Zhang Feng was startled by this sharp voice and almost dropped the perfume bottle in his hand.
At this moment, Zhang Feng was also dumbfounded.
He looked at Zhao Yu 'er who had just stopped him and asked, "Miss Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Yu 'er blushed and stammered for a long time before saying, "I still don't know what you put in it. Miss Wu, you can't test it blindly. Why don't I do it and you help me apply it. If anything happens …"
Zhang Feng heard this and rolled his eyes and simply put away the perfume.
This time, Zhao Yu 'er was instantly enraged. She bared her teeth and wanted to bite Zhang Feng.
Zhang Yuyao couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly took the perfume from Zhang Feng's hand and said, "Miss Zhao, let me help you. This is how to use it …"
As she spoke, Zhang Yuyao was drowned in a group of women.
Zhang Feng, Jia Daoren and the others' eyes reddened. They regretted not going up just now …
"Ahem, okay, all of you go out. This place is not suitable for you!"
Zhang Feng pretended to be gentle and drove Jia Daoren, Hao Chujun and the others away.
When Zhang Feng turned around, he saw many pairs of eyes looking at him. Seeing this, Zhang Feng hurriedly touched his nose and said, "Well, I'll wait outside."
"Oh right, Yu 'er, hide the bottle in your hand. Just that one bottle."
After saying this, Zhang Feng could only leave with his tail between his legs.
Zhang Feng wanted to slap himself as soon as he went out. What a good opportunity. Damn it.
As soon as he went out, Zhang Feng was blocked by people.
The people who came were the officials downstairs.
Everyone was now focused on Zhang Feng's poem. Although at the beginning, they were puzzled as to why Zhang Feng's body was so fragrant, under the temptation of the poem, no one asked about it.
As soon as he went out.
Zhang Feng was dragged to the hall on the first floor by the crowd.
At this moment, in the hall, everyone had removed all the tables and chairs, leaving only a table and a stool in the middle.
"Mr. He Xian, are you really Mr. He Xuan?"
At this moment, everyone felt as if they were living in a dream. They could not believe that Zhang Feng had really appeared in front of them.
There were too many people asking questions.
There were so many that Zhang Feng didn't even know where to begin.
Just as Zhang Feng was having a headache, Zhang Feng spoke.
"Everyone, I know that all of you are very excited, but please rest assured that White Deer College will open for business before next year's spring exams. I, Zhang Feng, am a man of my word!"
Hearing this.
All the students were in an uproar.
Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "Of course, before this, if you have any questions, you can find me at my restaurant. At that time, I will let my student, Hao Chujun, personally answer your questions."
"Hao Chujun, come, I will leave this place to you. Master still has some matters to attend to, so I will leave first!"
As Zhang Feng spoke, he slipped away, leaving behind a dumbfounded Hao Chujun.
Seeing so many people, Hao Chujun felt numb all over.
When he was in the academy, he did teach new juniors, but that was in the academy. Moreover, there were only ten to twenty people in a class, and there were textbooks. But what did they have here?
Looking at the hundreds of people, Hao Chujun wanted to cry.
Zhang Feng had just slipped to the door, lit a cigarette, and was thinking about where to go tonight. However, at this moment, the shopkeeper of the Poetry House bowed and stood in front of Zhang Feng.
"Prince Zhang, Mr. He Xian?"
Zhang Feng was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Shopkeeper, what's the matter?"
Seeing the shopkeeper's face, Zhang Feng's first thought was that the shopkeeper must have something to ask of him.
Sure enough, as Zhang Feng thought, the shopkeeper said, "Prince Zhang, I have a presumptuous request. Of course, for Prince Zhang, this is just a matter of moving your fingers. I wonder if Prince Zhang can do me the honor?"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng couldn't help but grin. "I wonder what the shopkeeper is talking about? But I have some matters to attend to now, so I hope … "
At this moment, the shopkeeper waved his hand, and in an instant, a servant came up with a tray.
The tray was covered with a red cloth, and it was unknown what was on it.
The shopkeeper lifted the red cloth, and a roll of reddish-brown bamboo slips appeared in Zhang Feng's line of sight.
"This is a handwritten scroll from the Han Dynasty. It is a capital stock, and it is also the treasure of our Poetry House. Today, Prince Zhang can come to our Poetry House, and it really brings light to our humble dwelling. This' Poems of the Six Dynasties of Han and Wei 'was obtained by chance. Today, I will give it to Prince Zhang!"
"Hmm?"
Zhang Feng was surprised.
Poems of the Six Dynasties of Han and Wei?
This was a good thing!
In the 21st century, there were only some fragments of this thing, or some fragments collected in some ancient tombs.
But he didn't expect that he would be able to obtain this treasure by coming to this small and nameless study house.
Presumably, there should be a lot of treasures here, right?
Zhang Feng couldn't help but have a bold idea.
Zhang Feng laughed, took the bamboo slips from the servant's hand, and carelessly stuffed them in front of his chest. He said, "Shopkeeper, you are too polite. If there's anything you want, there's no harm in saying it. As long as I, Zhang Feng, can do it, I will do my best!"
"…"
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