Kang Shi: "..."

This "cousin" is completely unacceptable.

How could you hurt your own brother so much?

Unexpectedly, Qishan didn’t have the consciousness of offending anyone at all, and asked with a smile: “Brother, is it wrong to say this?”

Kang Shi really has a crow's mouth.

He just told the truth.

Kang Shi: "..."

Qishan deliberately raised his voice: "Or do you think that the upper and lower grades of the third grade may be greater than the upper and middle grades of the second grade?"

Kang Shi immediately felt a pair of unkind eyes falling on him. He knew who this dear friend was without even looking at him - Chu Wuhui truly regarded Lin Feng and Tu Rong as his biological children.

What could be more motivating to an old father who hopes that his daughter will become a phoenix than denying that his baby is good?

Kang Shi could guarantee that if he dared to respond like this, Chu Wuhui would have to wear small shoes for him one day.

Gu Chi said: "That's not true. I'm not a Qi Yuanliang."

Kang Shi: "..."

Qishan just narrowed his eyes after hearing this.

His eyes stayed on his brother for a few breaths.

Kang Shi: "..."

Ah!

Qi (Bu) Shan's eyes are as bad as Chu Yao's.

As the eye of the whirlpool of contradictions, Lin Feng was not affected.

Her heart was racing, as if there was a deer jumping up and down, and she could only be calmed down by being patiently comforted. She took a deep breath secretly, adjusted her hands that were not under control, and silently recited the key points that she had already learned by heart over and over again.

Finally, she unskilledly drew Wen Qi from Dan Mansion and let Wen Qi flow along the abdominal meridians to her arms.

Finally gathered in the palm of your hand.

At first it was just wisps of light pink.

As time went by, Lin Feng became more and more skillful, and the color of Wen Qi gradually deepened, finally settling on a peach color that is slightly fresher than pink. The condensed air mass of Wen Qi expanded from the size of a pea to the size of a baby's fist, floating one inch in the palm of his hand.

This process took a lot of effort from Lin Feng.

It is even more difficult to refine and solidify the literary spirit.

Chu Yao's eyes were gentle, with a hint of relief.

“It’s great to be able to do this for the first time.”

Once raw, twice mature.

Lingde is young and lacks only practical experience.

Lin Feng was not satisfied with this and his cheeks bulged.

She is now eager to respond to her husband and tell him that she is not weak and that she can do the same things that male literary scholars can do, and she can even do it better and more appropriately.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to compress his energy.

It's just that this group of people is not very obedient.

It took her a lot of effort to make them obey her will, until the air ball turned into a sticky, gelatinous pink color, and turned into a small--wenxin monogram. Each person's Wenxin monogram is unique, in the shape of a printed button.

Different.

The seal of this one is actually a bunch of wheat ears.

The light pink seal passes through the holes at the bottom of the wheat ears.

There is also a wishful knot in the middle of the seal.

"Mr. Lang, look!"

Shen Tang took the translucent and translucent Chinese monogram.

The side is engraved with the four characters "二品上中" in seal script, and the bottom is engraved with the same calligraphy - "Lin Shi Ling De".

Shen Tang was slightly surprised, smiled and handed the Wen Xin monogram to Chu Yao, who looked calm but couldn't help but glance over.

"A great teacher makes a great disciple."

Chu Yao heard the hint behind these words.

At first glance, I saw a familiar grade.

Chu Yao, who had always been calm and self-possessed, couldn't hold back his excitement and said three good words in a row. However, he was excited and rational and did not leave home. He did not forget to ask Lin Fengcai to buy all kinds of sacrifices to comfort the spirits of his blood relatives in heaven. Lin Feng nodded heavily. .

Several others also came together to watch the fun.

It is rare to see someone with a Chinese heart of the second grade.

Otherwise, when a small country like Chu fired three in a row, it wouldn't be so eye-catching and arousing jealousy.

Qi Shan asked: "How many grades does Ling De need?"

Lin Feng looked at him puzzled: "What grade is it?"

Qi Shan said: "The Chinese heart of the second grade is too eye-catching. Before it has grown up enough to be able to protect itself, it should be more low-key."

Her teacher Chu Wuhui is a bloody example.

There are not many literati in this world who are capable of "stealing one thing from another", but if you don't keep them together, you will encounter them. In the eyes of some arrogant people, does a mere orphan girl deserve such a high rank?

It's not impossible to use poisonous means to rob someone.

Isn't this how Chu Wuhui's first second-grade upper middle Wenxin was replaced by a seventh-grade lower upper grade?

The key is that this seventh-grade one has been scrapped.

It's really miserable.

Shen Tang said: "Then let's go down to the ninth rank."

Qi Shan still needs to seek Lin Feng’s opinion.

After all, everyone has the need to show off secretly.

Wealth and wealth never return home, like clothes embroidered at night, who knows? In the same way, Wen Xin's grade is too low, who knows that she is proud of her talent and has endless potential? Not everyone is like their own lord who treats "nine-grade inferiors" "I have a soft spot and don't blush at all.

Lin Feng said softly: "Well, if you listen to your husband, it's fine if you're in the ninth grade. I'd like to trouble the registrar."

Qi Shan took the position of the chief administrator of Ha Yin County.

As for other part-time positions, we will not go into details.

Qi Shan flicked his sleeves and the disguise was complete.

He handed the inscription back: "Take it."

Before Lin Feng reached out, Shen Tang intercepted him.

"Mr. Lang?"

"Your hands are still shaking, let me put it on for you. From today on, Lingde will learn to be on her own." He smoothly smoothed the peach-pink tassels of the inscription on the heart and patted her shoulder.

Lin Feng blushed: "Yes, my lord."

She had the urge to never take off her monogram for the rest of her life.

Pat your cheek.

Use cool palms to cool down your hot face.

At the same time, it also cooled down the excitement in her brain. As her rationality returned, she suddenly remembered something. But this question was not for Shen Tang.

"Teacher, the student is suspicious."

Chu Yao asked: "What's the doubt?"

"The student just saw a majestic palace towering into the clouds... What is that? The previous notes given by the teacher did not mention it..." In order to smooth the condensation of Wen Xin, Chu Yao collected everyone's experience in condensing Wen Xin. Lin Feng reference.

Lin Feng recalled his notes but could not find the answer.

"A majestic palace towering into the clouds?"

Shen Tang's curiosity was aroused.

Chu Yao: "The giant palace?"

Several other literary scholars also attracted attention.

"What kind of huge palace?" Qi Shan asked.

Lin Feng described it carefully.

The key point is the scene of the carved windows of the giant palace. The steps under the giant palace are three or four meters high and the stone bridge leading to the giant palace.

The stone bridge was also strange, with every step leading to a view - the scenery gave people a sense of reality and captured her heart.
To be continued...