The literati is not very useful under Wu Xian's tent, but he can't help but like to visit everywhere. The literati has seen Chen Tang from afar. His face is too beautiful and handsome. If he doesn't look at the other person's waist, he will definitely be considered a woman, and a beautiful woman who can surpass the beauty of the world. However, these thoughts have completely dissipated in the face of the literati.

"No matter how you look at it, are you all women?"

Zhao Feng: "Your man is a poetic and charming person..."

The scholar rolled his eyes: "Our daughter still has the talisman of a brave tiger. How could she suddenly grow roots after running away from home for two years?"

Zhao Feng: "...Can you stop being so vulgar?"

The scribe smiled, as if mocking Zhao Feng for saying something about Sven one day. Zhao Feng was ridiculed by him, but he was thick-skinned and could not break the defense: "Even if... even if... Chen Jun is a daughter, so what? It's meaningless."

Big guys are allies now.

Chen Tang's side showed strong strength again.

Can the coalition forces of the Dragon Slaying Bureau still want to make trouble?

Wen Shi said: "Why is it meaningless? Are you not curious about why this Chen Jun can unite literary mind? She/he has done something that no one has done for more than two hundred years..."

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

Zhao Feng was not sure what his colleagues thought and defended him: "Why are you sure that no one has done it for more than two hundred years? Maybe it has happened before, but it is unknown that he has not yet grown up and died. In my opinion, you are thinking too much-"

The scribe knocked on the table with the handle of the knife fan.

Dad, every sound is rhythmic.

After a long time, just when Zhao Feng thought he was no longer making a fuss, the scholar said quietly: "To be honest, there were two dragons fighting over Xiaocheng back then. You won't know what this means. Why, there has been no news since then?"

Zhao Feng was a little confused at first, not knowing what he said.

When I understood, my face suddenly changed.

He stood up in place, and the scribe comforted him, "There is no need to be such a big reaction. I have applied the word spirit before I come in. No one can hear you even if you shout. These words of self-centeredness are only spoken here and will never be transmitted to the outside."

Even so, Zhao Feng lowered his voice.

Seriously said: "This matter is quite slight..."

He was even more worried about his daughter's safety.

The scribe also whispered: "Because you know, you must make it clearer. You have to save your lord and be so angry. Have you ever thought about it-"
Chapter completed!