Shi Zijia was holding back a lot of resentment and ignored her love. Youmeng smiled and leaned closer to him, staring at his angry side face, and his voice became even more graceful: "Is it your beloved girl?"

He turned his face suddenly, his face turned red and his face was howling like a whistling wind: "I'm not! I don't! You're talking nonsense!"

Youmeng didn't expect that he would react so much. He was slightly stunned, and then laughed with a "pop" sound, lowered his eyes and covered his lips: "Look at your appearance, you don't want to serve this princess at all?"

"Although I, Shi Zijia, is a low-class man, knows how to write the word "dignity". If the princess wants to treat me as a male lover without self-esteem, it would be better..." He turned his head in anger, "It's better to kill me with one knife!"

"Are you so resistant to this princess?" Youmeng's voice became soft, "Do you think I am not beautiful enough? Or is it not tender enough?"

The delicate beauty sat there, offering her charm in every way. How many men in the world can sit in their arms without being confused? But Shi Zijia was just unconscious and heard him speak righteously: "The princess is naturally beautiful, but beauty is not the reason to indulge herself. It should add icing on the cake to your nobility!"

"It turns out to be a fool, hehe..." Youmeng couldn't help but slapped the table with the handle of the fan and smiled, "Forget it, you are so uninteresting, I won't tease you anymore Zijia."

He looked blankly and said, "Can you me?"

"Don't worry, this princess is a good male sex, but I have no shortage of handsome men, so I will not be too hungry to force a good man, and I never like to force others to do anything." She said calmly, very openly, and showed a bit of seriousness, "Don't worry, stay here, I will regard you as a guest, not a male favorite."

Zijia was flattered and confused again: "Zijia is a down-and-out scholar, princess... why should the princess treat each other so courteously?"

"Because this princess prefers talented people in addition to being handsome men." She no longer had her joking appearance just now, and was not afraid to tell him frankly, "I make more friends with people of kindness and ambition, and increase my vision and mind. Anyone who can be regarded by me must have a skill."

Zijia looked at her, fell into silence, still thinking in her heart.

"The "Xianji Yayuan" where you live is created by me for the virtuous, talented and poor students. Zijia has a lofty ambition and is alone and helpless. It is the most suitable place to live here." She looked at her earnestly, "I am so eager to seek talent. I believe Zijia will definitely understand this intention, right?"

Zijia asked: "Does the princess want to cultivate us scholars who have no way out?"

"You are very smart and have a personality. But if you want to tell me the way out, I am the best way out." Youmeng sat in a dangerous state, with calmness and determination in a smile. "I am willing to help you realize your ambitions."

Some words don't want to be too thorough, but smart people will understand them.

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That night, Youmeng talked about the theory of the Hundred Schools with the famous scholars until late at night. Everyone discussed it too enthusiastically and focusedly, and didn't know that the gentleman on the beam was sitting above his head - the bright white moonlight shining on a mysterious man in black. He bowed and squatted on the roof of Yan Yuxuan, uncovered a tiles, and peeked at everything inside the Xuan.

Shi Zijia was sleeping well in the room, but suddenly he was awakened by a stomachache. He didn't know what he had eaten. It felt like a soldier was at the city and was unstoppable. He had no choice but to cover his stomach and go out of the house and head straight for the cottage.

It was finally comfortable to vent his feelings, but he had just returned to his room and had not sat in the heat, and the rain came again in his stomach. Unbearable, he went to the toilet again. Since then, it has been endless...

He went back and forth between the dormitory and the cottage for several times, and nothing else, his legs were already running away.

I don’t know how many times he came out of the cottage, but he leaned against a pillar under the corridor, so tired that he couldn’t walk. Just as he was in so much as he could look up at the starry sky above his head, begging God not to torture him like this again, so that he could have a good sleep, suddenly a flying black shadow broke through the night sky and swept through his sight!
Chapter completed!