I got up again

"It's so..." the cloaked woman muttered to herself.

Fangfu said abruptly, "Are you very familiar with Long Zuo?"

Jiang Feng subconsciously denied, "Not familiar."

Waiver: "Then why did she teach your pigs to read?"

Jiang Feng: "That must be something wrong with her mind."

Fang Wu heheed twice, "Then why doesn't she go to the pigsty?"

Qianli also nodded, just four and four.

If the master really has this habit, why doesn't he go to the pigsty?

When the cloaked woman heard this, she said very cooperatively again, "Yes, why doesn't she go to the pigsty? At least there are all kinds of pigs there, and you can find more talented pigs."

Jiang Feng's face froze, and he looked at the cloaked woman carefully for a while.

She felt that she was being internalized.

When Ji Yumian was giving her extra lessons, he compared her with Huahua every day.

For example, you are smarter than Huahua, you are not even comparable to Huahua, you and Huahua are exactly the same...

In her mouth, Jiang Feng often >Huahua, =Huahua, <Huahua, but they didn't seem to be complimenting her.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, and smiled, "Maybe she is abnormal, or maybe it's because my family has a special hair color."

"Or, she just wants to eat pork," Jiang Feng said, convinced himself, "When she eats beef, she likes to eat beef that has been influenced by music. She said that the beef is so soothing and delicious. It's hard to guarantee that she likes to eat beef that can read Pig, right?"

She still remembers that when she was a child, her mind hadn't fully recovered, she once quarreled with Ji Yumian, had a cold war with each other, and didn't speak for three days.

As a result, on the fourth day, Ji Yumian took a bowl of meat and squatted down in front of her to eat, and said while eating, "Huahua is so delicious..."

At that time, Xiao Jiangfeng burst into tears, and was so angry that he ignored her for at least half a month.

Although I found out later that Ji Yumian was deliberately angry with her, not really eating Huahua.

Free from sneering, "It seems that you know her very well?"

When Jiang Feng heard it, he denied it again, "I don't know each other. I heard what others said. We are not familiar."

Qianli felt that Marquis Xuanwu was slandering his master, who was clearly ascetic, more restrained than any previous dragon seat, and had almost no hobbies.

Speaking of Ji Yumian, Jiang Feng's mood turned bad again.

With Ji Yumian's personality, what she did was a betrayal.

At the critical moment, instead of choosing her, she chose her enemy, and the betrayer is more annoying than the enemy.

She really didn't know what it would be like to meet Ji Yumian in the future.

Should he draw his sword in anger and chase for two hundred miles, or should he be as cold as ice, meeting each other without knowing each other, or should he be as indifferent as ever, with the wind and clouds calm?

Although Ji Yumian was fostered in Nan'an Palace in the past, her treatment was higher than that of the official son of Nan'an Palace.

At least Xu Cong wanted to eat a cow that grew up listening to music, but he couldn't.

Thinking back, Jiang Feng was a little funny when Xu Cong and Xu Yan swallowed and wanted to eat when they were young.

There is also Xu Xia who is pitiful, as the only concubine child, he lost his mother since he was a child, and is not valued by the King of Nan'an, and is bullied every day.

Later, if Jiang Feng hadn't met her by chance and helped her, she might have been the only princess who starved to death.

After feeling for a while, Jiang Feng looked up and saw Fang Yu Ruo's meaningful eyes.

I have to say that Mian Wu is really a very temperamental person.

Even if you just stand there with your hands behind your back, there is an unspeakable nobility.

Her pupils are not dark, but glow with a faint warm light, especially when looking at people like this, she always looks very gentle.

It's just... not very good-looking.

Jiang Feng, who had seen many of Xu Xia's Ye family sisters, expressed great regret.

The side effect of being surrounded by beauties for a long time is probably unknowingly becoming a superficial dog.

Jiang Feng sighed with emotion, "Let's go, Cheng Manzi has brought someone to wait for us in front."

She looked back at the woman in the cloak again, and said with a smile, "I believe, City Lord Tianfeng will welcome us warmly, right?"

