"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" the scholar breathed a sigh of relief and said in a louder voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots.

"My lord, according to your orders, it is now the third watch." The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest first. Ni Chongyang didn't raise his head and said.

The scholar didn't dare to leave without permission, so he added a robe to Ni Chongyang, and waited quietly aside.

Maybe it's because it's clean enough at night, making it easier to concentrate.

Ni Chongyang has become more and more fond of rushing to write books in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes three times to grind the ink.

At this time, Ni Chongyang was only thinking about how to inherit it, but he didn't know that he was writing a great book.

The oil lamp was about to go out, and the scholar simply picked it with a bamboo stick, and the whole room was immediately named.

"Mother, morning!" Ni Chongyang greeted He Xiangjie with a smiling face.

"What time is this, is it early?" He Xiangjie seems to have a lot of complaints about Ni Chongyang.

"Chongyang, when did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's four watches." Ni Chongyang's expression was in a trance, and his face was not very ruddy.

It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed. It can be seen that He Xiangjie is distressed.

"Before the third watch, the oil lamp was extinguished for me, and the fire breaker must be confiscated." He Xiangjie said sharply to the attendants beside Ni Chongyang.

But Ni Chongyang seemed to be fascinated, sorting out and proofreading day and night, all kinds of herbs, as if he had become a little lover in Ni Chongyang's eyes, and he was familiar with even a few fibrous roots. (To be continued.) )