my brother-in-law is the prince

Chapter 3 Shuzi
Hu Yan, Guozijian's sacrificial wine, was as usual, and after a short nap, he went to the toilet to pay his respects.

He is a slow person, he can see everything, and he is calm in everything.

Everything was as usual, entering the latrine, stepping on the stepping boards in the latrine, at this time Hu Yan was still thinking about an article he read today, even though he was in the latrine at this time, he was so excited that he couldn't help but sigh. The voice read silently: "An ancient gentleman who established himself and practiced himself, and was admired by others, was not..."

boom……

Hu Yan's words stopped abruptly.

Hu Yan, who was squatting in the latrine, first had a blank head, then bent down, like a porcupine, and rushed out with his panties screaming.

This latrine is a dry toilet, and the place to squat in the pit is connected to the cesspit below. After the muffled sound, Hu Yan's whole body was covered in golden things, both embarrassed and stinky.

Hu Yan raised his trouser belt and howled, "Who, who is it?"

While talking, I saw a group of teenagers running away in a hurry.

Hu Yan stood where he was, his mind went blank.

When he gradually began to accept the reality, this humble gentleman who was originally from Nanchang Prefecture in Jiangxi Province during the Yongle Dynasty and was rarely known for his cultivation of kung fu could not help cursing angrily: "Poke the aunt!"

.........

Hu Yan, who had been bathing for a full hour, arrived at Minglun Hall aggressively and summoned all sentient beings. He was still angry and shouted sharply, "Who did it?"

The young men were silent like cicadas, but they were completely silent.

Are these all descendants of military generals and heroes, or are they out of loyalty and betraying their classmates?Despicable!
Zhang Fu stood upright, and couldn't help feeling complacent. He couldn't help being proud of doing such a great thing.

but……

Although everyone is silent.

At this time, the eyes of the teenagers were all looking at Zhang Fu one by one.

The smile on Zhang Fu's face gradually disappeared.

Betrayal is definitely not betrayal, but as a young man, it is reasonable that he can't hide things in his heart.

Zhang Fu subconsciously said: "Men... It's not me!"

When he said these words, Hu Yan was not only angry, but also an indescribable humiliation mixed with the anger.

He insulted the old man's IQ!
Then there was a roar in Ming Lun Hall: "Among all living beings, there is nothing more stubborn than you!"

Sonic boom rubble!

Hu Yan, a Confucian-born Guozijian Jijiu, has now transformed into a martial artist who is good at boxing.

Zhang Fu: "Aww..."

Zhang Anshi is a kind person, he is sad for the death of a rabbit, he cannot bear to watch the scene of Zhang Fu being punished.

But...everything has a good side, at least now Zhang Anshi...has finally succeeded.

Fortunately, he has taken a big step forward from the most evil relatives of the emperor with his own efforts, and now... he has become No.2 from the bottom.

It seems that if this continues, the whole city of Nanjing will change his image, he...be a man again!

Zhang Fu's ass was almost smashed, and he left school with the support of all the teenagers.

Although he was beaten, his face was full of red, and he babbled: "Brother Zhang, am I being loyal? I didn't confess to everyone."

Zhang Anshi raised his thumb: "Guan Yunchang's rebirth is nothing more than that."

Zhu Yong also nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, expressing his approval to Zhang Fu.

Zhang Anshi said again: "It's rare that we are all loyal people, we share the same temper, and we are all righteous, why don't we burn yellow paper and be brothers?"

Zhang Fu was limping, the words just now were his last stubbornness, in fact he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak now.

Zhu Yong was full of enthusiasm: "Okay, okay, let's get married in Taoyuan."

Hu Yan didn't study every day, after all, he was the Imperial Academy offering wine, and according to the rules, he taught one day's homework every five days.

Five days later, Zhang Anshi rushed to the school excitedly, Zhang Fu and Zhu Yong had already arrived, and Zhu Yong yelled: "Get married, get married!"

Even Zhang Fu also said: "Master Hu is about to start class, you need to hurry up!"

Zhang Anshi smiled and said, "I brought the yellow paper."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of yellow paper from his sleeve.

"Which one of you brought the chicken?"

"Chicken?" Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu looked at each other, "Why do you want to eat chicken?"

Zhang Anshi sighed and said: "It's not about eating chickens, it's killing chickens. We are serious brothers of the opposite sex. Of course, we have to be justified. Killing chickens and drinking chicken blood is a life-threatening friendship."

Teenagers are precisely the ones who pay the most attention to the sense of ritual. Of course, this sense of ritual can probably be called Secondary School.

After Zhu Yong listened, the little chicken pecked the rice and nodded: "An Shi knows everything, but where can I find the chicken?"

Zhang Anshi coughed: "I just heard the rooster crowing just now."

Zhang Fu's eyes lit up: "Ah, this is the chicken raised by Master Hu."

Hu Yan is a clean streamer, after all, he is an academic officer, and thanks to the blessing of Emperor Taizu Gao Zhu Yuanzhang, the salary of officials is extremely low, and life in Nanjing is quite difficult, so his family raised seven reed chickens in the backyard.

Zhang Anshi sighed, "It's urgent, what should I do?"

"It's a pity that my injury is still not healed, otherwise..." Zhang Fu became anxious at this time.

Both looked at Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong stared wide-eyed: "I won't let me steal sex!"

…………

Giggle...

Clap it, cut it off with a knife.

In the corner of the front yard of this school, among a pile of weeds, the reed chicken tilted its neck, and blood spattered out.

Holding the knife, Zhu Yong bared his teeth, then put the knife away, cursing: "This must be a hen, chirping."

The three of them burned yellow paper, drank chicken blood, and then naturally performed a clichéd performance, nothing more than the routine of being born in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

Zhang Anshi is the oldest and has become the eldest brother.

Zhu Yong is next, he is the second child.

Zhang Fu is the youngest, so he can't help being young.

When they heard the sound of the clapper, the three hurriedly ran to Minglun Hall.

Hu Yan was in a particularly good mood.

He is elevated.

After all, time can always dilute bad memories.

Just as the "Shangshu" said, tolerance and virtue are great.

He was the same as before, and he couldn't help showing a reserved and polite smile when he was teaching, as if the previous unhappiness had never happened.

After a class is over, he doesn't care whether the teenagers listened attentively. You can't go deep into everything. What if you find something?
So after class, it was Hu Yan who was the first to run away with a bucket.

After another class, I can't help but feel happy.

He returned to the back house and was about to go back to his study.

But at this moment, I heard a voice: "Come, come quickly."

This is Mrs. Zhou's voice.

Hu Yan frowned, he didn't like his wife's daily fuss.

But the legs still went in the direction of Zhou's without disappointment.

"Master, you... you... come and count..."

Hu Yan's eyes fell on the chicken coop, and he read calmly: "One, two...five, six, seven..."

The seven characters just came out half way, but quickly shrank back.

Hu Yan's breathing began to be short. He stretched out his fingers this time, fearing that he might have missed it, and continued to count: "One... two... six... where is the chicken, where is the chicken? Why is one missing?"

Zhou said: "Could it be lost?"

"Where is it, I usually don't get lost in the courtyard..."

When Hu Yan said this, his body couldn't help trembling, his face was sallow, and he seemed to think of something in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, yes, it must be those sticks!"

"Zhuzi? Could it be those children that the master is talking about? But they are children... let alone your disciples..."

Hu Yan almost jumped up: "Just because I am a student of this old man, I feel bad about it. I am a teacher, don't you know what I taught myself?"

Hu Yan felt distressed.

It's not about the chicken... No, it's about the chicken. A chicken that grows so big is worth a lot of money, almost worth Hu Yan's salary for a few days.

Zhou suddenly remembered something: "What you said, I think that this morning, there was a man who was not small, always poking around in the backyard..."

"Is he black-faced and has a mole on his forehead?"

"Exactly!"

Hu Yan beat his chest and stumbled, screaming, "Zhu Yong...is not a son of man!"

(End of this chapter)