Han Fei dared not bet on him.

But talent, he is stuttering, and he suffered a great loss innately.

"Did you intend to enter the palace to listen to the sermon?"

Meng Yi asked with a gentle smile.

Looking at Meng Yi, who looked like a handsome young man, looked like a handsome young man.

Han Fei couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

"I...I...I...but...I...but I have this intention."

Then he took out several book scrolls from the package behind him.

"This...this...this...this...this...this...this's clumsy work, and...this...this evaluation!"

Meng Tian frowned when he heard the sound.

This shocked Han Fei and thought to himself that something was wrong.

But Meng Yi's expression did not change. He gently stretched the book and asked, "Do you have a mouth disease?"

Han Fei nodded with a dim expression.

"It's okay, just write!"

Meng Yi handed a blank bamboo slip to Han Fei, and then began to read Han Fei's words in the book.

After a while, Meng Yi slowly let out a breath.

"Although there are flaws in the book, it has its own talents."

"However, the book may not be cast by Mr. Meng Yi will discuss it with Mr.

"I don't know the name of the sir?"

Han Fei worshiped: "Ji surname, Han clan, Han Fei."

"Han Fei?"
Chapter completed!