"Hahahaha, Mr. Zhao, your outfit is pretty good!"

"As the saying goes, 'The Zhao family has a good girl, who named herself An Ming. An Ming is happy dress, outside the city gate of the porridge'..."

A classmate of Zhao Anming began to write inappropriate poems while surrounding Mr. Zhao.

The scholars next to them were all holding their stomachs and smiling happily.

Mr. Zhao has the intention to kill people.

He gritted his teeth and said two words in difficulty.

"Peat porridge!"

After finishing the delivery early, go home early, and you can lose someone for a while!

The people next to Zhao Ce were also laughing loudly.

While laughing, he said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao is also a trustworthy person."

"Yeah, Mr. Zhao has no other choice. If he doesn't do this, he may not be able to gain a foothold among scholars."

"Hey, don't look at Mr. Zhao's righteousness on weekdays, wearing this little lady's clothes is a bit unique."

After saying that, he laughed and lined up to give him porridge.

Mr. Zhao had no choice.

When wearing women's clothes, people will be laughed at most.

But if he directly breaks his trust, he will probably be in a state of chaos in the imperial examination.

So even if Mr. Zhao vomits blood, he will cry and finish what he has done today.

Su Caier, who was watching from the side, also recognized Mr. Zhao, who was much more complaining than an ordinary woman.

Listening to the people next to him, Su Caier couldn't help but cover her little mouth and laughed.
Chapter completed!