young Master." Wen Yantong answered truthfully.

"These three are young masters with considerable weight in Chaoge City. When you are with them, you must always remember your identity, know the gap between you and them, and don't do things that are presumptuous and cause trouble. ?"

Mr. Zhao's words were very clear, Wen Yantong naturally understood, nodded quickly in response, "Students understand, you must remember."

This is after the superior saw her approaching the three young masters, he specially asked Mrs. Zhao to beat her up. This was not the first time, after the little cannon fodder got a big cloak from Cheng Xiao, he was also beaten.

These precious young masters, although they usually look like they are kept in the academy, they actually keep a close eye on them.

Seeing that Yantong was obedient and reasonable, Master Zhao didn't say much, and got up and left after drinking a cup of tea.

Wen Yantong sent people away, and the tea was almost cold, so she simply took a sip, and then drank two more cups, sitting and waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

It may be that she drank herbal tea for the first time, and the effect occurred very quickly. Wen Yantong felt a severe stomachache, and hurried to the latrine.

The huts of Song Hai College are cleaned every day, and there are compartments. After Wen Yantong ran back and forth three or four times, his condition has improved somewhat, but his face was frighteningly pale. When I looked in the mirror, I felt that it was almost done, so I ran to find Mrs. Zhao as if I was dying.

Who knew Mr. Zhao was also squatting in the hut, Wen Yantong couldn't wait, so he ran outside Mr. Zhao's hut crying, saying that his stomach hurt so badly that his intestines were almost pulled out.

Master Zhao, who was squatting inside, felt the same way, so he yelled at her to go to the table in the room to get her ID card, and go outside to get medicine. By the way, I asked her to grab a sticker for herself.

Wen Yantong didn't expect it to be so simple, if he knew that cup of herbal tea, he wouldn't drink it!

She grabbed Mr. Zhao's sign and went straight to the gate of Songhai Academy. As long as she showed the sign, the guards at the gate would let him out.

Coming out so smoothly, Wen Yantong was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, he hurriedly followed the wall to find the place where she dug the hole before, and pulled out the exposed corner of the luggage.

Unexpectedly, the luggage was still too big and got stuck in the pit. Wen Yantong had no choice but to lean on the wall with one foot to borrow strength, and desperately pulled the package out, which surprised the people on the opposite street.

Things have come to this, naturally I don't care about those faces, it's better to get out of here quickly, so I tried harder, gnashing my teeth until my face collapsed.

Just when Wen Yantong was about to succeed, there was a sudden noise not far away, followed by exclamations and wild thoughts of horseshoes, approaching quickly!

She was startled, and when she turned her head to look, she saw a carriage out of control, rampaging like crazy, and it was almost in front of her in the blink of an eye. Wen Yantong was frightened, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but was hit by the carriage frame of the carriage in the leg bone, leading people overturned on the spot.

When Wen Yantong fell to the ground, his head hit the wall, and he felt dizzy immediately, his whole face wrinkled from the pain. After a burst of tinnitus, the screams and roars around her were intertwined, and the horse's neighing was like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into her leg.

My legs hurt!

Wen Yantong only felt that her right leg was chopped off, and the pain was severe. She rolled over on the ground, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the carriage overturned on the ground, and many people were holding big knives, as if they were killing people.

Shocked and frightened, she crawled towards the wall for a while, only to find that her palms were covered in blood. She didn't know whether she had just broken her hand or where it was stained. A man lying next to him screamed like a butcher, making Wen Yantong's ears hurt from noise to bursts.

Even though her leg was in unbearable pain, she stretched out her good left leg and kicked away the person who was screaming at the top of her voice.

Wen Yantong couldn't help crying out, but fortunately the turmoil didn't last long, and was stopped by a young man in a black cloak leading people, and the surroundings gradually calmed down.

She was in so much pain that her mind was a little unclear, and she called for help one after another. Finally, in the chaos, a woman in a light yellow dress stood in front of her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong? Can't you tell if you're hurt

Wen Yantong resisted the urge to curse, and shouted, "My leg! My..."

Before he finished yelling, the pig butcher next to him got up and yelled, "I'm even worse! My whole body hurts! I can't hold on anymore!"

Wen Yantong really wanted to get up immediately and use her good left leg to kick this idiot to death, but now she is half disabled, unable to move while lying on the ground.

He had no choice but to grab the woman's dress with his blood-stained hands, wrote the word "miserable" tremblingly on it, and cried, "He's just pretending! Save me first!"

After shouting, he tilted his head and pretended to faint.

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