Chapter Thirty-Four: Feng Shui (Seeking Recommendations!)

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  Wei Zhao stopped again, holding the roughly carved sculpture, looked up at the two people in front of him who were staring blankly and had turned bright red with embarrassment, and said calmly: "It's very simple, Brother Chu is fainting from blood. Xiang Qiang, go spray some more."

  "Oh" Xianglian hurriedly walked over again with the teacup, thinking that as long as it wasn't a fake resurrection, everything would be fine.

  As he watched Xiangqian bring over the tea cup, Feng Youli suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face in public, not only loudly but also painfully. Especially since he thought he was always playing cat and mouse with her, now he was being played by the mouse in his heart. The anger of the usually proud Feng Youli can be imagined.

  He had always thought of himself as superior, looking down on Wei Zhuo, and it was only to increase the fun that he hadn't exposed him for so long. But who would have thought that after teasing him every day, today he was actually pecked in the eye by the bird.

  He felt his face burning hot, scorching hot, and without looking, he knew that his face must have turned bright red!

  Fu Jiong looked at Wei Xiao, who had awakened Chu Han with just one move. His eyes were filled with admiration as he stared at the small knife flying in his hand, and he exclaimed excitedly: "Teacher, you really have a way."

  Her face slightly red with embarrassment, she glanced at Wei Xiao, and quietly glared at Fu Yang.

  Xiangliang's small mouth puffed up just as an old man was dragged in, hurrying in hastily. The little girl had been holding a grudge and immediately recalled the cold ridicule and sarcasm that several people had directed at Young Master earlier. Her puffed-up small mouth quickly dissipated amidst the eager gazes of the crowd.

  Gululu, gululu, gululu, three mouthfuls down the belly.

  Everyone was stunned, and Xiangqiang actually drank the water.

  Wei Zhao glared at her with a mixture of laughter and tears, shaking his head in annoyance. The little girl immediately ran over, stuck out her tongue, and stretched out her small white hand to gently pat Wei Zhao's shoulder. Her small fist was soft and boneless, without any strength.

  The doctor came quickly, naturally not from outside, Wei Xiao didn't know that there was one inside the building. The doctor had white hair and dry hands, he touched Chu Han's wrist, immediately furrowed his brow, looked at Chu Han's face with turbid eyes, then lifted his eyelids, immediately looked dissatisfied, treated Chu Han's right hand, bandaged it, then turned around without looking back, carrying the medical box walked away.

  Walked a few steps before reluctantly transmitting two words: "Fainted."

  The old doctor's words made Feng Youli's face burn with anger again. Looking at Chu Han, who was unconscious on the ground, he let out a cold hum with anger filling his chest.

  She puckered up her cherry lips, and her slender figure quietly leaned towards Wei Xiao's side. Her beautiful eyes blinked as she stared at his flying right hand, seemingly curious about him.

  Lan'er stood behind Yiyun, and she couldn't help but feel that her own family wasn't going to come out on top, and she furrowed her little brow.

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do. Chu Han was still lying on the ground, showing no signs of waking up.

  With a courteous gaze, Wei Xiao swept over the serene and focused carving of Yu Ran. Although his heart was still seething with anger, this time he had Yi Yun by his side, so his heart wasn't too unbalanced. He forced out a faint smile and said, "I'll go."

  After finishing speaking, Feng Youli raised a cup of tea and poured it into his mouth, suddenly spitting it onto Chu Han's face.

  Chu Han's eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he let out a low hum as he sat up with a dazed expression. When he saw the crowd in front of him clearly, he suddenly jumped up with a start. Recalling what had just happened, his face turned extremely awkward, looking at his bandaged right hand, he also knew that his unseemly side had been seen by Yiyun, and with a defeated look, he let out a sigh, his expression instantly turning disheartened and dejected, hanging his head in shame as he said to Yiyun: "Chu Mou has lost his composure, and can no longer show his face to the young lady. Farewell."

