"What a gift! My talents will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

"What a quatrain for the ages!"

Fusu stood on the second floor.

Quietly watching everything Zhang Xiao did.

The eyes are filled with light!

Feeling great!

This verse.

It contains great wisdom! Great spirit! Great realm!

"Since God gave birth to me, there must be a place where I am needed!"

"When the money is used up, these lost things will still come back in the future!"

What confidence this is! How free and uninhibited!

Only scholars who are truly talented in their hearts.

Only then can you write such a poem!

Fusu felt shocked!

What I have seen in my life.

That's all!

"This is what a man should do..."

Fusu breathed out a breath, as if he saw the tall back of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi from Zhang Xiao's body!

There is a kind of pressure that suppresses the stars in the universe and the vastness of the world!

“This man is not only a good storyteller!”

"The literary talent is also unparalleled in the world!"

"We even have an army like White Horse Yi Cong who is not weaker than the Empire's Golden Fire Cavalry!"

“The origin is unusual!”

"If we can become close friends, it will definitely be of great benefit to Da Qin and my father!"

Fusu has already identified Zhang Xiao as a capable minister in his heart!

"Now, I will write a letter to report this person to my father."

"I hope my father can recruit him into the palace!"

This is the thought.

Fusu originally planned to go out for a walk.

The steps stopped.

Turn around and go back home to write a letter.

…

"Zhang Liang, the third master of Confucianism, is known as the best scholar in the world!"

"He speaks well and quotes from classics. He can be said to be the most talented guy in the Qin Dynasty!"

"But, he was in front of Mr. Zhang Xiao..."

"Haha~"

"I feel like I was so beaten in an instant that I couldn't even see anyone!"

Nong Yu smiled and covered her mouth softly, showing her gentle and gentle beauty.

The sun is beating down on my face.

Particles of light, like fine sand, spread over Nongyu and Zinu's bodies with great texture.

It gives them a different kind of beauty.

"What you and I see are the same."

Zi Nu nodded slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a slow sip of water.

After putting down the teacup.

She held her chin with her right hand, tapped the tea eucalyptus with her left hand, and looked outside leisurely.

"Mingjian has half a hairpin and one hairpin."

"There is no place in this life where we will not meet each other."

"Tsk tsk~"

"To be able to write this poem, Mr. Zhang Xiao's life experience has been enriched!"

The purple girl chuckled.

Youyou spoke.

"I have to quickly write down the poem just now."

"After this, it's Mr. Zhang Xiao's poetry collection!"

Nongyu covered her mouth with a smile, picked up a pen and wrote down the poem just now in a small notebook.

"I really don't know what Confucian expressions will be like when they hear these lines of poetry."

There was a trace of expectation in Zi Nu's eyes.

It seems that they really want to see the shocked expressions of Zhang Liang and others.

…

Mohist family.

Agency City.

On a steep mountain peak, pavilions, pavilions, corridors and eaves are built close to the mountain, which is strangely dangerous and reaches the sky.

Inside the mountain.

It was even more hollowed out!

The waterfall is flowing down!

The huge gears bite each other and rotate slowly under the impact of the water flow, providing power to the entire huge machine city!

In front of the pool.

A beautiful figure, wearing a long aqua dress, a silver crown on her head, and pale blue eye shadow on her eyes.

Beautiful face.

Indifferent and proud.

But after seeing a figure sitting by the water.

There was a bit of tenderness and enthusiasm on her pretty face.

"Sister Duanmu, what are you looking at?"

Snow Girl moved her lotus steps lightly, and her jade feet as white as lotus stopped beside Duanmu Rong.

She lifted up her long skirt, sat next to Duan Murong, and asked softly.

"The latest storybook."

"A storyteller named Zhang Xiao told a story in the snow."

"It's quite beautiful. Do you want to take a look?"

Duan Murong turned around, with a gentle smile on her delicate and pretty face.

That smile, like the coarse linen clothes she wore, was simple and generous, with a hint of simplicity and kindness.

Doctors are kindhearted.

love without border.

Duan Murong's every move exudes a maturity and stability that does not match her age.

This is the result of being immersed in medical skills for more than ten years.

"Oh~"

"I accidentally heard my disciples mention it once."

"It seems that our two names are mentioned on it?"

"Real or fake, show me!"

Xue Nu hugged Duan Murong's arm and looked through the storybook with a smile.
To be continued...