Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

"Don't panic the master, didn't you prepare three questions?" The second master is just a rough bag, and addition and subtraction is not clear, so you don't understand this problem.

But Du Qizhi understood.

She worked in the cottage every day, playing with the abacus. This question was personally selected by her. She knew the difficulty well. It was originally asked for the third question. Because of the unexpected spring, the first question was answered quickly, so she changed her mind and deliberately changed her mind. This question is placed second, to kill Chun Lai's spirit.

Unexpectedly, Chunlai went straight in.

This is not a big deal, anyway, 300,000 has already been obtained.

But one yard goes to one yard, the play is always done. Du Qizhi with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in front of the table, after a while he took the rice paper in his hand, and looked at the calculation above seriously. .

......Although she can't understand.

Chunlan was nervous, and asked timidly: "The big boss, the small handwriting is messy, I don't know if there is a miscalculation?"

Du Qizhi: "Um..."

Where did she know what was right and wrong? My father and mother died early. Grandpa didn’t teach her much, but Grandpa’s best comrade-in-arms was a soldier, known as a small chef in the army, and was also responsible for the procurement of ingredients in the army and joined the army. I read two years ago, know how to do math, and give her this skill in her spare time.

So her learning environment is very limited, and her arithmetic skills are also very limited.

As for these questions, they come from an arithmetic book—the wealthy scholar who robbed Fu Ji last year, who went to Beijing to rush for the exam, found it out of the baggage of the scholar.

She ran through it at that time and left it on a whim. As for the reference answer... it was already lost.

She put down the rice paper, cast a terrifying look at Chunlai, and applauded him.

This applause was terrible, because it was her standard action to give orders.

For example, just now, she raised her hand and clapped twice, asking the person next to prepare paper and pen.

The second master’s success was not enough to fail. I thought she was also asking for paper and pen this time, so I found a few new rice papers and laid them on the table. After that, I took the brush that I had used in Spring. , Soaked in ink, presented to her respectfully.

Three black lines fell on Du Qizhi's forehead: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to check the calculations?"

Du Qizhi couldn't argue with her anger, grandma has a leg, where would she check the calculations for such a difficult question? Did you mean to make her ashamed?

She squeezed her fist, and said without a smile: "Why bother me and find someone to test it."

"...You are the most talented woman in a radius of ten miles. We are a bunch of stinky men who don't even know a fart. How can it count?" The second master was embarrassed and flattered.

Du Qizhi didn't want to accept his flattery, he just wanted to tear off his mouth.

He also vowed silently in his heart that he would never bully intellectuals again, so as not to ask for hardships.

The incarnation of Qu Jinying came to make relief in time for rain: "If the master doesn't dislike it, let me come!"

Du Qizhi couldn't ask for it, and asked her to start quickly.

Qu Jinying nodded slightly, stepped lightly, walked to the table and sat down, his unbearable soft waist and limbs were stiff, carefully watching the scribbled calculation process on the paper.

Her mathematics was taught by her mother, and she did a good job of distilling the key calculation steps in twos or twos. If she couldn't see clearly, she asked the spring and copied it again before entering the deduction.

The final result is exactly the same as Chunlai.

"Look at the second master." She nodded on the side of the rice paper with her fingertips.

Frankly speaking, she saw Du Qizhi's embarrassment clearly, guessed Du Qizhi's thoughts seven or eighty-eight, and took the initiative to ask for it, but she was sending Du Qizhi down a step, and she was not worried that Du Qizhi would make things difficult for others. .

Sure enough, Du Qizhi bent down and hurriedly turned away from the subject.

Du Qizhi's various reactions failed to escape Chunlai's eyes.

He had learned how to observe words and colors in the palace. He knew best when not to speak, when to speak nicely, and pat his stomach. In it was his few courage, and with Qu Jinying, he said: "The big master has laughed, but the younger one I've encountered many big scenes, but the money I brought is all genuine. Let the masters check it out."

The so-called seeing the money opened up, the other bandits listened to him with the money, and they were energetic. A few of them responded quickly, and even cheered scattered. It was a great honor for Du Qizhi to fly the eye knife.

"It's so shameful to be damned." Du Qizhi blushed and cursed.

Wei Yansi adjusted the atmosphere and said: "You give us free food and drink on the cottage, we are sorry, the money is not enough to honor you."

These words sounded okay at first, and the aftertaste was not appropriate. Du Qizhi squinted and looked over: "Are you taunting me?"

"Misunderstanding by the master."

Wei Yansi was afraid that it would get darker and darker, and quickly ordered Feng He to move in the big wine jar on the donkey cart.

There were too many big wine jars, and Fenghe couldn't finish it by himself. Using the method of random selection, he picked the corner of the jar, carried it into the chamber, and placed it on the ground carefully.

"Master, please." Wei Yansi's eyebrows were flying, with a clear mind.

Du Qizhi put the long whip back on his waist again, and joked: "Wei Immortal is so generous, with three hundred thousand taels of silver, without blinking his eyelids."

"The great master does not know anything. On the way here, the second master told me that you are asking for money for the Yuzhou refugees who have fled here. I am so compassionate. I am deeply touched, and all should be a meager contribution to the people of the world. Power of it."

