Just when he had the last stroke left, Zeng Shuo quickly walked inside and whispered: "Master, the young master is here......"

Zi Shaofeng's hand shook suddenly, and the pen turned sharply, leaving a long tail on the rice paper, forming the biggest failure.

Zeng Shuo knew that when the old man was in a manic mood, he used to practice calligraphy to calm his mind.

He said that calligraphy can calm a person's violent heart.

But now the failure in his hands obviously shows that his heart is still manic at this time.

His heart tightened, he quietly took another step forward and whispered, "Master, the young master is now injured all over his body...... Sir don't want to see you another day......"

He was very worried, if Zi Shaofeng couldn't help the anger in his heart, this slap would go down, with his Tianxuan Beginner Rank skills, the young master was afraid that he would really break his arms and legs.

Zi Shaofeng's hand that was changing rice paper couldn't help but pause: "Let him come in......"

The sunlight fell on his gray hair through the window lattice, although he was only fifty-three years old, his body was still strong, and he was a martial arts cultivator at the beginning of Tianxuan, but his head was already white.

He joined the army as a young man, and with his extraordinary strategy, he rose all the way from a man to an official general.

During the period, he guarded the frontier, diligent and loved talents, was strategic, crisscrossed the four seas, and his reputation shocked the surrounding four countries.

Such a famous general, but in his middle and late years, he was very desolate, first the eldest son disappeared, his black hair turned gray overnight, and after the second son was crippled, he was completely white overnight.

After such an accident, the emperor remembered that he was loyal all his life, so he tried his best to disagree with the public, and insisted on making him the Marquis of Zhennan, which means to guard the Nansheng Empire, and allowed him to go back to his hometown to recuperate and rest, and he continued as before.

Seeing Zi Ye standing in front of him with a tired expression, the old man suddenly became angry.

His two sons are both dragon heroes among the people, and their bloodlines are tough, how come they turned into scum blood when they arrived here in Ziye?

Even though she is a woman, how can she be tainted with some men's temperament?

But now that she is good, not only does she not know how to use swords, guns, swords, halberds, but even piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are sparse, not to mention writing poems and chewing words.

Even the poor Beginner Xuan Qi on her body was only obtained after driving away the three martial artists.

For such a granddaughter who is not a good writer, Zi Shaofeng really wants to slap her to death, so as not to embarrass her and become a joke in the whole capital.

"Look at your wizened head, you can't be a little energetic...... I heard that you were beaten yesterday for a cricket? ”

"Hmmm......"

Ziye responded lightly, and said in her heart that I don't want to be without energy, but your granddaughter's delicate physique, how can I be spiritual?

What's more, this has come so far with injuries.

Seeing her more and more careless, the old man's fire "poofed" came out at once.

"You useless thing, you were beaten for a cricket? Your dignified grandson of Nanhou is so unpopular? You are shameless, and your grandfather's face has also been lost by you......"

"Hmmm......"

Zi Ye stood there shaking his head and responding, and said in his heart, You are embarrassed to say that I am the grandson of Zhennan Hou?

If people really take you, Zhennanhou, in their eyes, who would dare to beat her? .

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