  After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeve, with a face of grey defeat and hesitation, turned around decisively and left.

  I thought Yiyun would say something to stop him, but now she just nodded lightly and looked at Chu Han's back with a sigh in her eyes, without making a sound. Chu Han was filled with sorrow, walking step by step towards the outside. The voice he longed for in his heart did not ring out, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the door, looking down at the threshold, his expression mournful, he sighed, lifted his foot and stepped over.

  But just as he took a step, his expression calmed down again, and he clenched his fists tightly, feeling the piercing pain. Suddenly, his face flushed with excitement, and he said in a low voice: "I can't just leave like this, I won't let Miss Yvonne look down on me, I want to make her know that I have talent." After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, looked around heavily, and nodded his head heavily. He turned back again, gazing at the door that had just left with deep affection, took another deep breath, and quickly walked towards the central high platform of the Buddhist temple.

  Feng Youli watched as Chu Han left, but by rights, since they had entered together, they should have exited together. However, Wei Zhao was still sitting there, enjoying himself with a maidservant massaging his shoulders and drinking tea, so how could he bear to leave just like that?!

  He made a great effort to adjust his breathing, making himself as calm and composed as ever, but every time he glanced at Wei Zhuo's focused expression, his face would burn with a scorching heat, and a surge of anger would rush straight to his brain.

  Fu Yan's face was excited, looking at the always calm and composed teacher, while observing and imitating, he secretly thought in his heart: 'My decision was indeed correct, the teacher didn't even need to blow dust to sweep Chu Han out of the door.'

  Little girl Little Fist kept tapping gently on Wei Zhuo's shoulder, big eyes shining brightly, tilting her white neck and muttering to herself: 'What does Young Master want as a reward?'

  With a calm and natural expression, she gazed at the carving in Wei Zhao's hand, her eyes revealing a hint of interest.

  Feng Youli suppressed his anger, gently swaying his feather fan, and smiled calmly: "Miss Yiyun doesn't need to worry, Chu brother is just temporarily confused, after a few days he will be fine. Let's continue our couplets."

  She slightly furrowed her brow, looking at Feng Youwei's extremely suppressed cold eyes, and then glanced at Wei Zhuo, who was self-satisfied, with a hint of strange smile on the corner of her mouth, and nodded lightly.

  Feng Youli nodded slightly as he met eyes with Yi Yun, but his gaze quickly shifted to stare at Wei Xiao, the anger in his heart reigniting once again.

  His anger surged up again, almost uncontrollable. To be fair, Feng Youli was indeed talented. He lowered his head and saw the feather fan in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Listen well, Miss Yinyin."

  "When the fan is fanning, the wind comes out and the movement of the fan creates the wind."

  With a hint of rhyme, she slightly furrowed her brow, and then lightly laughed: "The waterwheel follows the water, when the wheel stops, the water stops."

  Feng Youli's expression changed slightly, this couplet was a stacked word couplet, a cause-and-effect couplet, with each ring linked together, and it should also be considered half an absolute, he didn't expect that Zhang would respond with the rhyme so readily.

  However, the more talented and beautiful a woman is, the more she arouses a man's desire to conquer her. With a fiery glance, his thoughts racing, he turned to Wei Zhao and said, "Wei brother, why don't we join forces? The three of us can make some noise together. Although your poem 'Three Geese' is somewhat common, it is indeed a fresh and elegant work."

  Fu Yan's mouth twitched as soon as he mentioned that three-duck poem. This family is really ignorant, they still think the teacher is inferior to him!

  Xiangliang's small face was also flushed with a strange smile all over her face. She exchanged a glance with Fu Yang, and the two of them found it even harder to bear.

  Her face changed slightly, her lips pursed lightly, her white skin flushed with a hint of red, her beautiful eyes sparkled, becoming even more stunning and charming, with countless expressions.

  "I'm not good at fighting pairs." Wei Xiao's arm didn't stop, and he replied with a focused expression.