: The lost dog escaped! (Second update!)

Zhang Heng straightened his clothes and was about to prepare for the impact of fans, but the next moment he was stunned.

The group of people looked at it and rushed straight towards Zhang Shu, all with smiles on their faces.

"You are Zhang Juzheng, hahaha. When I saw you, you were one of those talented poets. Wow, you fulfilled all my imagination of a talented poet. Hehe, you are seven feet tall, with jade trees in the wind, and you are loved by heaven and earth. Aura...hahaha, I have admired it for a long time!"

"Brother Zilin is right. Look at this face. It is said that he is from the Song Dynasty. I heard that the four most beautiful men in ancient times felt ashamed even if they stood in front of Brother Ju Zheng. Ju Zheng My brother is not inferior to their beauty, and even more talented than they are..."

"Brother Ju Zheng, my sister is only twenty-eight years old..."

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A group of people were giggling at Zhang Shu, saying "Ju Zheng" and "Beautiful Man". All the Zhang family brothers were stunned, and so was Zeng Xiaokuan. He was a little confused: "Didn't I point to Ju Zheng? Why do they all think that Zhong Zhong is the right one?" ?”

None of the three brothers spoke, and the prison guards finally felt that something was wrong.

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other. Finally someone asked: "So... you are Zhang Juzheng?"

This was said to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at Zhang Heng and said: "This is my third brother Zhang Heng, whose courtesy name is Juzheng. I am the eldest brother Zhangju, whose courtesy name is Ju'an. This is my second brother Zhangshu, whose courtesy name is Zhongzhong."

Everyone fixed their gazes on Zhang Heng. Some looked disappointed, some looked shocked, and some seemed to be comforting everyone and themselves: "It's... pretty good. Although I'm a little younger, but He looks more delicate, and after a few more years of growth, he will look better than his second brother. Although it does not suit our men's aesthetics, for young ladies, such a man is probably more popular, right? That's good. Good."

"Ha! That's right, that's good, that's good." Someone answered with a dry smile, but it was always awkward.

Everyone else also said it was very good.

Zhang Heng: "..."

Zhang Jun retreated to the outside of the crowd, pinched his tangled muscles, and sighed secretly: This is indeed a bit burly, and it does not conform to the aesthetics of literati, but it is normal...

Everyone asked again about the twenty-four poems written by Zhang Heng. Some of them were more informed. They also asked about Fan Lou's nostalgia for the past and how Zhang Heng composed so many poems in a short period of time. , how do you consider words and sentences, and how much accumulation do you usually do...

Zhang Heng was overwhelmed by himself, and people kept gathering behind him. Students from Taixue came over to have breakfast with their hair disheveled. Because of the cold weather, there were not many who were wearing shoes. They were dressed thickly, and some even came over wearing quilts. Yes, I came over to have breakfast and saw him, so I grabbed him and scolded him.

But whether they were students or professors, when they saw so many people gathered in the cafeteria, they all stretched their necks and couldn't help but come closer. If they couldn't squeeze in front, they stood on tiptoes and stretched out He had a long neck and anxiously asked the person in front of him: "What's going on? Is there a fight or something?"

It is human nature to love to join in the fun.

Zhang Heng saw that the situation was not good. The cafeteria was not big in the first place. It only served the three hundred students of Imperial College. The supervisors of the Imperial College and the peak dining period at this time, together with various staff, gathered five people at once. Six hundred people had to crowd the canteen. If there was a stampede, the consequences for my little arms and legs would be disastrous!

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng quickly shouted: "Brother, save me!"

When Zhang Jun saw this situation, he was afraid of an accident and hurriedly squeezed in. His strong arms pulled him, and everyone, whether it was the supervisor, the imperial student, or just speaking, couldn't help but move away.

Zhang Jun was like a plow pulled by a strong ox, turning over the solid soil to reach Zhang Heng. Then he protected Zhang Heng under his armpits, and then got out like a chicken, and then protected Zhang Heng.

Run towards the dormitory.

Zhang Heng fled back to the dormitory and found that the losses this time were too great. Zhang Heng lost a shoe while running away. Zhang He's newly bought Confucian robe had a big tear in it. As for his hair bun falling apart, it was normal.

Already.

Zhang Heng stopped and took a breath for a while. After thinking about it, he felt that he was too busy to study for the time being. He had to wait for these people to calm down before coming back. So he said to Zhang Yu: "Brother, it is not suitable for me to stay here for a long time. Please explain the situation directly to me."

I will go home and hide for a few days, and then I will come back after they have calmed down."

Zhang Xun thought for a moment and it was the same, so he gave Zhang Heng the key to his home and told him: "Remember to read the book when you go back. If you don't know how to cook it yourself, go to Daxiangguo Temple to buy it. Don't worry about money. When

The supervisor will not come to you anymore. I will go back and inform you. Don’t wander around. The Emperor’s feet are not that safe..."

Zhang Heng chattered, divided Zhang Heng's clothes and other items into a package. Zhang Heng took the package and ran home, like a bereaved dog running away.

"You're a big star!...It's normal."

Zhang Heng naturally did not think that he was a lost dog, but he thought of Wei Jie who was being watched and killed, and thought with lingering fear: Otherwise, I should exercise my body. With my talent and appearance, days like this will probably become a daily routine.

If it were weaker, it wouldn't be able to bear it, right?

Zhang Heng fled home, still in shock, but not long after he rested, he heard someone outside shouting: "Juzheng, Juzheng!"

Zhang Heng looked down from the gap in the window on the second floor.

This is Zeng Xiaokuan.

Zhang Heng looked carefully again and confirmed that Zeng Xiaokuan was the only one, then came down and opened the door.

When Zeng Xiaokuan saw Zhang Heng, he said directly: "Ju Zheng, I didn't expect them to be so crazy. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taken them there..."

Zeng Xiaokuan looked troubled: "...But if I don't take them there, they keep annoying me. Do you know that after the news of the Liangyuan Gathering spread the next day, many classmates came to my house to block me.

If I had to bring them to you, I resisted in every possible way, but in the end I could only agree to take them to Taixue to find you, but I didn’t expect that such a battle would arise..."

Zhang Heng pulled Zeng Xiaokuan into the house, then locked the door, poured a cup of hot water for Zeng Xiaokuan, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will hide for a few days and it will be fine. After a few days, the fever should come down.

When the time comes, I will just go to Taipei University."

Zeng Xiaokuan's eyes lit up: "Can I also hide here with you for a few days? There will still be many people blocking me when I go out, and I will definitely bring them to you."

Zhang Heng didn't care and said with a smile: "Of course you can. Anyway, the eldest and second brothers are not at home, and there are plenty of beds."

Zeng Xiaokuan was a little embarrassed: "Can I sleep with you?"

Zhang Heng was a little shocked: "..."

Ha, I'm awesome!
Chapter completed!