Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

The largest teaching workshop in Chang'an is brightly lit.

No one dares to make trouble here, nor does he want to make trouble here.

After all, this is the place to have fun.

More importantly, I want to make a good impression in front of the oiran.

Cheng Chumo, who had just killed someone, came to the gate of Jiaofang covered in blood.

Cheng Chumo looked at the commotion in front of him, at the young masters, merchants and officials coming in and out.

Can't help but sigh with emotion: "Singing and dancing in the teaching workshop of the Tang Dynasty promotes peace, playing the piano and reciting poems to talk about love."

Really good!

It's just that I don't know whether to welcome my bloody guest or not.

"Don't get in the way! Don't you know that good dogs don't get in the way?"

At this moment, an arrogant and domineering voice resounded.

Everyone at the gate of the Jiaofang heard the sound and looked.

"It's Mr. Lu! He has come to Jiaofang, and another unlucky guy will suffer."

"That's right! Isn't it just looking for a fight if you block Young Master Lu's way?"

"Look at those guards, they are all vicious."

"Look at that kid covered in blood! He's still standing there like a fool."

There was a lot of discussion.

But Cheng Chumo turned around, looked at Mr. Lu with a smile and said, "Are you talking to me?"

Mr. Lu saw that Cheng Chumo smelled of blood and was covered in blood.

The first thought was that this guy was beaten.

Why did you come to Jiaofang to have fun after being beaten up?
It's also a talent!

"Nonsense! Why are you standing in front of this young master like a fool, and who are you talking about?"

Mr. Lu said with a displeased face.

It seemed that if Cheng Chumo didn't get out of the way, he was about to strike.

Let Cheng Chumo's injury add to his injury.

"I just heard someone say that your surname is Lu?"

Cheng Chumo asked quietly.

"What? When you heard that my young master's surname is Lu, are you scared, idiot?"

"Of course! It's normal to be afraid! I, Fan Yang Lu, who is not afraid?"

"Now kneel down and kowtow to this young master to admit your mistake, and this young master can forgive you for blocking the way."

There are many people gathered at the door of the Jiaofang, there are all kinds of men, and there is the only Jiaofang woman.

Young Master Lu naturally wants to show his holiness in front of others, so he deliberately pretends to be coercive.

Every day he teaches people, just to let everyone know.

He is a descendant of Fan Yang Lu's family.

Make those men fearful.

Let the women in Jiaofang admire and admire.

This is Mr. Lu's idea.

So today, he continued to do so as usual.

Those who are familiar with Mr. Lu's behavior are all watching the joke.

I thought that this unlucky guy who was covered in blood and had been beaten up by someone would be unlucky again.

The Jiaofang women also have their own ideas.

A dirty person still wants to play in the teaching workshop?
Does it match?

Does he fit?
Are you worthy?
Everyone thought that Cheng Chumo was going to be unlucky.

Knowing that the other party is Fan Yang Lu's young master, he knelt down and kowtowed in humiliation to admit his mistake.

But this time.

Cheng Chumo laughed.

His face was covered in blood, just smiling like that.

Somewhat weird.

Mr. Lu is close in front of him, watching Cheng Chumo suddenly smile like this.

Can't help but feel very angry.

"You don't want to drink a toast, do you? You don't want to kowtow! Then let me break my arm."

"Return your face! I don't like it either, so just tear it up."

Mr. Lu said sharply.

Raising his hand, several guards around him surrounded Cheng Chumo with bull's eyes.

Cheng Chumo restrained his smile, looked at Young Master Lu and said indifferently: "Fan Yang Lu family? Hehe! I still want to find someone from Fan Yang Lu family."

"Since you delivered it to your door, I accept it with a smile."

"Ok?"

"Do you even know what you're talking about?"

"You bastard! You want to die, don't you?"

Mr. Lu couldn't believe his ears, and immediately roared angrily.

"This guy really has no brains! We all know that the other party is a child of the Lu family, and he is so arrogant."

"I really want to be killed by Mr. Lu."

"With Fan Yang and Lu's energy, killing someone at the gate of Jiaofang is not a big deal at all."

The onlookers talked one after another.

"Sister, you said that person knew that Mr. Lu was a child of the Lu family, so why was he so arrogant?"

"Why is he?"

"Is he some kind of big shot?"

"A big man covered in blood?"

A young and coquettish Jiaofang woman questioned the women around her in confusion and mockingly.

This woman is also very young, and her temperament is different from ordinary people.

Under the light, her alluring face was astonishing.

There are also beauties around him, but he can only be at a disadvantage.

The name is beautiful and beautiful, and it is as cold as autumn.

"I don't know, but he's having a hard time."

The beauty of the teaching workshop thinks so too.