Since Yun Lingxiao came out of the Lin family's mansion that night, Lin Shengqian has done two things in a hurry.

Personally with valuable gifts, he visited the families of the victims of the flower thieves and calmed down the turmoil of the flower thieves.

He also visited a group of eminent monks in Qingyun City.

The two things go hand in hand, and they do it beautifully.

When Yun San brought the news to the Summer Palace, Yun Lingxiao was writing something in Yunmenglou.

Yun Lingxiao casually grabbed a copy of "The Law of the Northern Netherworld" from the book table and threw it to Yun San.

Yun San caught it steadily, put it in his arms, and silently exited Yunmeng Tower.

Walking towards the flower hall, Yun San saw two figures under a begonia tree in the courtyard from a distance.

Zhinan knelt in front of a book table to copy a book.

He has been copying it for a few days, and it is the "Theory of Self-cultivation" by Xuan Qing, a Confucian master of the Northern Netherworld, which is a thick book.

Zhinan had already copied half of it and handed it over to Yun Zeying for inspection.

Yun Zeying was seriously turning page by page, holding the pen dipped in vermilion, and meticulously correcting it, not saying that it was a mistake or a typo, and let him circle it.

Zhi Nan's cheeks were bulging with anger, he had never seen such an old-fashioned person.

Yun Lingxiao just explained the matter of Yun Zeying's punishment.

How long can he Chen Zhinan copy, how long can he Yun Zeying read, check his schoolwork, and be more master than his master.

He turned his eyes open and closed his eyes to fool the past, and Yun Lingxiao didn't know.

Zhinan didn't remember that he had offended Yun Zeying.

He didn't know why Bai Yun Zeying was so dead to the end.

"This, this, this, this ......." Yun Zeying pointed out the correction to Zhinan page by page, and said indifferently, "Recopy!" ”

Zhi Nan slapped the brush in his hand on the book table, and looked at Yun Zeying with a pair of angry eyes.

As if she hadn't seen it, Yun Zeying pushed the messy book copied by Zhinan in front of Zhinan, and continued to sit cross-legged under the begonia tree to meditate.

Zhinan gritted his teeth, reluctantly picked up the brush, and continued to copy his book.

No way, it's better to copy books than to be a beggar.

Zhinan had just written a few words, and Yun San passed by slowly, respectfully putting a book on the book table.

Naturally, it is "The Law of the Northern Netherworld".

Zhinan almost fainted.

This national law is more than twice as thick as the "Theory of Self-cultivation".

He just drilled into a dozen boudoirs and took more than a dozen dresses, Yun Lingxiao tossed him to death, and sent an unreasonable elm pimple to supervise.

Zhinan was angry, couldn't help but throw the pen, sat down on the ground, and shook off the sore fingers that copied the book.

Suddenly, Yun Zeying, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly got up and walked towards Yin Huaxuan.

Zhinan's eyes gurgled around, and before he could figure out what Yun Zeying meant, he heard a small voice, "Zhinan!" ”

There is no need to look back, Zhinan can also hear the voice of Qiuyue.

"........ you" Qiu Yue saw Yun San and Yun Zeying leave one after another, leaving only Zhinan alone, so he quietly poked out half of his head.

Qiu Yue looked at Zhinan for a long time before she raised her little fist angrily and slammed it on Zhinan's shoulder, "You are a bad girl, you have done anything bad, and anyone who provokes such a good lady will punish you!" ”

Zhinan didn't dodge Qiu Yue's fist, and said to Qiu Yue with a smile, "Come, come, come, a few more pounds, my shoulders are sore these days." ”

Zhinan constantly rotates the shoulder joint.

Qiu Yue looked at the book that had been copied on the book table, the book that was being copied, and the thick book to be copied, after all, she was still distressed, and she clenched her fists and slowly helped Zhinan beat her shoulders.