Bai Yueguang, who became regent after rebirth

Chapter 78 So You Can't Write?

"What is the third brother writing?"

Feng Xinlan walked over curiously to wait and see, and saw a pair of handsome poems appearing in front of her eyes, with sharp edges and corners like a knife's edge, majestic, vigorous and powerful brushstrokes, an ethereal aura emerged spontaneously, and a sense of pride and naturalness rushed to her face Coming here, at first glance, it is a masterpiece from the past and present.

The only fly in the ointment is a conspicuous ink dot.

"Third brother, I didn't mean to."

Apparently she also understood the reason of the matter, a pair of eyes made of stars flashed an innocent expression, a pitiful appearance, which made people unbearable to blame.

She apologized like this, Zhan Wenjiang shouldn't blame her, right?

Zhan Wenjiang looked at the hairy head in front of him, his throat was a little itchy, hiding the raging emotions in his eyes, and rubbed her head with a smile: "Why are you here?"

"Third brother, you must not have imagined what good things happened to me today!"

Feng Xinlan was successfully led away by him, and immediately grabbed his arm and shook him coquettishly.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

What Chu Wenyuan reported earlier flashed through Zhan Wenjiang's mind, and he understood it, and still put on a curious look on his face, prompting her to continue talking.

"Well... let's tell third brother later!"

After thinking about it carefully, Feng Xinlan still decided to bury this matter in her heart.

Not to mention that she couldn't reveal her identity as a rebirth, just how shocking she is as a woman and a businessman.

It is better not to say so as not to be exposed.

As everyone knows, the vest she is clutching tightly does not exist at all, and someone has already seen it clearly.

"it is good."

A smile flashed in Zhan Wenjiang's eyes, and he didn't expose her, after all, he was also wearing a vest, wasn't he?

Flicking the rice paper on the table with one hand, there is no need to keep the defective ones.

"Hey, how can you throw away such a good thing as the third brother?"

Feng Xinlan exclaimed, picked up the thing like a baby, and gave him a reproachful look.

If not for her boldness, it hasn't been long, and someone who was trembling a few months ago has dared to stare at her now.

"Dirty."

The rice paper stained with ink spots was unfolded on the soft white hands, as if black stains had fallen on a piece of clear white paper.

It's really dazzling.

She should be clean and delicate, these colors should not appear on her body.

"What a beautiful poem, it's a pity that the third brother threw it away."

Feng Xinlan bit her red lips lightly, racking her brains but couldn't think of any words of praise, so she could only praise dryly.

Although she couldn't understand what it meant, the things written by the future regent must be good things, so it's right to praise them.

"Then tell me what's good about it?"

Zhan Wenjiang looked at the way her nose and eyebrows were wrinkled and felt it was funny, deliberately making it difficult.

"Hmm... the third elder brother's handwriting is really shocking, with majestic gestures and gestural gestures. This handwriting should only exist in the sky, and how often do you hear it in the world! It is really unprecedented, and there is no one in the past. It is as if there is a god in writing! "

Feng Xinlan's small face was wrinkled into a ball with bitterness, and she could only come up with a few words after searching her brain, and poured them out together.

"Stop, what are you talking about?"

The more Zhan Wenjiang listened, the more he had a headache, and he interrupted her eloquence, feeling a little helpless.

"I don't know if I'm using the right words, but it's better than saying nothing."

Feng Xinlan lowered her head and muttered a little aggrieved.

"Starting today, you will study the Four Books and Five Classics with me every day."

Zhan Wenjiang was about to be laughed at by her, and she was wronged?

Turning his head away from her pitiful eyes, he ordered Zhan Qi to bring a set of small tables and chairs, and spread the books in front of Feng Xinlan.

"Read a book."

With her thin lips parted slightly, she said two words coldly, and turned her head away from looking at her.

"Third brother, I don't want to study."

Feng Xinlan glanced at the books he had placed on the table, with a displeased expression on her face, she pouted and said, with tears in her eyes, she looked very lovable.

It's not that she hasn't read these books before. Not long after she was reborn, she still wanted to overwhelm Feng Suilan with her knowledge, but she really wasn't suitable for reading, and couldn't read a word at all.

She simply gave up this path, anyway, she has the secret of rebirth, so she is not afraid of being unprepared.

"It's not up to you."

Zhan Wenjiang didn't look at her begging eyes, flipped his wrist lightly, dipped a little ink on the tip of the pen, dipped it on the rice paper, and then swung the pen down, the handwriting was flamboyant and domineering.

Feng Xinlan was a little stunned looking at his chic and neat handwriting. As expected of her third brother, not only is he handsome and extraordinary, but the ligatures are also so domineering and sideways that people can't take their eyes off.

"Read a book and see what I do."

Zhan Wenjiang couldn't bear the disturbance, put down the brush in his hand, gave her a sideways look, and said coldly.

"I was just thinking, the word third brother is simply too perfect!"

Seeing this, Feng Xinlan quickly withdrew her gaze and looked at the rice paper on the table, without blinking her eyes, and said with admiration on her face.

"Come and try."

Zhan Wenjiang was in a good mood after being praised by her, and handed her the brush in his hand, and said lightly.

"Oh."

Feng Xinlan took the brush, looked at it in front of her eyes, and gently dragged the brush with her hand to write stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

When she finished writing, the two of them fell silent while looking at the words on the paper.

One is vigorous and powerful, with a pen that moves like a dragon, and the other... a ghostly drawing talisman?

How could she write so ugly! ?

"Go and practice ten characters."

Zhan Wenjiang had a headache and raised his forehead.

When she brought the copybook earlier, he thought she knew some poems, but unexpectedly she couldn't even write well.

She is indeed a delicate young lady.

"Oh……"

Feng Xinlan had nothing to say, and took the copybook handed over by Zhan Qi awkwardly, and began to copy it.

But she was really not the material for studying, she surrendered within the time of a cup of tea, looking around in boredom.

"Third brother, what are you going to do?"

Feng Xinlan put his chin on Zhan Wenjiang's table, his eyes rolled around, and asked suddenly.

"College article."

From the corner of his eye, Zhan Wenjiang glanced at the rice paper lying carelessly on the small table next to him, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

If it's words, it's better to say that it's more believable.

But he also knows that this kind of thing can't be done overnight, it can only be done step by step.

"article?"

Feng Xinlan opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

The third brother is very good at life and can write articles.

"Third brother is really good. I don't know anything. I will learn from my third brother in the future."

Feng Xinlan looked at him with a teachable expression, her eyes were full of admiration.

"If you're really that patient, I don't mind if you learn to write."

"Third brother, you must be tired from writing articles, I'll wash some fruits for you!"

As she said that, Feng Xinlan ran towards the small kitchen without looking back, as if there was some scourge behind her.

(End of this chapter)