Datang: I Became a God of War and Was Recognized As a Relative by Empress Changsun

At least the previous Li Zhenying never wanted to step into Li Feng's room.

It was as if Li Feng's room was a dragon pond and a tiger's den.

Just when Li Feng was stunned, Li Zhenying on the side saw Li Feng's figure and quickly stood up.

Regardless that she was in Li Feng's room now, Li Zhenying walked straight to Li Feng's side and asked with a puzzled look:

"Brother Feng, I just heard that something happened to Yu Wenhao's medicinal soup. What happened?"

Hearing Li Zhenying's words, Li Feng couldn't help but regain his senses.

Looking at Li Zhenying with a confused look in front of her, Li Feng smiled and told Li Zhenying what happened to Yuan Tiangang just now.

"That's it!"

Li Zhenying was stunned after listening to Li Feng explain the whole thing, and then said with emotion:

"Brother Feng, you said that Taoist Yuan has sacrificed a lot in order to improve his physiognomy. This may be the way for countless poor students in the Tang Dynasty to seek knowledge."

Immediately, Li Feng looked at Li Zhenying, who was thoughtfully in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

What is this girl talking about?

Are these things what I just said?

Li Feng never thought of it, it was just a simple matter, Li Zhenying was able to think of so many things.

It can even be abruptly related to the knowledge-seeking path of underprivileged students.

Such divergent thinking made Li Feng think of the reading comprehension of the previous life.

With the same divergent thinking and the same in-depth analysis, Li Feng has no doubt that letting Li Zhenying do reading comprehension will definitely get full marks.

Thinking about it, Li Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"Okay, Zhenying, don't think about it so much. I will solve the old-fashioned matter of Yuan Tiangang, so don't think about it anymore."

With that said, Li Feng turned around and walked to the desk beside him and sat down.

On the desk in front of Li Feng, the four treasures of the study are also very complete, and even there are thick stacks of white paper.

It seemed that Yuan Tiangang prepared these things for future guests.

Looking at these things on the desk in front of him, Li Feng could not help but sigh,

"Perhaps Yuan Tiangang's small courtyard is really 'there are great scholars in chatting and laughing, but there are no white people'."

Thinking about it, Li Feng slowly took out a brush from the pen holder beside him.

Li Zhenying, who was on the side, looked at Li Feng's actions and immediately understood that Li Feng was going to write something.

Although full of doubts about what Li Feng was going to write, Li Zhenying hurriedly stepped forward to start grinding for Li Feng.

"Brother Feng, why are you ready to start writing suddenly? What are you going to write?"

look up,

Li Feng looked at Li Zhenying who was bewildered and said with a smile:

"Zhenying, I'm not doing this for Yuan Tiangang's ox-nosed old man, but for Yu Wenhao's health to get better soon, how can I help that poor student Yuan Tiangang!"

"Pfft!"

Li Zhenying couldn't help laughing when she saw Li Feng's funny face in front of her.

"Brother Feng, how can you say that Yuan Daochang is a poor student?"

I……

Hearing Li Zhenying's words, Li Feng's face was sluggish, and he looked at Li Zhenying in front of him incredulously...  

Why do I say Yuan Tiangang is a poor student?

Isn't that what you Guingamp said yourself?

Did I just hallucinate?

Shouldn't it be?

long silence,

Li Feng still lowered his head, picked up the brush, and swiped across the inkstone filled with ink, hanging on top of a piece of white paper.

As for Li Zhenying on the side, Li Feng still gave up communicating with her.

The ghost knows how far Li Zhenying's reading comprehension will expand in the end.

However, Li Feng knew very well that in the end, the person with the headache must be Li Feng.

Immediately, Li Feng no longer cared about Li Zhenying who was grinding beside him, but slowly closed his eyes.

At the moment when Li Feng's eyes were closed, a pile of five elements and gossip kept surging in Li Feng's mind.

Feeling the picture in his mind, Li Feng couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

Time is passing little by little,

After an unknown amount of time, a drop of ink slowly condensed on the tip of the brush Li Feng was holding.

Watching that drop of ink grow and grow, it was clear that he was about to drip.

