Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

As the night darkened, in the Imperial College building, He Zhiyang sat behind the table with a gloomy face, with a constipated look on his face.

He just wanted to grab Xiao Yi and beat him to the ground. What the hell kind of idea did this come up with? He thought of such a motherly way to frame Qiao Yue, and made him write this hypocritical thing in the middle of the night.

He also wanted to beat himself up, because he was not clear-headed at the time, and in order to save those few taels of money, he accidentally took the task onto himself.

He Zhiyang gritted his teeth and suppressed the last word of the love letter, and threw the brush on the table.

He wrote seven or eight letters in one night, and he, He Zhiyang, is really a mediocre love talk genius.

It's a pity that the other party was Qiao Yue, who made him angry when he saw it, so his literary talent was wasted for nothing.

However, after handing over these few love letters, Qiao Yueli must be a big step closer to being punished.

He Zhiyang hummed a ditty and handed those love letters to Chunbolou. According to the plan, Chunbolou sent a fragrant float to deliver letters to the gatehouse of the martial arts school every day, and he directly pointed out that it was for Qiao Yue.

There are two ostentatious bead curtain lanterns hanging on Chunbolou's carriage, which is so outstanding that a blind man would know that it is Qing/Lou's carriage by smelling it.

Rumors spread throughout the capital faster than rabbits. It stands to reason that a month is enough for rumors to ferment several times.

He Zhiyang returned to the Imperial College, ready to wait and see what happened.

The walls of the two schools are facing each other, and there is a disturbance over there, which must not be hidden from his eyes.

It's only been three or four days, and Jin Yiwei's side is still calm.

He Zhiyang couldn't sit still anymore, the money could still be heard when thrown into the water, and he didn't even hear the news that Qiao Yue was going to be beaten after spending all the money this day.

It's not easy for Jin Yiwei to clean up the house.

What's more terrible is that he has to write love letters with his own hands every day. If the other party is a charming woman, He Zhiyang's love letter can still be a bit interesting, but the other party is an old enemy. Writing this love letter is like gnashing one's teeth, comparable to torture.

After school, He Zhiyang had a look of grief and indignation, with two dark circles under his eyes.

Huo Yao looked at him with a smile: "Brother Yang, have you written the love letter again?"

When the few of them discussed the plan, they agreed to divide the work, but after comparing it, they found that the handwriting was different. He Zhiyang had already finished the first wave. In order to make the plan seamless, the few of them had to ask Brother Yang to make persistent efforts and go to battle in person.

"Get out!" He Zhiyang flicked his wrist, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "This young master has always received love letters softly, but this is the first time he has written softly."

This account still has to be charged to Qiao Yue!

Huo Yao was happy again, he looked at He Zhiyang up and down and joked: "Brother Yang, are you so soft?"

He Zhiyang was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and was so angry that he wanted to step forward and kick him: "You still care about this? Don't worry, you are more than enough to subdue him."

He is really speechless, these are no friends, he does the hard work alone, and this person still wants to make fun of him.

"I'm sorry Brother Yang..." Huo Yao redeemed his tone sincerely: "Thinking of the beautiful picture of Qiao Yue being beaten, do you think the pain is worth it?"

He Zhiyang remained silent with two dark circles under his eyes caused by writing love letters.

He had never worked so hard in his two lifetimes combined, and he wondered several times late at night whether he or Qiao Yue was the one who murdered him! ?

He Zhiyang picked up the water bottle and poured himself a few sips, looked up to the sky and sighed, he just drank the helplessness of drinking to relieve his sorrow.

... The matter has come to this point, only the scene of Qiao Yue being beaten is the motivation for him to barely complete the plan.

Qiao Yue naturally received the love letter. Martial arts schools are no more busy with homework than the Imperial College. They have already taken up positions in Jinyiwei, so naturally they have something to do.

In addition to learning strategies and practicing on the spot, he also had to ask questions for interrogation. When the carriage from Chunbolou arrived, Qiao Yue didn't even see a wheel.

It was a waste of Chunbolou's ostentatious performance.

Even the love letter was placed in the concierge, and it was Pang Ying who brought it over for him.

