We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

The mother and son simultaneously focused their eyes on Xiahou Zixuan, but her bright eyes were full of mercenary and cunning.

"Masterpiece? That's easy to say. You think a masterpiece just falls from the sky and can be written just by saying it.

Tsk, I thought you had some clever idea, but this is it."

Xiahou Zian curled his lips, what a waste of his energy and expression.

Lu Meimei's pretty face also went through a roller coaster ride, from the top to the bottom of the valley smoothly.

She knew her son best. Many years ago, she spent a lot of money to ask a master to do some tricks to change his fortune.

But the genius's soul was hooked, but he couldn't refine it for his use. It took him a long time and all means to refine a little bit of it.

Fortunately, although he only learned a little bit, it allowed Zi'an to be reborn and become another genius in the capital, following Xiahou Changfeng.

"Tsk tsk tsk, for you, creating a masterpiece is harder than ascending to heaven. But for me, it's just a drizzle, a piece of cake."

Xiahou Zixuan was not angered. She remained calm as if she was sitting on a fishing platform, but the disdain in her eyes became even stronger.

God knows she was going crazy in her heart. Oh my god, what a weird teammate she had found.

Of course, she also had her own plans. In the script she held, her encounter with her destined lover, their acquaintance, their joining hands to conquer the world and become the empress, all started with her showing off her talent.

The countless classic poems she brought from thousands of years later were the perfect stepping stone and the endless source of her talent.

She remembered that in the original book, the beginning of her relationship with her destined lover, Prince Ning, was when Su Laohao's When Will the Moon Be There appeared.

However, in the original book, she met Prince Ning by chance after she reached the age of 15.

But here, something seemed to be wrong, and she had to take action in advance. She couldn't leave the yard, so she could only let Xiahou Zian be her mouth and hands.

"Cough cough!"

Xiahou Zixuan coughed twice and cleared his throat. "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven..."

Xiahou Zixuan started to read. At first, Xiahou Zian didn't care. He thought to himself: She's just a little kid who hasn't even been weaned from milk yet. What's the point of showing off...

But after listening to two more sentences, he realized something was wrong. He jumped up from the recliner and hurriedly looked for paper and pen to record.

"Good sister, dear sister, wait for me to find a pen..."

Seeing her son's actions, Lu Meimei also reacted and hurriedly helped her son grind the ink.

"Xuan'er, wait a moment, brother will read it to you later."

After a while, a highly-rated masterpiece appeared on Xiahou Zi'an's paper.

"Good, good, good! Great! Now that I have this work, who dares to compete with me?

Good sister, the best and most beautiful sister, do you have any more masterpieces like this? Come on, be good, give them all to me, and I will buy you some candy."

Xiahou Zi'an was so excited that he danced with joy, not feeling the slightest bit ashamed for stealing someone else's article.

It’s great to have a precious sister at home.

Xiahou Zixuan thought to himself: You really are my brother, but you want to get rid of me with just a little candy? You are so stingy.

But on the surface, she still has a soft and cute personality.

"Of course there are more. Guoguo, I'll give them to you slowly later. Too much at once will arouse suspicion."

Xiahou Zian slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, yes, my sister is really smart and thoughtful..."

Xiahou Zi'an threw all the free flattery at his sister.

God knows there is always a way out. He used a shady trick to get the old manuscript left by the person, and he had almost used it up.

If he continues to hold on, he will really be at his wit's end.

He had already heard some gossip that this child prodigy was about to run out of talent.

Hahaha, he didn't expect a treasure sister would fall from the sky. With her magical help, does he still have to worry?

Even if he had to use a stupid method and memorize what his sister gave him, he would have to copy it and win three prizes in a row.

……

"Master Xiahou, are you okay?"

The clerk of the Ink Book Pavilion drove Xiahou Zi'an to the entrance of Qingzhi Lane in a horse-drawn carriage. He looked at Xiahou Zi'an, who was still a little pale, and asked him with concern.

When leaving, the shopkeeper specifically instructed me to serve this gentleman well.

If they serve him well, all the divine poems written by this gentleman in the future will be printed and published by their bookstore, and then the Qinmo Bookstore will make a fortune.

This is the God of Wealth, he must not be offended.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Xiahou Zi'an got off the carriage. He felt a piercing pain just now, but after the pain passed, he felt fine except that he felt a little weak and his steps were a little unsteady.

"That's good. Sir, here, the shopkeeper said that there was some inconvenience just now. This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't refuse it."

After the waiter finished speaking, he handed a small grey bag to Xiahou Zian with both hands.

Xiahou Zian took the small bag and weighed it. It was quite heavy, and it seemed that there was a lot of silver and other goods inside.

This Qinmo Book Pavilion knows how to behave and handle things.

Xiahou Zi'an collected the baggage and did not ask the servant to send him to his doorstep, but got off the carriage at the entrance of Qingzhi Lane.

Compared with the marquis's mansion, the small courtyard in Qingzhi Lane is much shabbier.

He also wants to save face. When he moves into the marquis's mansion one day, he will tell the world where he lives.

……

The energy drawn from Xiahou Zi'an merged with the white light that jumped out of the clay doll, and at the call of Shihua, it went straight to Tingfeng Pavilion in the Marquis' Mansion.

Planting flowers with a smile on the corner of the mouth, collecting souls, too simple bird.

She made a gesture with her left hand and murmured: Soul, come back...

This simple sentence carries with it magical power. Even Xunyou, who was watching from the side, felt peaceful and at peace after hearing it.

Soul Returns...

Wait, Xunyou heard this sentence clearly.

No, Huahua can’t speak yet, so who said this?

Looking again, Shihua's little mouth was still moving, but Xunyou didn't hear a single word.

After a while, Shihua shouted "restraint", and she withdrew her hand that was on Changfeng's forehead.

Changfeng's body, sitting in the wheelchair, was shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"Big Pot, are you okay?"

Xunyou was so worried that he was confused. He was afraid that something had happened to Changfeng, so he ran forward to check on his brother, but Shihua stopped him with her little hand.

Xunyou didn't dare to move. After a few minutes, Changfeng's body stopped shaking, leaving only his brows, which were still slightly wrinkled from time to time.

After a while, Changfeng slowly raised his head and slowly opened his eyelids. However, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it took him a long time to open them completely.

Changfeng has beautiful, narrow, almond-shaped eyes with the tails slightly upturned, which makes him look both majestic and playful.

His pupils, clearly black and white, were like two shining obsidians, immersed in the clear and transparent mountain stream. His eyes were bright and lively, no longer empty and dull as before.