Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He stepped onto the carriage, and Cen Feiyu followed suit.

The stove had been lit in the carriage, making it warm.

The seats in the carriage are all soft couches, which are very comfortable to sit on.

There was also a low table in the carriage, which was filled with Fenghe's favorite snacks and hot tea.

Feng He was wearing a sky blue long dress today, and her hair was done in a simple and elegant bun, which looked very lively.

Because he was going to school today, the maid did not put on any makeup for him.

When they arrived at the school, it was exactly 7:00 p.m. Feng He patted his chest and said, "Phew! Fortunately, I'm not late."

Feng He took Cen Feiyu into her classroom: Qingsi Hall.

At this time, Qingsi Hall was basically full of people, all of whom were young masters and young ladies of similar age to him.

Feng He walked to the only empty seat.

As soon as he came in, he became the focus of the whole classroom.

Feng He tried her best to remain oblivious.

Cen Feiyu opened the wooden box and placed Feng He's writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone and books on his desk.

Then Cen Feiyu was about to go out.

Feng He: ? ? Why did Cen Feiyu go out? Who would tell me about his going out?

[Generally, servants wait outside for their masters. They have a special place to rest. But you are an exception. Ever since the original master dozed off in class and was called up by the old teacher to answer a question, he stammered and couldn't say anything. So he brought Cen Feiyu to Qingsi Hall. In case he could report you at any time, to avoid making a big fool of himself.]

Feng He: Oh, so that’s how it is. Then are other people’s servants not in there?

[Yes, because you have a strong background, the teacher won’t do anything to you even if you ask for special treatment. Besides, your seat is always at the back of the classroom, so you won’t affect others at all.]

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief, OK, that couldn’t be better.

"Wait, why are you leaving? Sit here!"

Cen Feiyu's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively, "Miss, will you still let me stay in Qingsi Hall this year?"

"What else?" Feng He said unhappily.

Feng He was angry once before and said she wanted to replace him and find another servant.

I didn't expect that he would still come with me today and continue to sit in the classroom.

Looks like I forgot again...

It's good for the lady to be a little stupid.

Cen Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief. He could still continue...

[Ding! Cen Feiyu's favorability +10, cumulative favorability -20.]

Feng He opened her eyes wide. How come the favorability increased so much all of a sudden?

He asked Cen Feiyu to serve him in the classroom, but he didn't expect Cen Feiyu's favorability to increase...

[……] I just want to learn. This is my passion for knowledge, and I'm also giving you some goodwill.

In fact, increasing the favorability is a good thing, because if Cen Feiyu becomes emperor very early in the future, then if he wants to be the queen, he will still have to rely on him.

Feng He felt relieved after she figured it out.

What's more, he was afraid that he would not know the ancient Chinese and would not understand what the teacher was talking about. That would be terrible.

The first class was when the old teacher was teaching them classical Chinese. Feng He basically didn't understand a single word the teacher said, and after the teacher explained it once, he forgot it after a while.

Cen Feiyu, on the other hand, listened very attentively. Feng He quietly observed Cen Feiyu and found that he was taking notes on paper with a charcoal pencil.

Feng He: “…” As expected of the male lead, he is so serious.

Unlike him, he hasn't even picked up a pen for such a long time, even though Cen Feiyu had already ground the ink for him.

Feng He felt a little bitter. The original owner of this body seemed to be extremely lazy, which had affected him and made him not want to study anymore.

So, in order to maintain his personal image, he simply began to doze off with his head supported by his hands.

Cen Feiyu looked at Feng He in silence. It was clearly not even half an hour yet.

The lady wanted to sleep again...

Too delicate...

After a boring class, there is some time to relax, which lasts about an incense stick of time.

Fenghe was sleepy during class, but became energetic as soon as the get out of class was over.

He stretched.

Cen Feiyu, who was silently organizing the class content, was slightly absent-minded.

Feng He asked Cen Feiyu: "Did you bring any snacks? I'm a little hungry."

Cen Feiyu replied: "Yes, but in the carriage outside the school."

Feng He motioned to Cen Feiyu to get his snacks.

Feng He left Qingsi Hall alone and visited the ancient school.

He found that there was a classroom similar to Qingsi Hall at regular intervals, with a similar layout.

It should be the place where students in grades higher than theirs take classes.

The ground outside was full of green grass, and there were peach and plum trees, forming a peach and plum forest.

There is a stream where the grassland extends, with bluestone paved banks and weeping willows gently caressing the water surface.

Pink and white petals are floating on it.

Students usually use this stream to wash the ink in their brushes.

The system previously said that they would also learn courses such as horse riding and archery, so there must be a horse farm and shooting range in the school.

Wow, it’s worthy of being an ancient aristocratic school.

"Miss Feng, nice to see you again."

Zhao Changyu walked along the bluestone slab with a smile towards Feng He who was standing by the stream.

Feng He heard someone calling him, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was the young general.

This time he took a serious look at Zhao Changyu. He was indeed the son of a general. He had the bearing of a general at such a young age.

He has a tall and strong figure, and his expression is both unruly and resolute and passionate.

You can tell at first glance that he has been a martial artist since childhood, and has a good family background.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just saw you and called you." Zhao Changyu smiled generously.

Zhao Changyu was followed by a servant boy, who was holding an oil-paper bag that was still steaming hot. The servant boy was not very old, and he glanced at the bag from time to time, as if he was about to cry because of his greed.

It seems to be food.

Feng He secretly tilted his neck to observe.

He stole a glance at the golden crust and juicy meat, which looked like roast chicken.

Feng He swallowed secretly, she really wanted to eat it.

Zhao Changyu also noticed Feng He's gaze. He shook his head with amusement and took the oil paper bag from the servant's hand.

He picked up a handkerchief, tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Feng He.

He handed the remaining oil-paper bags to the servant boy and told him that the rest were his.

The book boy was so happy that he smiled foolishly with a look of happiness on his face.

"Miss Feng, please eat. This is a free-range chicken specially raised by the general's mansion. It is very nutritious and healthy. It was also carefully prepared by the family's cook. It should be suitable for your stomach."

Zhao Changyu was obviously shocked by Feng He's last move in Zuixianlou.

Feng He's eyes lit up after hearing these words. He immediately took the handkerchief and took a bite of the tempting chicken leg.

It's just that the chicken leg was very hot, and he didn't dare to take a big bite for fear of burning his mouth. Only a few neat and cute little tooth marks were left on the chicken leg.

Mmm, so delicious!

Feng He's face showed a sweet, innocent expression, full of happiness.

This look is so attractive. It makes people want to give him the best. Let his expression last forever.

He felt that Feng He could not simply be described as a "fool" as the rumors said. From the two times he had been with her, Feng He was clearly a very cute and naive person.

Using the word "straw bag" is too derogatory.

Zhao Changyu was a little stunned. It seemed that he didn't need to eat the roast chicken. He could just watch Feng He eat.

He is full.