When the red sandalwood box was taken to Feng Yiyan, the weight of the box made Feng Yiyan raise his eyebrows. As the former owner of this box, Feng Yiwu was naturally familiar with his beloved thing, and his hands were swaying gently...

The originally heavy wooden box has now become light and fluttering. I'm afraid there is only one book left in this box... Feng Yiyan raised her eyebrows higher and opened the red sandalwood box casually. Sure enough, there is only one book left in the originally full red sandalwood box.

The cover that looks simple, "Tang Poetry and Song Ci"? He frowned slightly, and he understood that the poems and lyrics were just what the Tang and Song lyrics were? And he was very sure that he had never read this book, let alone given it to his daughter. This book is not published on his own, so this book...

"Is this book your master gave to you?"

"No, it was given by my senior brother. The poems I copied came from here." Feng Feifei's words were full of temptation, and there was a sense of naughtyness in her eyes.

"Oh~" Feng Yiyan's eyes lit up. Although she could see that the expression in her daughter's face seemed to be a little wrong, when she thought of those poems that made people feel fragrant and could make people forget to eat and sleep, Feng Yiyan still felt that she could not withstand the temptation.

"The poem I copied is only an excerpt from a very small part of it. The remaining poems and essays are not short of articles that are comparable to those I copied, and even more beautiful essays..."

The greater temptation was thrown out directly, and Feng Yiyan instantly lost resistance. No matter what expression was wrong or the look was wrong, it was not a problem. No matter how much there was a problem, it was just a book. What could it hurt him or what could it hurt him?! Besides, this is my daughter. It was a bit of a trick to tease her, but it was absolutely impossible to harm her!

Think about the poems I just talked about that make people feel fragrant. What's the point of being teased!

Thinking of this, Feng Yiyan stretched out her hand and picked up the book in the wooden box...

Open...

Feng Yiyan's eyes lit up first, and small, neat and wide characters came into view. The first impression was that they were so comfortable~, and then looked at it carefully...

"This, this..." The originally comfortable little eyes froze there in an instant, and the face couldn't help but twitched a few times.

What the hell is this?! The words missing from the arms and legs almost made Feng Yiyan spit out a mouthful of old blood. The feeling was like watching a whole nest of fragrant white rice porridge in front of him. He was about to take a scoop to serve. However, after stirring, he found that the white rice grains below were accompanied by black rat shit. The feeling was so difficult to express in words.

"Father, if you look closely, you can still recognize those words..." Feng Feifei secretly lowered her raised corner, so she said seriously, "By the way, in addition, their writing habits are different from ours. When writing this book, it is based on the habits from left to right, from top to bottom. So, father, you have to read according to their writing habits..."

A group of divine beasts and grass mud horses ran over their heads, and did they rush their feet?

The hand holding the book couldn't help but tremble. This time he understood why his daughter showed such little eyes. This is such a naughty guy~

When the red sandalwood box was taken to Feng Yiyan, the weight of the box made Feng Yiyan raise his eyebrows. As the former owner of this box, Feng Yiwu was naturally familiar with his beloved thing, and his hands were swaying gently...

The originally heavy wooden box has now become light and light. I'm afraid there is only one book left in this box... Feng Yiyan raised her eyebrows higher and opened the red sandalwood box casually. Sure enough, there is only one book left in the originally full red sandalwood box.

The cover that looks simple, "Tang Poetry and Song Ci"? He frowned slightly, and he understood that the poems and lyrics were just what the Tang and Song lyrics were? And he was very sure that he had never read this book, let alone given it to his daughter. This book is not published on his own, so this book...

"Is this book your master gave to you?"

"No, it was given by my senior brother. The poems I copied came from here." Feng Feifei's words were full of temptation, and there was a sense of naughtyness in her eyes.

"Oh~" Feng Yiyan's eyes lit up. Although she could see that the expression in her daughter's face seemed to be a little wrong, when she thought of those poems that made people feel fragrant and could make people forget to eat and sleep, Feng Yiyan still felt that she could not withstand the temptation.

"The poem I copied is only an excerpt from a very small part of it. The remaining poems and essays are not short of articles that are comparable to those I copied, and even more beautiful essays..."

The greater temptation was thrown out directly, and Feng Yiyan instantly lost resistance. No matter what expression was wrong or the look was wrong, it was not a problem. No matter how much there was a problem, it was just a book. What could it hurt him or what could it hurt him?! Besides, this is my daughter. It was a bit of a trick to tease her, but it was absolutely impossible to harm her!

Think about the poems I just talked about that make people feel fragrant. What's the point of being teased!

Thinking of this, Feng Yiyan stretched out her hand and picked up the book in the wooden box...

Open...

Feng Yiyan's eyes lit up first, and small, neat and wide characters came into view. The first impression was that they were so comfortable~, and then looked at it carefully...

"This, this..." The originally comfortable little eyes froze there in an instant, and the face couldn't help but twitched a few times.

What the hell is this?! The words missing from the arms and legs almost made Feng Yiyan spit out a mouthful of old blood. The feeling was like watching a whole nest of fragrant white rice porridge in front of him. He was about to take a scoop to serve. However, after stirring, he found that the white rice grains below were accompanied by black rat shit. The feeling was so difficult to express in words.

"Father, if you look closely, you can still recognize those words..." Feng Feifei secretly lowered her raised corner, so she said seriously, "By the way, in addition, their writing habits are different from ours. When writing this book, it is based on the habits from left to right, from top to bottom. So, father, you have to read according to their writing habits..."

A group of divine beasts and grass mud horses ran over their heads, and did they rush their feet?
Chapter completed!