The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 1284

The wind was breathless, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"How do you know that Yuan Zhou's house is not haunted?"

Of course I know, you know, what is the friendship between me and the corpse king.

He said it all, there are not many ghosts in Zixiao City.

Anyway, Zhou Yuan's family doesn't exist.

Xin Lin whispered back in his heart.

But she said it.

"Of course I know. Your word 'Zen' is written in a gentle way, without any murderous intent. It doesn't look like it's used as a town house. Besides, if you really want a town house, you will definitely find an eminent monk in the Taichang Temple. You are a handyman." My little monk, the words you write are for nothing."

Xin Lin pouted.

Feng Xi smiled wryly, feeling, he was underestimated by Xin Lin.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, he is actually Tai Changqing.

Unexpectedly, Xin Lin spread out another piece of paper the next moment.

"However, if you promised him, you can't be dishonest. I know Mr. Zhou. When I was in Taoyao Pavilion, I knew that he was notoriously difficult to deal with, but it's a shame. If you don't handle this well This matter, when the time comes to report to Tai Changqing, you little monk will pack up and leave. So I will help you write this word."

"Slow down, Master Xin."

Feng Xi coughed lightly twice.

"What? Are you looking down on my handwriting?"

Xin Lin pouted.

"It's not like that, it's just..."

Feng Xi flicked the seven-colored Buddhist beads in his hand, trying to find a reason that would not hurt Xin Lin, but also make Xin Lin dispel the idea of ​​writing.

The words that go out of Taichang Temple, in the hearts of ordinary people, are no different from treasures, and they are all invited back.

It's not that just a random person can write it and take it out to refill the number.

"Just what? Feng Xi, you must look down on me. Let's make a bet. If I can write better than you, you promise me one thing. If I can't write better than you, I will hire the whole wife for free." Changji eats delicious steamed stuffed buns for a lifetime. How about it?"

Xin Lin waved his hands, his face full of pain.

A Lingxian steamed stuffed bun is one tael, and a hundred monks from Taichang Temple can cost more than 100 taels a day, and tens of thousands taels a year, which is not a small amount.

Thanks to Xin Lin's wealth and wealth, he said it without changing his face.

Seeing Xin Lin's painful and reluctant expression, Feng Xi couldn't help smiling.

"It doesn't have to be a lifetime, just three years."

"Then it's settled."

After Xin Lin finished speaking, he raised his pen and put it down.

Feng Xi didn't look too much, just took his time, eating buns and drinking tea.

The word Fengxi is also unique in the Taichang Holy Court.

Emperor Longteng once praised Feng Xi's words, which are unique in the world, and looking at the Eastern Continent, there are few people who can match him.

Xin Lin is only very old, but he dislikes Feng Xi's words, which makes Feng Xi a little annoyed and funny.

After a while, Xin Lin put down his pen.

"Feng Xi, you come to judge."

"You are the word 'money'."

When Feng Xi saw that word, his expression changed.

"It's the word money. Zhou Yuanwai runs a bank. For him, money is the safest thing. He has been in trouble day and night these days because the money turnover in his several cities is not working well. For a person like him, 'Money' is much more useful than 'Zen'. Of course, we don't talk about the content of the characters, but the techniques. How about my character?"

Xin Lin's big eyes rolled around, looking at Feng Xi.

Feng Xi stared at the word.

The word Xin Lin really doesn't match her age.

It is a cursive character "Qian", which is self-contained. It is simple and mysterious, but also has a bit of majesty. The most rare thing is that the two completely different styles are perfectly blended together.

(End of this chapter)