Eight Hundred and Sixty: I Opened a Fake Live Broadcast Room (6)

After more than half an hour of busy work, Wei Ci has become dirty, and his whole body is covered with an indescribable stench.

But seeing the way he treats the pony seriously, he is so gentle that it seems that his whole body is covered with a layer of soft light, which makes people subconsciously ignore his embarrassed appearance. Jiang Pengji didn't leave, but stared at his profile seriously.

Dabai turned his head and found the little pony beside him after a while, whining.

This is a beautiful young man who is completely white and spotless!

It stretched out its tongue to lick off the remaining mucus on the pony's body, its eyes were a little gentle, and it couldn't see the sturdy appearance on the battlefield.

Wei Ci looked at Dabai's appearance, with a pure and innocent smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to stroke its mane, wondering what he was thinking.

Although born nearly a month prematurely, the foal has inherited the excellent bloodlines of its parents, and it didn't take long for it to try to stand up. It took some effort to tear the umbilical cord, staggered and tried to get up from the ground, and tried several times without success.

Li Yun outside the stable stared straight at the little pony. Seeing that it had failed several times, he was so anxious that he rushed over to help it.

Seeing his appearance, Wei Ci smiled and said, "Let it get up by itself, and Han Mei don't come here to make trouble."

Hearing this, Li Yun was depressed for a while, but then got up again and continued to look at the pony with relish.

Although it is a newborn foal, if it grows up smoothly, it will definitely be better than blue. Li Yun has picked up a treasure.

Wei Ci got up, probably because he had been sitting on his knees for too long, and he was still a little dizzy after getting up.

He collected himself on the spot, waited for his legs to regain consciousness, and then left the stable calmly, and took the dry cloth towel from the groom.

Wei Ci said to the groom, "Stay here, Dabai's afterbirth will be delivered in about half an hour, remember to put it away, so as not to be swallowed by Dabai. If after an hour, the afterbirth has not been delivered, remember to send someone over to find me Or find a veterinarian."

The groom nodded and bowed in response, but secretly admired Wei Ci in his heart.

He is an ordinary citizen, and in his mind, the concept of high and low is rather vague.

If another scholar came over, he would definitely laugh at Wei Ci for doing these dirty jobs, but the groom felt that Wei Ci knew a lot.

"Kids remember it.

"

Wei Ci wiped off the filth stained on his arms, and cleaned his hands carefully, the stench still lingered at the tip of his nose.

He said to Jiang Pengji, "Master, Ci will go back to the residence first."

Disgraceful, which is very rude.

Jiang Pengji nodded in agreement, Wei Ci wiped the sweat from his forehead with a clean handkerchief, let out a long sigh of relief, and set off for home.

Seeing Wei Ci leave, Jiang Pengji said to Li Yun who was smiling silly, "Han Mei, I'm leaving first."

Li Yun said, "Respectfully send off the Lord."

Turning his head and continuing to be infatuated with the pony.

Jiang Pengji shook her head, Li Yun's obsession with Liangju had gone deep into her bone marrow, and it was hopeless.

At this time, she saw the audience asking if the newly born foal had a name. If there was no name, she would work together to get one.

She thought about it, then turned to ask Li Yun.

"What would you like to name the horse?"

Li Yun ordered this horse from her several months ago. As the owner, Li Yun is naturally qualified to name the horse.

Which of the good horses from ancient times does not have a majestic name?

Not to mention, Fu Wang's peerless horse has a name of Trafeng - Zhui Dian.

As for Jiang Pengji's mount, ahem, it was definitely an accident.

Obviously they are rare and peerless horses, but one is called Dabai and the other is called Xiaobai. No matter how cute they sound, how can they be majestic?

Li Yun scratched his head, he was not good at naming this job, so he kicked the ball back.

"Why don't you give me a name, my lord?"

Jiang Pengji was silent for a while, and the audience in the live broadcast room frantically sent barrage——

Don't let the anchor get a name, she's a useless name picker!

However, their voices were not conveyed to Li Yun, and what they were most worried about happened.

Glad to hear it, Jiang Pengji thought for a while, and said seriously, "Look at it's whole body is white, how about calling it 'Baibai'?"

Li Yun: "..."

My lord, can this baby take back the request to be named just now?

Jiang Pengji asked, "Is it not good?"

How could Li Yun dare to say something bad, if he said something bad, Wan'er would know about it and wouldn't make trouble with him.

"No, no, no—the name is very good, and it is a beautiful white horse."

Jiang Pengji left contentedly, and Li Yun sighed melancholy as he looked at the stumbling horse standing up in the stable.

"Although the name Baibai is a bit unpleasant, but the name is given by the lord and cannot be changed."

Li Yun looked at his future "comrade-in-arms" melancholy, and told the groom to take good care of Bai Bai.

The groom nodded and bowed in response, not daring to raise any objections. Accidentally let the poisonous snake into the stable to scare the pregnant horse. Now we need to redouble our efforts to take good care of the newborn foal in order to make up for the mistakes.

On the other side, Wei Ci took an unremarkable path and returned to his mansion all the way.

Seeing his distressed appearance, the servant was almost taken aback.

Which cesspit did my husband fall into? How did he become like this?

Wei Ci said plainly, "Go and prepare hot soup and clean clothes."

"Yes, little one, let's get ready."

The servant was very efficient. Wei Ci immersed his body in water with a suitable temperature, and the sore muscles relaxed.

He washed it twice with pig lings, and then washed off the peculiar smell on his body, changed into clean clothes, and burned incense carefully.

After a while, he listened to the porter's report that someone was visiting outside.

"Who is it?" Wei Ci took the greeting card, looked at the handwriting on it, and smiled, "Let You Mo come in."

He originally planned to go to Cheng Jing to talk about the old days, but he didn't expect Dabai to happen, so he almost forgot when he got busy.

Just after taking a bath, his hair was still wet. It was very impolite to meet guests like this.

However, he and Cheng Jing are brothers in the same school, and they are close, so it doesn't matter.

Seeing his appearance, Cheng Jing laughed and teased, "It's not in Langya now, why is Zixiao more and more lazy?"

Wei Ci replied with a smile, "How can you slack off when you see a gentleman?"

Cheng Jing almost rolled his eyes in his heart, if Wei Ci had to bathe and burn incense every time he saw him, why didn't he get this kind of treatment before?

"You're getting sharper and sharper." Cheng Jing said with a smile, "I usually keep the medicine pots close to me, but now I'm alive and well. I really should let those who are worried about you see. It's the land here that can support people. Look at your face, look at it. It’s much better than before, and the teacher can feel relieved after knowing it.”

Although Wei Ci was the last one to join Mr. Yuan Jing's school, he had studied in Langya Academy longer than Cheng Jing who was the first student. When Wei Ci was born, the horoscope was a taboo, if Mr. Yuan Jing hadn't happened to be visiting Wei's mansion, maybe there would be no Wei Ci.

Strictly speaking, Mr. Yuan Jing not only has the grace of education to Wei Ci, but also has the feeling of saving lives.

The two are both teachers and friends, and in Wei Ci's heart, Mr. Yuan Jing is also his other father.

"I have been away from home for several years, I don't know how the teacher is doing now."

In his previous life, Wei Ci moved to Bianzhou in Zhongzhao with his tribe very early, and he did not see his mentor Yuan Jing for more than 20 years.

Furthermore, many students under Mr. Yuan Jing died directly or indirectly at the hands of His Majesty. Because of this reason, Wei Ci in his previous life also had no face to see his teacher. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: