not good, immortal

Chapter 82
Feng He sat back in the back seat.

She glanced at the school name that could be said to be kept secret from the window, and said to herself: "Thucydides still wrote "History of the Peloponnesian War"."

In the name of a real historian, doing something like this...

She doesn't want to come again.

"Still thinking about things in class?" Bai Ning turned around and asked.

"Huh? You know, Aning?" Feng He was puzzled.

Bai Ning handed over the phone: "Look at this."

It was another video, not long, and it showed her asking Rogge three questions. Although it was just a back view, it was dubbed "The Vernacular Tang Poetry Sister Goes Off Again" by the troublemaker.

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say.

"I saw this and came back quickly, worried about what might happen." Bai Ning explained.

Feng He quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"Why do you have to be sorry? It's very good. It's reasonable and beneficial. The history of our Chinese people can be taught by a foreigner, but it's still taught indiscriminately." Bai Ning supported her very much.

For the first time, the driver master answered, "That's it!"

"Then, I won't cause any trouble for Zhenzhen, will I? Recruit gangsters?"

Feng He was a little worried, and felt that he was a bit reckless just now, after all, Zhenzhen had made so many preparations for her to go to that school...

"How come, look below, all the comments are aimed at you." Bai Ning smiled, what a scam, this kind of positive energy can't be bought by many people.

Of course, these people in the entertainment industry don't have a lot of brushes on their bodies, so they absolutely dare not gossip about culture and history.

Once the textual research party is up, it will definitely overturn.

And it's a waste of brains, it's better to take the route of beauty in the prosperous age and tranquility in the years.

Feng He looked at it according to his words, and sure enough, most of them were:

[What kind of broken school, invite foreigners to teach Chinese history]

[I've heard of it, it seems to be called Aristotle Academy or Socrates Academy? 】

【It's Thucydides College, but it seems that many of those who go to school are going abroad】

[That can’t be taught blindly, he said that we only have two or three thousand years, and I also said that they foreigners forged historical relics]

[Foreign trash get out! 】

……

Feng He watched carefully, she hadn't studied foreign history much.

I happened to know Thucydides, and I accidentally saw a history book on the Internet that day.Then, by the way, I checked the ancient Greek culture at will, so I knew the Phoenician characters...

During her waking time, few things from the West were introduced into China.

Even if there are, there are decorations such as gold and food spices and so on.In terms of cultural writings, it is hardly seen.

She slid her finger up, and what followed was actually a video of her introducing King Wu Zhengshang Gui.

Feng He was taken aback.

It was the first time she saw herself from this angle just now, at least it was just the back view...

but now!
The girl covered her face, why did she turn around just now?

Hearing his own voice coming from the phone was really strange.

However, even a small face the size of a palm cannot be covered with just one hand.

Fenghe saw those comments through his fingers——

[King Wu seeks merchants!Battle of Makino!Zhen Guoli Gui! YYDS! 】

[This is the first time I know the function of bronze wares, I thought they were all used for eating and drinking]

[Upstairs, in fact, most of them are ritual vessels, used for sacrifices]

[It's really amazing, what happened more than [-] years ago, the exact date can be determined]

[Where is this thing now?I really want to go on a pilgrimage! 】

……

"Thank you."

With a flushed face, Feng He handed the phone back to Bai Ning, not daring to look at her.

Bai Ning accepted it with a smile, and casually glanced at the comments above. She hadn't watched this video yet, so after thinking about it, she scanned the comments first.

She probably knew what it was about.

"This is also very good." Bai Ning praised.

Feng He didn't know what to do, he just felt that his limelight was a bit too much, but after hearing what she said, he relaxed a little.

He lowered his eyebrows and thanked him, very well-behaved.

Bai Ning just smiled over there.

Kind of embarrassing.

Feng He pursed his lips and took out the textbook compiled by Dr. Luo.

She was going to see what this man was talking nonsense about in the book.

Bai Ning directed the driver to drive to the apartment.

When she was approaching the door, she frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

Although this road can be regarded as a tourist attraction, there are too many people with long guns and short cannons today, and they are sneaky and poking around.

Tell the driver to slow down, take a photo, and @person in the work group: [What's the situation].

[Miss Bai, the property reported that a group of self-media people came, and revealed that Miss Zhenzhen and Miss Feng lived here, and the security guards just drove them away. 】

【understood. 】

Sitting on the sidelines?
Bai Ning glanced in the rearview mirror, Feng He was seriously studying that Dr. Rogge's book, thought about it for a moment, and wrote a letter to Qiao Zhenzhen's manager.

Soon, a location was sent over there: [Take people here first. 】

With a clear understanding, she helped the driver turn on the navigation and said, "Xiaohe, let's go to another place and wait for Zhenzhen."

"Well, good. Thanks."

In the rearview mirror, the innocent face lifted up for a moment, and his eyes sincerely thanked her.

Bai Ning felt very useful.

She was ordered to form a new working team for Qiao Zhenzhen together with her elder brother Bai An.

Although it was a task assigned by the boss, it is hard not to let people think about an artist who suddenly removed his team. In addition to the negative news...

Bai Ning once doubted the boss's vision.

I heard that they spent a lot of money to acquire the equity of this brokerage company, and paid a large amount of repurchase money to release the pledge, and also sent another Xiaohua to study at an overseas drama academy.

The brothers and sisters couldn't understand this psychic operation.

I can only think that the boss has a lot of money.

But today, based on her short time with that female star, and her current relationship with Xiao He...

She has begun to admire her boss.

What kind of venomous eyes are able to catch such a treasure as Qiao Zhenzhen, who is full of negative news, among the crops of young artists like leeks?
……

"Ah... sneeze!"

In the basement, which is [-] meters square, there is a pond.

At first glance, it looks ordinary, but the pond water is extremely deep.Listen carefully, there seems to be a dragon chant coming.

There is no wind here, only the skylight shines in through the glass above, making the small pond sparkling.

Qi An squatted beside him, took out a handkerchief, and tried to blow his nose twice, but to no avail.

He smacked his mouth twice, and said to himself: "Huh? Someone is scolding me?"

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, who is admired by all people, who dares to speak lightly?"

In the corner, in the abdominal cavity of the intelligent robot, the voice of "Concubine Li Chen" floated faintly.

"..."

I came to Yingzhou by myself to prepare a sacrifice, why did I bring it too...

What is this Bai An doing? After working for so many years, the more he worked, the more he went back! ?
Qi An was full of complaints when he suddenly remembered——

Oh, no, Bai An Bai Ning was assigned to Zhen Zhen.

"Your sister's!"

"There is no younger sister in my family. There is a younger brother named Yonghe and named Shenli, which is a matter of the same order in the dynasty." Intelligent robot, it is really intelligent.

"..."

Qi An began to seriously think about whether he was really a bit perverted.

Forget it...

Tomorrow is August [-]th, it is important to get down to business first.

He carefully took out a jade cong from his body and sank it into the pond.

　There is something to be said, the recent six or seven thousand a day feels that the energy is a bit behind, and the writing is not satisfactory. If I can't stick to it for a few more days, I may change it back to four or five thousand a day.

　　As for the reason, I wrote it several times and gave it to me... so be it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)