"Doesn't Daddy know about his daughter?"

Fang Qingxue didn't explain, but opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Fang Rusong, her eyes were extremely clear.

Hiss!

At this moment, Fang Rusong could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, his body was trembling slightly, and he was constantly pacing back and forth in the study.

"Lin Yu, what kind of poem did he write? After the blood sacrifice, it will revive the withered spiritual rice. ”

"Also, how did he get his literary skills, and what kind of talent and qualifications were he had?"

"He is not a waste, will he be willing to stay in the Fang family, burdened with the identity of a son-in-law?"

"Over there in Yichuan Town, you need to send someone to guard the town, no...... Or do I go and ...... myself"

For a while, Fang Rusong's whole heart was shocked by a huge surprise, and twenty years of hard work thought that it would be ruined, but who knew that it was all recovered.

The ups and downs, gains and losses, are enough to make anyone unable to calm down.

Fang Qingxue felt the joy in her father Fang Rusong's heart, and a smile also appeared on her face, although all this was not brought by her, but it was done by her husband Lin Yu.

She felt proud and relieved.

"Miss, master, my uncle woke up......"

Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of a little peach outside the study, Fang Qingxue and Fang Rusong glanced at each other and left the study.

"Let's go!"

Fang Rusong has returned to his previous image at this moment, he is thin and tall, but there is an undoubted majesty between his eyebrows.

Little Peach followed behind Fang Qingxue and Fang Rusong, she didn't dare to come out, she was not afraid of Fang Qingxue and Lin Yu, but for Fang Rusong, she was afraid from the bottom of her heart.

may be because Fang Rusong is not smiling.

"The inner courtyard is really different from the outer courtyard, and the talent contained in heaven and earth is much richer than that of the outer courtyard, and it is quiet, suitable for reading and cultivating. ”

Lin Yu sat on the stone table, drinking tea by himself, holding a book of Daxia in his hand, and playing Go alone.

Looks like hectic.

However, Lin Yu is accustomed to this way of learning, and in his previous life, he was able to do two things, and he could write papers while playing chess.

The ability to write different essays with both left and right hands seems to be his innate talent.

Lin Yu performed a poetry and blood sacrifice, and Tang Yaoshi said that it would take at least three days to wake up, and it was only half a day...... Will there be any surprises?"

Lin Yu was holding the teacup, and vaguely, he heard Fang Qingxue's voice, and hurriedly put down the teacup and books.

But as soon as he turned his head, he found that there was a tall and thin man standing beside Fang Qingxue.

"Father-in-law!"

Lin Yu's heart shook suddenly, and he hurriedly stood up and saluted, when he visited the church with Fang Qingxue, he must have seen his father-in-law, but now Fang Rusong is a little thin.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Rusong couldn't get over that hurdle after all, in his opinion, Lin Yu was just an ordinary person who had not yet opened his mind.

He couldn't regard Lin Yu, who looked like a teenager, as the capable person who had saved his twenty years of hard work in the blood sacrifice poem.

"It's okay, thank you father-in-law for your concern. ”

Lin Yu was a little restrained, this was the first time he saw Fang Rusong after he visited Fang Qingxue, and he was a little nervous.

"Well, it's fine. ”

Fang Rusong nodded, and then fell silent, as if he couldn't find any topic, and happened to see the chess game on the stone table.

Slightly frightened!

"Are you playing chess alone?" Fang Rusong glanced at Lin Yu.

"Well, I'm a little bored when I wake up, so I'll just read a book and play chess," Lin Yu nodded.

Fang Rusong sat down, looked at the situation between black and white, and frowned slightly.

If a person plays Go and wants to win with black or white, it is easy, as long as he wants to play, he can win.

But he found that Lin Yu's game of chess was a bit weird, it was completely a game of no distinction between the top and the bottom, and every move was carefully thought out, moving forward in continuous overthrow.

This is already an extremely high level.

Fang Rusong was shocked.

"Who taught you how to play chess," Fang Rusong asked.

"I used to have a few chess games at home, and I would be able to look at them......"

Lin Yu didn't know how to explain it, so he had to say so.

However, he didn't tell a lie, although his chess skills were taught by the old dean on the earth in his previous life, his strength was advanced, and he studied chess games to ascend.

"It's no wonder that you started your skills so late, but at such a young age, your chess skills have reached this level, which is very good. ”

Fang Rusong nodded, he also understood, no wonder Lin Yu only opened his literary skills at the age of sixteen, obviously because he was obsessed with chess.

And to be able to be at the age of sixteen, the chess skills are superb to such a point, which is also a rare talent.

Fang Rusong also began to accept the change in Lin Yu's image in his mind, no longer a waste of Wendao, but a kid with good talent.

"Yes......"

Lin Yu was speechless, but it was quite good to explain that he opened his literary skills late, but his talent was not weak.

"Well, I heard Qingxue say that the 3,000 acres of rice fields in Yongle Township were saved by your blood sacrifice poems?"

Fang Rusong took a deep breath, looked at Lin Yu's eyes, and said softly, "Can you tell me, what kind of appearance did you write?"

Fang Qingxue was also curious, and sat down on the stone bench beside Lin Yu.

When Fang Rusong saw this scene, his eyelids twitched, and he vaguely felt that it was not good.

No matter what Fang Qingxue was, it was the real dragon and phoenix of the Fang family, even if Lin Yu saved his spiritual rice, in his opinion, it was more or less due to coincidence.

But if Fang Qingxue really likes Lin Yu, I'm afraid it will delay her cultivation.

"Does my father-in-law have pen and paper?" Lin Yu chuckled.

Fang Rusong glanced at the little peach, the latter bowed slightly, turned to leave, and walked over with a pen, paper and ink inkstone in less than a moment.

Put away the chessboard and tea, and put the four treasures of the study.

Lin Yu is now very proficient in this way of writing in ancient times, and he is struggling to fly with ink at all.

"The bright moon is not a branch of the magpie, the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night, the fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. ”

Lin Yu wrote in his best block script, and as he wrote, Fang Rusong read it softly.

At the beginning, I still frowned slightly, what does saving Lingdao have to do with Mingyue, Magpie, and Cicadas?

It wasn't until the seven words 'Rice Flower Fragrance Says Harvest Year' came out that Fang Rusong's body shook suddenly, and that kind of artistic conception suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw ......"

Sprinkled with a few crosses, Lin Yu immediately put away his pen, looked up at his father-in-law Fang Rusong, who seemed to have entered the artistic conception, and a smile also appeared on his face.

And Fang Qingxue was also shocked by Lin Yu's talent.

Bright moon, magpies, cicadas, stars, rain...... These things that are not connected in the slightest, when combined, are crocheted to create a beautiful picture.

It's hazy, but it's like you're there.

Especially in the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that there is a good year, and listening to the sound of frogs is even more beneficial in seconds.

The artistic conception of this poem is in line with heaven and earth, and under the effect of the divine stone amplifying the effect, it is also the way of blood sacrifice, and suddenly the 3,000 acres of spiritual rice are brought back to life.

Perfect!

A very perfect poem, with a slight change, it loses that artistic conception.

(End of chapter)