The cloaked woman smiled slightly, "Maybe."

Mianwu glanced at Jiang Feng, then at the cloaked woman, knowing what she knew.

……

"I want to write a letter, exempt, you write it for me."

Sitting on the new carriage brought by Qianli, laying out the paper, "What to write?"

She didn't ask Jiang Feng why he didn't write it himself.

"A letter to Dragon Seat."

The hand dipped in the ink trembled slightly, and Wuwu signaled Qianli to continue studying the ink as if nothing had happened, "Don't you know her?"

Qianli subconsciously slowed down, and his ears perked up.

Jiang Feng chuckled, "I'm about to become a demon lord, of course I have to get to know Dragon Seat who is also a top boss."

"Whether you know each other or not, a letter is required in etiquette, right?"

The main reason is to brush my face and try Ji Yumian's attitude.

Waiver seemed to want to laugh, she nodded, "Yes, it should be."

As she spoke, she pressed the paper with a paperweight, dipped in the ink and picked up the pen, and looked at Jiang Feng, "How to write?"

Jiang Feng was startled and said, "I don't write well, I don't want to be laughed at by her."

She regained her composure and said, "Write [The great demon lord Jiang Feng respectfully asks the Dragon Seat of Yulong Mountain]."

Qianli Ting subconsciously rolled his eyes, but saw that the master had already picked up a brush and written it on the paper.

The lowercase script with a hidden edge fell beautifully on the paper, and it looked very beautiful in the sunlight.

Jiang Feng stretched out his head to take a look, and admired it, "It's so beautiful. I liked copybooks like this at the beginning, but I just didn't practice them."

If Ji Yumian had supervised her, she might be able to practice good calligraphy.

It's a pity that they separated, and after that, Jiang Feng spent every day in the barracks, running cross-country with Huahua on his shoulders when he had time, so he couldn't have time to practice calligraphy.

Qianli was quite surprised, her master's handwriting wasn't like this before?

She remembered the decree she received in the past, the master's handwriting was sharp, sharp and domineering, and the master cherished words like gold, and would never write two words if one word could solve it.

Jiang Feng began to scratch his ears and cheeks, and said after holding back, "Is it safe now after we parted? Ah no, you can't say that."

She's starting to go bald.

As a vulgar martial artist, Xu Xia and Ye Jin took care of such things back then, and later, when she was in the barracks, she left it to Gu Ziming to write.

But let her write it herself...

If you tell her to swear without profanity, she can.

But if you let her quote the classics in a literary way, you will kill her.

"Usually how to write this kind of greeting, you write it yourself." Jiang Feng said, "I will add a few more words at the end."

Jiang Feng thought for a while and gave up decisively.

Mianyu hummed, writing like flying.

Soon, a series of beautiful lowercase letters landed on the paper.

To be honest, it is really pleasing to watch people who write well.

Especially when this person's literary talents are also good.

Jiang Feng propped his chin, watching with relish.

Seeing his master getting more and more excited as he wrote more and more literary, Qianli fell into confusion.

Master, you wrote it to yourself, why did you write it so seriously?

After I finished writing, I spread out another piece of paper and continued writing.

Jiang Feng was so happy that he almost applauded, "Mianyu, your handwriting is so beautiful and your literary talent is so good, you are almost comparable to Xu Xia!"?

End in an instant, three sentences, end.

Mian Wu raised his head slightly, "It's finished, tell me what you want to add?"

Qianli looked at the master's literary talent that stopped abruptly, showing a regretful expression.

This is the master's work.

She was sure that her master had never written such a long thing in Yulong Mountain.

But also in a happy mood and full of style.

If you take it back to the auction, specify that it can be sold for a good price, maybe it will be enough for your own dragon to eat for a year in Yulong Pavilion!

Qianli's eyes fell on the letter paper full of words, secretly thinking that it was written by the master himself, so she probably wouldn't care.

Then maybe she will have a chance...

