Kang Shi: "…"

This "cousin" can't be asked for.

How could he harm my brother so much?

Unexpectedly, Qi Shan did not have the awareness of offending people at all, and asked with a smile: "Brother, is Shan's mistake in this?"

Kang Shi is indeed a crow's mouth.

He was just telling the truth.

Kang Shi: "…"

Qi Shan deliberately raised the volume: "Or, Brother A thinks that the third grade and the upper and lower levels may be bigger than the second grade and the upper and middle levels?"

Kang Shi immediately felt a pair of bad eyes falling on him. He knew who this kind brother was without having to look at him. Chu Wuhui sincerely treated Lin Feng and Tu Rong as his biological children.

What else can stimulate an old father who has the hope of "wishing his daughter to become a phoenix" than denying that his baby is excellent?

Kang Shi dared to promise that he would dare to respond like this, and Chu Wuhui would not know when he would wear small shoes for himself one day.

Gu Chi said: "Not even though he doesn't mean he is Qi Yuanliang."

Kang Shi: "…"

Qi Shan just squinted when he heard this.

His eyes stayed on his brother for a few breaths.

Kang Shi: "…"

Oh!

Qi (not) good-looking look is as bad as Chu Yao.

As the whirlpool eye of contradiction, Lin Feng was not affected.

Her heart was surging, as if a deer was jumping up and down, and only by patience could she be quiet. Take a deep breath in the dark, adjust her uncontrollable hands, and recite the key points that had been chewed well over and over again.

Finally, she was not very skillful in drawing Wen Qi from Danfu, allowing Wen Qi to flow along the abdomen meridians to her arms.

Finally gathered in the palm of your hand.

At first it was just a slight pink color.

As time goes by, Lin Feng becomes more and more adept, and the color of the literary atmosphere gradually deepens, and finally it is frozen in a slightly brighter pink color. The air mass condensed by the literary atmosphere extends from the size of a pea to the size of a baby’s fist, suspended by an inch in the palm of his palm.

This process consumed a lot of Lin Feng's energy.

It is more difficult to refine and condense the literary spirit.

Chu Yao's eyes were gentle, with a hint of relief.

"It's great to be able to do this for the first time."

Once you are born, twice you are familiar with it.

Ling De was young, but all he lacked was practical experience.

Lin Feng was not satisfied with this and his cheeks bulged.

She is now eager to respond to Langjun and tells Langjun that she is not weak and that she can do what a male literary scholar can do, and even do better and more appropriately.

Grief your teeth and try to compress the air mass.

But this group of people is not very obedient.

It took a lot of effort to make them obey her wishes until the air ball turned into a viscous, gluey pink, and turned into a small, Wenxin flower-like stick. Everyone's Wenxin flower-like stick is unique, and the seal-like stick looks different.

This ink is actually a bunch of wheat ears.

The light pink print passes through the hole at the bottom of the wheat ears.

A Ruyi knot was also made in the middle of the seal.

"Langjun, look!"

Shen Tang took the clear and shiny Wenxin charm.

The four characters "Second-Second-Shangzhong" are engraved on the side, and the same characters are engraved on the bottom - "Lin's Lingde".

Chen Tang was a little surprised and smiled and handed Wen Xinhua to Chu Yao who was calm, but couldn't help but glance at him.

"A famous teacher produces a great disciple."

Chu Yao heard the hint behind this.

When I looked, I saw a familiar grade.

Chu Yao, who had always been calm and self-control, couldn't help but feel excited and said three good things in a row, but no matter how excited he was, Reason did not run away from home. He did not forget to instruct Lin Fengcai to buy various sacrifices to comfort the spirit of the blood relatives in the sky. Lin Feng focused his attention.

The others also came to watch the fun.

It is rare to see Chinese hearts on the second grade.

Otherwise, if Chu State had three of its small country in a row, it wouldn't have been so eye-catching and jealous.

Qi Shan asked: "How many grades do Lingde want?"

Lin Feng looked at him in confusion: "What kind of rank?"

Qi Shan said: "The Chinese heart in the second grade is too eye-catching. Before you grow up to have the power to protect yourself, keep a low profile."

Her teacher Chu Wuhui is a bloody example.

There are not many literary scholars in this world who are capable of "stolen from the pillars", but they may not be able to collide with them. In the eyes of some arrogant people, is a mere orphan girl worthy of such a high-quality grade?

It is not impossible to take the initiative to take the lead.

Isn’t Chu Wuhui’s first second-grade top-grade Wen Xin replaced by a seventh-grade bottom-grade?

The key is that this seventh grade lower and lower one has been scrapped.

It's really miserable.

Chen Tang said: "Then let's go down to the ninth grade."

Pray for goodness and still seek Lin Feng’s opinions.

After all, people have the need to show off secretly.

He is rich and noble but not home, like walking on the night with embroidered clothes, who knows it? Similarly, Wenxin’s grade is too low, who knows that she is proud of her talent and has unlimited potential? Not everyone has a special liking for "nine-grade underworld" like her lord, and she doesn’t blush at all.

Lin Feng said softly: "Well, students listen to your husband, and the ninth rank is also very good. Please trouble the chief clerk."

Qi Shan took over the position of Princess He Yin.

As for other part-time positions, I will not elaborate on it.

Qi Shan brushed his sleeves and pretended to be done.

He handed Wen Xinhua back: "Hold it."

Before Lin Feng could reach out, he was intercepted by Chen Tang.

"Langjun?"

"Your hands are still shaking, I'll put them on for you. From today on, Ling De will learn to be alone." He smoothed Wen Xin's peach-pink tassels and patted her shoulder lightly.

Lin Feng blushed: "Well, lord."

She had the urge to never take off her petitions for the rest of her life.

Pat the cheek.

Use cold palms to cool your hot face.

By the way, she cooled down her brain, which was so excited that she could not stop. As reason returned, she suddenly remembered something. But this question was not asked by Chen Tang.

"Teacher, the student has doubts."

Chu Yao asked: "Why do you doubt it?"

"Students just saw a magnificent palace towering into the clouds... What was that? The previous letters given by the teacher did not mention it..." In order to smoothly gather Wenxin, Chu Yao collected the experience of everyone gathering Wenxin for Lin Feng's reference.

Lin Feng recalled his writings but found no answer.

"A magnificent palace towering into the clouds?"

Chen Tang was curious.

Chu Yao: "Giant Palace?"

Several other literary scholars were also attracted by attention.

"What kind of giant hall?" Qi Shan asked.

Lin Feng described it carefully.

The key point is the scene of the giant hall carving with windows. The giant Her Highness has three or four high steps and a stone bridge leading to the giant hall.

The stone bridge was also strange, with one step at a time - the scenery gave people the real feeling of being in it and touched her heart.

"The plaque, there is no hall written on it, there is only the word "Agricultural". The word is dazzling and almost unable to open it..." Lin Feng said as his voice gradually lowered - she found that several gentlemen were very concerned about this "giant hall" and frowned.
To be continued...