Datang: Picking up a little Si Zi and accidentally admitting his kinship with blood?

Chapter 367 Persimmon is only five years old, can they kill him?

Bamboo Forest Mansion.

In the house, the eldest grandson Wugou looked better and arrived at the Zhulin Mansion today.

After learning about Li Chengqian's many actions and even his plans to deal with Li Fei and Li Tai, Changsun Wugou's sadness was no longer so heavy.

Although I still think of my son, most of the time I sigh in my heart!

Just as His Majesty said, Qian'er brought it upon himself and was destined to be like this.

If his plan succeeds, the safety of Fei'er and Qingque will still be unknown.

"Persimmon, why didn't you go to school today?"

Looking at the little persimmon with his eyes blinking and holding his arms, Changsun Wugou smiled gently.

She came from the school, and when she was going to pick up Persimmon, she found that Persimmon was not there.

After asking, I found out that Persimmon was on leave.

"Well... Persimmon was sick and didn't feel well, so he didn't go to school."

Persimmon's little face was bitter, and he covered his forehead with one hand: "Persimmon has a headache. It must be because the things he has learned these days are too difficult."

In the room, Du Mingyue and Chang Le were speechless at the same time.

Looking at each other, they couldn't help but laugh.

This little girl is so cute and quirky, and can always make you laugh sometimes.

"really?"

Chang Le deliberately teased her and put his cheek in front of Persimmon: "When my sister was studying, didn't she have a headache like Persimmon?"

Persimmon blinked and suddenly said: "That must be because my sister is too stupid. My sister can't understand what the teacher is saying, so there's no need to use your brain."

"Persimmon has to think about a lot of things, so his head hurts."

Chang Le was speechless, and the eldest grandson Wugou next to him had already covered his mouth and laughed: "Persimmon, what are you learning, can you tell your sister?"

Changsun Wugou said with a joking tone and a smile.

In fact, it was also because after playing various chess for a while, everyone here was defeated miserably, so I decided to find some new tricks.

"Well……"

Persimmon brought a book from the table next to him and opened it.

This is clearly a book "edited" by Li Fei. It contains a variety of ancient sayings and modern knowledge.

"This is '1'. My brother said this is an Arabic numeral, which is what we usually call 'one'..."

"This is a multiplication table written in Arabic numerals. It's very simple..."

Du Mingyue didn't think it was anything, she was already familiar with it.

However, Zhangsun Wujia and Changle were stunned when they looked at the content in the book.

"what is this?"

"Arabic numerals?"

“What is Arabia, is this their number?”

"It looks so simple..."

From just a few words told by Shizi, Changsun Wugou and Changle understood the meaning of these simplified numbers in the blink of an eye, and they both looked surprised!

If it could be widely used, how much effort would be saved?

The most important thing is that these numbers are clear at a glance and are completely different from the traditional Chinese number records originally used by the Tang Dynasty!

And looking at the content above, there are "1", "2" and "3" in front of each line and paragraph, which is really clear!

"Persimmon, tell me, sister, was it my brother who invented these numbers?"

Changle thought a lot and was extremely shocked!

The simplest thing, if it can be popularized, this will definitely be an unprecedented change!

Those restaurants, business houses, and inns can completely use this new type of digital accounting, and the thickness of the ledger can be reduced by half!

"Well, yes, my brother taught me this, isn't it awesome?"

After being praised, Persimmon felt that his head didn't hurt so much anymore, and he suddenly felt proud. With that said, he was about to run to open another book and take it to show off.

"thump!"

"Persimmon, be careful!"

Suddenly, the little girl fell down, and Du Mingyue was startled.

He hurried forward and was about to help the little girl up, but found that the little girl was motionless!

"persimmon!?"

"Persimmon what's wrong with you?!"

"Persimmon, don't scare your sister! Persimmon, wake up quickly, Persimmon!"

Persimmon fainted again!

In another room, Li Feizheng, Sun Simiao and Zhang Hu were discussing something.

Suddenly he heard a shout from another room, his whole face suddenly changed, and he disappeared in an instant!

"What happened to Persimmon?"

On the bed, Persimmon's face turned red again, and he kept mumbling: "Hot...headache...brother...brother..."

Li Fei looked at Persimmon with a worried look on his face, grabbed the little hand with one hand, and diagnosed it carefully.

With the blessing of the "Medical Master", he felt that Persimmon had no symptoms and seemed to be just a simple fever!

However, this is already the third time I've had a fever in the past three days. It's definitely something weird!

"Brother...brother...my head hurts so much..."

"Persimmon can bear it... Persimmon doesn't want to worry my brothers and sisters... Well... I have a headache..."

Next to him, Changsun Wugu's face was pale, and he held Persimmon tightly in his arms, with tears in his eyes: "Don't be afraid of Persimmon, mother is here..."

"Fei'er, how could Persimmon be like this..."

Li Fei also looked anxious and helpless.

Looking at Persimmon's tangled little face and his brows furrowed in pain, he felt that murderous intent was suddenly boiling in his heart!

Damn, what's going on? !

Why do persimmons get sick and I have murderous intentions?

This is not right!

Looking at Persimmon's little face, Li Fei suddenly tightened his eyes and saw Persimmon's little wrists!

There seemed to be a small bulge, which was slowly bulging, as if breathing.

what is this?

Li Fei reached out and held Persimmon's little hand, focusing on the feeling.

"Jiji!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded in Li Fei's mind, but his expression suddenly changed!

The sound of bugs!

Why are there bugs in persimmons?

And such a weird bug?

Sun Simiao also ran over, looked at Li Fei nervously, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Why does the little girl have a fever again?"

With a sullen face, Li Fei pressed gently.

"what!"

"Brother... I have a headache... My persimmon head hurts..."

"Uuuu...brother..."

Li Fei let go of Persimmon's hand, glanced at Du Mingyue, and then said: "King of Medicine, follow me out!"

When he arrived outside the door, Li Fei's face was extremely ugly and he told him about the insect sound he just heard.

Sun Simiao's face gradually darkened, and he turned pale and slowly said: "If I guess correctly, it should be a kind of Gu insect. The little girl was planted with a Gu at some point..."

Suddenly, the Zhulin Mansion was filled with murderous intent!

Li Fei's eyes were stained with a layer of blood red, which gradually faded away after a while and turned into a rich pitch black!

"Witch Gu Sect?"

"Persimmon is only five years old, but they can actually do it?"

In an instant, black clouds gathered over Chang'an City, and a storm was about to come!

(End of this chapter)