Saying that, Lin Feixi paused, glanced at Shen Lanxi meaningfully, and said slowly, "Now it seems that the effect of our research is obvious, and the results are still very good." ”

Shen Lanxi was choked and choked, annoyed and angry, "What you say is wrong is wrong, what about the evidence?" The book you studied! ”

The book that was examined?

She really didn't know this, but she couldn't lose face at this time, so Lin Feixi said with a red eye and a heartbeat, "Siku Quanshu." ”

Shen Lanxi: "......." is really fucking well-founded?

"It was compiled during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty."

Lin Feixi added another sentence tepidly.

Because Lin Feixi said it clearly, and her words were full of countless classical book titles, and for a while, the entire lounge looked up at her.

"Yes," Mo Jiaqi was the first to speak, she stood up and walked over to Lin Feixi's side and patted her on the shoulder.

I didn't see it, Xiao Xi'er still has such a couple of moments, and now this interstellar is no longer the era when so many classics were handed down a long time ago, and a five-hundred-year-old hao almost buried this human civilization.

In addition to the development of science and technology, many other aspects are really retrospective. Far less than it used to be.

I really didn't expect Xiao Xi'er to know so much ancient literature.

Over the years, more and more people have begun to advocate retro.

It's okay to say a few ancient poems in my mouth, and I feel like an elegant thing.

Shen Lanxi was stunned by a sentence of "Siku Quanshu" and couldn't save face.

However, Mo Jia period also added fuel to the fire and praised Lin Feixi.

"Sister Jiaji," Shen Lanxi Nuonuo said.

Is it an acquaintance?

Only then did Mo Jiaqi notice that the girl in front of her was not the little princess of the Shen family? She didn't look closely at it just now, she didn't recognize it. Why didn't the good girl of the Shen family sleep in the middle of the night and came to the cos hall?

Mo Jiaqi turned his head to look at Shen Tiancheng, with excitement in his eyes.

Shen Tiancheng covered his face, isn't this his arrogant little cousin?

"Third brother." Shen Lanxi spoke again, looking at Shen Tiancheng with an aggrieved look.

Shen Tiancheng only felt that his head was big, and looking at the meaning of the good period, it was obviously to protect Lin Feixi. What to do? This is someone he has liked for more than ten years, and Shen Tiancheng wants to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Help whom? offended Mo Jiaqi, and thought about Mo Jiaqi's temper, but Shen Tiancheng didn't speak. In between, he rubbed his clear eyes, tore open a few buttons on his neckline, and pulled Erzhuan's arm, "Come, brother, drink two more taels!" ”

Lin Feixi: "......."

Mo Jia Period: "......."

Second turn: "......."

Seeing Shen Tiancheng ignoring herself, Shen Lanxi only felt that the eyes around her were full of mockery, as the little princess of the Shen family, she held the moon from the stars, and it was suitable to be looked at with questioning eyes, and it was too late for everyone to envy her.

Shen Lanxi only felt as if he was undressed, and was looked at by the naked eyes of everyone in the Fengxing Pavilion. Stomping his feet hard, Shen Lanxi turned his head and ran out.

It's too bullying.

Sister Jiaji, and the third brother actually watched others bully themselves.

She's going to tell Grandpa to go!

Liu Yue opened his mouth, but before he could react, Shen Lanxi was gone.

This hasn't kicked out yet, and his own screenwriter has lost the field.

Liu Yue has 10,000 sentences in her heart. There was a smile on his face, "You're here to kick the gym?" ”

Originally, the people in the Fengxing Pavilion were a little stunned and a little panicked, after all, "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" was bought so well, and they didn't have any new satisfactory scripts.

But now there was a Lin Feixi in the team, and before he could kick out of the gym, the screenwriter on the opposite side had already fled.

So the morale was greatly boosted.