I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

When you first arrive in a place, you naturally have a lot to arrange.

The three shopkeepers are still waiting for Baicaoshi to strategize and seek development plans.

But Baicaoshi is now full of Zhe Yu's exam tomorrow, and he is tired all the way, so he drives everyone away. No matter how big it is, it's not as big as my husband's exam. You all go back, the day he jumped the dragon's gate with a carp, is the beginning of your restaurants and medical clinics taking off.

The yard rented by Shanyao has four rooms, one for Bailishi, Luluweng, and Baixiaoshu, and one for Zheyu and Baicaoshi.

Now there are Tie Lanxin and Zhenyilou.

Xiaoshu, I want to discuss something with you. Can you share a room with Mr. Green-headed Weng and make room? Tie Lanxin blinked and coaxed Bai Xiaoshu.

Bai Xiaoshu's head turned quickly, Miss Tie, it's only one room, who will sleep with Big Brother Zhen?

The battle at the Bolai Inn often echoed in Tie Lanxin's mind. The handsome and unrestrained figure of the man holding the sword was imprinted in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it. Therefore, she said more than once that she would take care of Zhenyilou, but she never got the chance. Brother Shinichi is injured, I have to take care of him.

Holding the real first floor wrapped by himself, he floated directly to the roof. Miss Iron, my injury has healed, don't worry about it.

Mo Feizhan only told Zhenyilou to teach Baicaoshi kung fu. When Tie Lanxin proposed to learn martial arts with Zhenyilou, Zhenyilou immediately floated into the carriage.

It's okay to go to the room if you don't agree with each other?

Tie Lanxin crossed her hips and said angrily, Zhenyi, if you have the ability, don't come down for the rest of your life. She sat cross-legged in the yard directly, and fixed her eyes on the first floor of Zhenyi.

Baicaoshi, who was moving her luggage into the room, stopped on her toes in front of Tie Lanxin, I said, Miss Tie, have you done the mock test for admission to the academy tomorrow? Or, are you going to make a face of Prince Pingzhao's mansion? , go directly to school?

Don't sprinkle salt in people's wounds, how does Tie Lanxin know what test questions are? She just wants to learn kung fu with Zhen Yilou, and only when her fists are hard can she have the strength to speak. After a long silence, she choked out a sentence: Can you say something nice before the exam to make me feel better, and I'll pass tomorrow if I don't.

Entering the room, Zhe Yu asked: Don't you care about whether I can live?

I'll make you sweet-scented osmanthus cake at night. The Wanzhou osmanthus blooms really well. You'll definitely win the sweet-scented osmanthus after eating it!

Zhe Yu touched his nose, today was another day of being fed by Baicaoshi. Adhering to the poem of everything can be eaten, new varieties have been developed.

**

The next day, both of them got up very early, and after breakfast, Baicaoshi and Zhe Yu walked to Kunming Academy.

Oh, and there is also a little tail, Tie Lanxin, who changed into a male outfit.

Most of the students waiting for the exam came in carriages. They came from all corners of the country, and most of them were talented people from various counties and counties in Dayan. Of course, there were also high-nosed, deep-eyed Beirong people and rough-looking Xiliang people.

Under the command of Wanzhou officials and academy professors, the students lined up in front of a spacious stone terrace. It can be seen that the local government also attaches great importance to the admission examination of the academy.

Tie Lanxin tugged at the sleeves of Baicaoshi who was in front of her, and said anxiously: I roughly counted, and there are more than five hundred people here. But Kunming Academy only admits more than a hundred people, which means that everyone Most people have to fight back and forth.”

Or, I'll be more generous and give you two pieces of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Zhe Yu. With his auspicious aura, maybe you can win the osmanthus cake too. Now that it's too late, Baicaoshi can only tease her. nervous.

All the students were checking the certificates, and when they got to Zhe Yu, the teacher caught a glimpse of the Baicao Poetry behind her and the package in her hand, and her face sank. You are not allowed to bring prostitutes into the exam. You are here for the exam, not for pleasure.

Baicaoshi: ... She is a genuine wife, how is she like a prostitute?

Before she could open her mouth to defend, Zhe Yu had already released her power. Please show some respect. This is my family, not some prostitute.

Family? The teacher was very embarrassed. Among the students who took the exam yesterday, one came from Yanjing, and there was a beautiful woman in pink beside him. That handsome appearance is comparable to the one in front of him. It's just that Baicao Poetry is more elegant.

Coughing, the instructor covered up his embarrassment and continued to check the credentials. Holding up Zhe Yu's recommendation letter, he said coldly: The exam started yesterday, why didn't you come to report?

It's a long journey, and it takes time. Zhe Yu answered truthfully.

The academy exam is no joke. How many people arrived half a month early. Since you don't care so much, and you are missing two grades, why waste your time today?

The teacher repeatedly offended her, making Baicaoshi jump, she patted the teacher's table, and said forcefully, Since we have received the recommendation letter, we are eligible to take the exam. This is the rule set by the academy when it was established. Could it be Is the teacher sure that we won't pass the exam?

A few quarrels are enough to attract the attention of all candidates. Several disciples of Yanjing's high school couldn't help whispering when they saw Zhe Yu's face clearly. Have you noticed that this candidate looks like a person?

Who is like whom?

The second generation ancestor of Yanjing rubbed his eyes and blinked, Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for several years. It's specious, not sure. I think he looks a bit like... the fifth prince.