Pang Ying sniffed the mysterious and fragrant cloth, handed it to Qiao Yue and said, "In the past few days, there are your things at the concierge every day."

Qiao Yue: "Huh?"

"It seems that the girl gave it to me. She wrote a love letter on the fan." Pang Ying said, "The old man at the concierge looked at me several times, hesitant to speak."

Qiao Yue was wiping the embroidered spring knife, and the light of the knife illuminated his deep eyebrows: "Well, let it go."

Pang Ying: "... I don't know which girl wrote it, why don't you read it?"

Qiao Yue sealed the knife into the sheath, caressed the lines on the back of the sheath lovingly, and said indifferently without raising his head, "I'm not interested."

Pang Ying shrugged unsurprisingly, ready to back down.

"Wait." Qiao Yue's brows and eyes moved slightly, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Someone has used this method to get a wrongful report. You should pay attention to it, so as not to have other secrets."

The corner of Pang Ying's mouth twitched: "...Master Qianhu, you are really conscientious."

After such a commotion, the so-called love letter had never been opened by the Lord, but it was stuffed into Pang Ying's hands.

No matter how ostentatious the carriage was, naturally not many people talked about the non-existent things.

He Zhiyang shook his hand that was about to cramp, and went to look for Xiaoyi and the brothel's inspector: "Is this rumor dead on its way?"

Di Di was also very helpless: "...Ah, young master, who would have thought that those Jinyi guards are all gourds with their mouths pursed, and no one has even passed on any news, so what can I do?"

It stands to reason that the rumors of Fengyue spread very quickly, and Jin Yiwei didn't act according to common sense, and she didn't expect it.

He Zhiyang rolled his eyelids: "I... my friend's hand is about to break when he writes love letters, so hurry up and make a big mess."

"If you want to make a big splash, it's better to do enough tricks first." Di Di racked his brains: "The letter is just an ordinary boy, so naturally it doesn't attract attention. If the letter-writer's face is covered with a light veil, this matter will be settled." will be discussed."

He Zhiyang looked at her vigilantly and said: "The right person who wrote the letter? I entrusted someone to write this letter, and he beat him to death! It is impossible for him to come forward to see Qiao Yue!"

Ask him to meet Qiao Yue and admit that he wrote the love letter himself?

He would rather die with Qiao Yue than admit it!

"Of course I won't let you." Di Di smiled and said, "It's our Lou Zhong Pan Jun, who told me before that he volunteered to take this job."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, and a man stepped out from behind the screen, with a handsome figure and twinkling eyes, and his emotions poured out between his gazes.

He Zhiyang's face darkened in the gust of fragrant wind, and his tone was very fierce: "You took the initiative to take this job? The ugly thing is, I don't have any extra money for you, young master."

Pan Jun smiled, and his voice was soft and sweet: "Going out for a walk is only for getting some air, Pan Jun doesn't want the young master's money."

This person's figure and appearance are all above average, there must be no shortage of guests in Nanfeng Pavilion, why did he go to the gate of Jinyiwei School to breathe?

"Then what do you want?" He Zhiyang looked gloomy, and squinted his eyes to look at him: "He is Jin Yiwei, if you don't breath well, you will be gone."

The young man's tone was not kind, and his face was as white as suet jade with arrogance and arrogance.

Pan Jun lowered his eyes meekly: "Pan Jun has already thought clearly, and just wants to try his best to help the young master get things done."

He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's all right, you are quite desireless."

Di Di signaled Mr. Pan to go down, a little puzzled by He Zhiyang's temper: "Master, it's so hard for someone to take on this job, you're flirting and showing your temper, don't you want to make things happen?"

Ever since Mr. Pan came out, the corner of the young master's lips has been pursed coldly, as if he was against Mr. Pan to return the child.

He Zhiyang was startled, that's right, Mr. Napan came to help him, and he is usually kind to people, why did he act like a bully just now.

He suppressed the vague unhappiness in his heart, and shook his head: "Let him go tomorrow, dress in a refined and refined way, and don't do anything out of the ordinary, they have a high opinion of thousands of households, and Jin Yiwei's gang also It's not easy to fool."