Swing the Weapon, Beating the Good Person!

Hua Shuyue still couldn’t figure out how Hua Qianqian managed to write the poem about plum blossoms in advance.

Could it be that she, like herself, had traveled from a future era?

This thought flooded Hua Shuyue’s mind, making it impossible for her to calm down.

So she quickened her pace and followed in the direction of Hua Qianqian.

By now, the area outside the West Hall was crowded with people, all waiting to donate the items they had prepared.

Feeling a bit tired, the old lady leaned on Madam Cheng and went ahead to Moxue Garden.

Cheng Zhen glanced at the crowd gathered outside the West Hall and said to Hua Qianqian, “Qianqian, let’s wait a bit before going over. It’s better to avoid unnecessary trouble in crowded places.”

“All right, as long as you’re not in a hurry to go to Moxue Garden for the feast,” replied Hua Qianqian.

“Qianqian! You’re teasing me again!”

Cheng Zhen blushed and playfully reached out to tickle Hua Qianqian.