"You deserve to be a cultivator, I am here to thank you for your kindness on behalf of the refugees."

Du Qizhi's face was loose. She walked the rivers and lakes, admiring the children of the rivers and lakes with chivalrous hearts. Although the person in front of her was born rich and well-known, he was very different from the sour boy raised in the scholarly family.

She couldn't help feeling a little admiration. Seeing Wei Yansi rolled up her sleeves and squatted down, she hurriedly raised her arm to block it.

Rarely said politely: "Let me come."

"Nothing."

"You are going down the mountain today, don't stain your clothes, it's not decent."

"The great master has lost his life. It's just rough work. How can I bother you."

Wei Yansi's words hit the ground, and her calf was firmly touched. She was afraid of pain, and followed the direction of the attack. She saw a pair of light pink embroidered shoes with excellent embroidery, which was the best embroidery craftsmanship in Jiangnan weaving.

She raised her head and looked up, and met Qu Jinying's seemingly smiling eyes.

His radiant face reads "You really feel sorry for others, do you want to stay and be the master of the village, and accompany others to rob the house together?"

When Wei Yansi was an emperor, he had always been a flattering object. At this moment, "How dare you not bow your head even if you are under the low eaves", only to please the master.

Since Qu Jinying didn't like it, she didn't do it. Fenghe, who had a tendon, left the work of opening the wine jar.

"Yes!" Feng He responded.

As a result, he tried too hard and cracked the jar, and the silver and snowflakes flowed out, with golden beans and golden leaves mixed in between.

Money can make ghosts grind, Wei Yansi pointed to these genuine things, confidently said: "For the sake of safety, please let the big master let you brothers take a look at all the wine jars."

Du Qizhi remembered her identity as a great immortal, and thanked her for her advice not long ago, coupled with today’s contact, greatly increased her favor, and said generously: “Wei Immortal is open and upright, I have no reason to doubt it. Please forgive me, I will order someone to send you down the mountain."

Wei Yansi was eager to leave the ghost place soon, smiling like a spring breeze in March: "I have a lot of work to be the master."

Of course, there were unpredictable circumstances, and she hadn't fully realized the joy of regaining freedom, so a bandit staggered in.

The bandit's nose was blue and face was swollen, the wounds all over his body were of varying depths, and his feet were staggering, giving people a sense of sadness that he had just come out of a **** battle.

Wei Yansi's little heart was beating restlessly.

Du Qizhi rushed up to help the bandit fell to the ground, and asked fiercely, "What happened?"

"There is a group of people... lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain... suddenly rushed out and attacked us."

Du Qizhi subconsciously stared at Wei Yansi.

"No, no, it's not ours..." Wei Yansi said hurriedly.

"Oh, Wei Daxian is a good method, I actually suffered your way."

Wei Yansi no longer denies any more, but communicates with Fenghe with a subtle expression, asking him whether it was the guard who came to rescue him?

"It's absolutely impossible. I have set a distress signal with the head of the dark guard. We will never use it unless we have to. They will never act without authorization." Feng He whispered in her ear.

Indeed, according to the pre-arranged agreement, if they can do literary work, they will not use martial arts. After they descend smoothly down the mountain, they will send someone to find these bandits to settle their accounts.

The Royal Guards have received rigorous training, abide by the iron law of obeying orders in all actions, and will never act rashly.

Wei Yansi: "Innocent ah, you have promised to let us go down the mountain, so why don't we know how to promote it?

"I'm pooh, you must be catering to the surface, sending a family member to give the silver, but in fact secretly sent a team of people to follow me, looking for opportunities to hit me on Hutou Mountain. One, save you. Second, you can get three hundred thousand taels of silver. Go back." The second master made a thorough analysis.

Du Qizhi: "...Your Wei family has good calculations."

Wei Yan thinks that she can't get two mouths from her second boss. She looks uneducated on weekdays. She can reason at critical moments, and puts this reasoning into a logical and rigorous way, making her unable to argue.

Her mouth opened and opened, and she couldn't squeeze a word, so she had to find a helper to hold Chunlai and let him play a three-inch tongue.

Chun Lai is embarrassed. His tongue is indeed not bad, but the main function is to flatter and talk about reason. It is really not easy to use.

Let alone Feng He, his limbs are well developed and his mind is simple, he is focused on the escort, his eyes are not clear, he flies directly, snatches the big sword that was put down before the second master, and stands in front of Wei Yansi, resolute. His facial contour is quite determined to block and kill the gods and Buddhas.

"I'm guilty of heart!" Du Qizhi gritted his teeth and sneered. With his dantian, he violently pulled out the long whip and flicked it. The sound of splitting the air made the piercing ears hurt.

She is the leader of Hutou Mountain Village, and she has an exemplary role in taking the lead. As soon as the weapon is shown, the people under her are unambiguous, the bright sword of the bright sword, the bright hammer of the bright hammer.

The author has something to say: Come on~

I found out that "This is not a sand sculpture" was incorrectly written in the copy of "The Soul of the Father Is Wearing the First Oiran". If I change it, there will be a bit of sand sculpture in this article, because I write the sand sculpture really smoothly.