Jiang Feng thought for a while, "Ask her a few questions, forget it, she probably won't bother to talk to me."

Avoid being pleasant, "What's the problem?"

"It's like this. Huahua is already 12 years old, so she should be an old pig," Jiang Feng said with a troubled face, "But not only does it not look old at all, but it also gets fatter as it grows."

"I took it to the barracks and often punished people to carry it and run away," Jiang Feng said with a sad face, "but now it is getting heavier and heavier. It used to be able to carry it by a fourth-rank warrior, but now it takes a fifth-rank warrior to barely lift it. Only the sixth grade can run normally with the penalty."

She sighed, "Wouldn't my penalty regulations be useless if this continues?" Even in the Xuanwu Army, there are not many high-ranking fighters above rank six!

Who will she punish in the future?

Fang Fang wrote down her words on the paper verbatim.

The corners of Qianli Ting's mouth twitched.

It's hard being your pig.

Jiang Feng saw that she had already written it, and showed an embarrassed expression, "Huh? Is this not good? I just sent a letter out of courtesy. When you write it like this, I always feel that I am deliberately trying to get close, to exchange pleasantries..."

"Why don't you delete this paragraph? I'll find a way to ask others later."

Fang Fu clutched his wrist, "The decoction the day before yesterday burned my hands."

Jiang Feng opened his mouth and said reluctantly, "Forget it, let's do it."

"No," Jiang Feng said again, "I can't do this, she will mock me and look down on me."

"I have to add a word."

Be tougher, be more stern, it's best to make Ji Yumian angry, and not think that she is giving in.

Mianfu put his hand on the pen again, "Add what?"

Jiang Feng: "Write..."

She was cruel, and said, "[This demon master is already at the peak of the ninth level. Let's make an appointment to fight when we have time. To vent our hatred, the loser hugs the winner's thigh, crying and shouting three times, 'Dad, I was wrong, I will never dare again!']”

Jiang Feng suddenly became excited, "Yes, just write it like that!"

Wu Fu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Are you at the peak of the ninth step?"

Jiang Feng looked fearless, "Of course not, it's just a matter of bragging. She is very busy, and she won't really come to beat me? Right?"

"By the time she came to beat me up, I had already grown up, and I was really at the peak of the ninth step."

"When the time comes, beat her to tears!" Jiang Feng was high-spirited and energetic.

Qianli looked at Jiang Feng with a pitiful expression.

"Hand hurts, write this sentence yourself." Mian Wu gave up his seat.

Jiang Feng: "!"

"I can't write well!"

Exemption: "Doesn't she know?"

When Jiang Feng heard it, he actually thought it made sense.

It's not a day or two since her handwriting is ugly, Ji Yumian has ridiculed her for many years.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng sorted out his language and wrote his own words.

"It's finished." Jiang Feng proudly blew on the brush.

No reminder, "Signature."

Jiang Feng immediately bowed his head again, and wrote two large characters [Jiang Feng] in a fluttering manner!

Seeing that she was about to blow the brush again, so as not to snatch it first, "Don't blow the brush."

With an innocent face, Jiang Feng said confidently, "Oh, if you don't blow it, you don't blow it."

Free to stretch out the index finger, the index finger is long and white.

Jiang Feng grabbed her hand, "Why?"

"There's ink on the nose."

Jiang Feng wiped his nose indifferently, "Is it gone?"

She wiped it for a while before she let go of her eyebrows, "It's gone now."

The new carriage was very fast, and Jiang Feng went out to meet that vulgar leader of the Xuanwu Army.

Clairvoyant's eyes flashed, and he looked at the letter paper on the table.

"Master, let me send a letter for Marquis Xuanwu!"

The woman outside the window was in high spirits, and Fang Fu reluctantly retracted her eyes, "Huh?"

Qianli: "I'll send this letter!"

She volunteered.

Fang Wu glanced at her, then put the letter into his arms with a blank expression, "This is mine."

She looked at Qianli without any fluctuation in her eyes, "I have received it."

Qianli: "?"

Don't people even go through the program now?

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