At this time, Li Feng had already closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Zhenying, who was on the side, looked at Li Feng, and quietly put down the ink in her hand, daring not to make a little noise, for fear of interrupting Li Feng's thinking.

At this moment, the ink condensed on the tip of the brush in Li Feng's hand finally fell slowly.

From disconnection to complete free fall....

Chapter 292

Chapter two hundred and ninety-two writing hard, the shadow on the desk

"drop!"

A faint crisp sound rang out.

Suddenly, Li Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Before Li Zhenying could react, Li Feng had already started to write on the paper with the drop of ink before the drop of ink penetrated the back of the paper.

Li Feng carried a brush and wrote very fast.

In a short time, a few blank sheets of paper full of things were put aside by Li Feng.

And Li Feng's hand never stopped.

Pieces of white paper were filled with things under Li Feng's pen, and then they were put aside.

Li Zhenying, who was on the side, came back to her senses, and looked at the blank sheets of paper with handwriting that suddenly appeared in front of her, and Li Feng, who was holding a pen and dancing incessantly, was writing 25. Li Zhenying could not help but smile bitterly. stand up.

Li Zhenying never thought that she was just stunned for a short while, and Li Feng had already written so many things.

However, after seeing the speed at which Li Feng moved the white paper, Li Zhenying was relieved.

Because Li Feng changed the white paper too fast, Li Feng had already changed a piece of white paper before Li Zhenying blinked.

But this speed also made Li Zhenying curious about what Li Feng wrote.

Thinking about it, Li Zhenying couldn't help but pick up a piece of white paper on the table, wanting to see what Li Feng wrote.

Seeing the content on the white paper in her hand, Li Zhenying's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of confusion.

Because of the things written on the blank piece of paper in his hand, Li Zhenying really couldn't understand what these things were.

I saw that on the white paper in Li Zhenying's hand, all kinds of gossips of the five elements were densely drawn, and many words were written.

When these words and patterns were taken apart, Li Zhenying basically knew them all, but when they were combined together, Li Zhenying was stunned.

After careful study for a long time, Li Zhenying finally put down the blank paper in her hand.

After Li Zhenying's very careful research, she finally determined one thing, that is, what Li Feng is writing now is about physiognomy.

Simply, Li Zhenying stopped paying attention to these drawings written by Li Feng.

I don't know how long it took,

Li Feng finally wrote the last handwriting, put down the pen in his hand, and rubbed his slightly sore arm.

Stretching for a while, Li Feng looked at the neatly arranged manuscripts in the corner of the table in front of him, and Li Zhenying, who was lying on the desk and closed his eyes, couldn't help smiling slightly.

"Silly girl!"

Li Feng never thought that the silly girl Li Zhenying would accompany him all the time, watching her write this thing, and she was sorting out her manuscript.

And for such a long time, he didn't even notice it at all.

Sure enough, there must be a virtuous woman in the family. It is also a good enjoyment to help me organize the manuscripts.

Thinking about it, Li Feng couldn't help but get up and find a pair from the bed beside him, and put them on Li Zhenying's body.

After all, it's almost winter now, and the weather is getting slightly cooler.

So Li Feng was still a little worried that Li Zhenying would get sick.

"Hum!"

As if feeling something on her body, Li Zhenying opened her eyes in a daze.

Looking at the extra clothes on her body and Li Feng standing behind her, Li Zhenying couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart.

Immediately, Li Zhenying looked at the unorganized drawings on the desk in front of her, and couldn't help but say:

"Brother Feng, have you finished writing?"

Saying that, Li Zhenying took over the unorganized drawings on the table, and organized them together with the previous manuscripts in the order she thought about.

Seeing this, Li Feng couldn't help but laugh, stretched out his hand and rubbed Li Zhenying's small head, and said softly:

"After writing, there is not much to write, and it will be finished soon. In fact, there is absolutely no need for you to accompany me here. What if you catch a cold?"

"uh-huh!"

Hearing Li Feng's words, Li Zhenying narrowed her eyes slightly, holding the manuscript sorted on the table with a smile and handing it to Li Feng,