Jiang Ling went on strike again after half an hour of writing, and she began to harass Zhou Zhou, who was obsessed with reading.

"Jichuan, what are you reading?" Jiang Ling craned his neck to look, "It turned out to be "The Secret of Zhongzong", there is not much truth in this book, and this author is obviously a black fan of Zhou Zhongzong. ”

Jiang Ling holds the system in his hand, and what he has is still the most complete information, the system version of the encyclopedia, no advertising push, minimalist and pure mode, the answer is clear and clear, who uses it knows.

"This paragraph writes that Zhou Zhongzong's own marriage is not happy, and he can't see the good of others, and he is fake at a glance. Zhou Zhongzong dedicated his life to the country, and even the heir issue, which worried the courtiers the most, always maintained calm and restraint, and selected the most suitable heir for the country. How can such a person be judged by whether the marriage is beautiful or not. The more Jiang Ling spoke, the more angry he became, Zhou Zhongzong was not only an emperor of the ages who made great contributions to the country, the nation and civilization, but also her predecessor.

They belong to the same country, and if Zhou Zhongzong knew that future generations wrote about her like this, he would definitely have to open the coffin.

Jiang Ling thought of herself again, in the future of her own era, if later generations wrote her as a "little fool" who didn't forget to fall in love at all......

Jiang Ling shuddered, it was a nightmare, the juniors were all devils!

However, those who can be used as material by younger generations are celebrities, and no matter how bad they are, they are all kinds of scandals, and all kinds of wonderful people who are entangled in melons, and she should not be able to reach any of them.

All show that Qing novels, "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Water Margin" are one of the four famous novels, but the quality of the one that can be handed down is excellent, and more is the sand that drowns the pearl, as one of the gravel, she is still a little self-aware, the goal is to become famous, how can the works that are rushing to earn more influence factors be passed on, that is, people have not seen the routine and only feel novel.

A little gravel, not worthy or unworthy, is just right.

"There are also examples that are also very inappropriate, the case of Xie Cui and Li, it is clear that the relationship between the husband and wife has already broken down, but it is just an opportunity to put forward. Only if you don't have the ability to do it yourself, and you can't see the good things of others, you will focus on other people's emotional and private affairs. Jiang Ling continued to output, but did not find that Zhou Zhou had closed the book, and was watching her indignant speech.

Jiang Ling finished complaining about this paragraph, and wanted to see the next paragraph of accurate complaining, she finally found that Zhou Zhou had closed the book.

"Why don't you look at it?" Jiang Ling said stupidly. She still knows in her heart that she must have been disturbing people to read. But even if her heart softened, her mouth was still hard.

"I'm tired of watching, and there is a jack-of-all-trades who explains passionately, so why should I go to watch it...... Well, a misinterpretation of 'black powder'. Although Zhou Zhou was the first time he came into contact with the word black powder, he quickly connected the context and understood the meaning of the word.

However, Zhou Zhou is so good at talking, and it is also for Jiang Ling's sake that Jiang Ling piled up the thick manuscript on the corner of the table.

Zhou Zhou can be regarded as half domesticated by his authors, and Jiang Ling's diligence is really one of the best authors under him. It's just that Jiang Ling's diligence is intermittent, and she often gives herself a long vacation, which makes it seem that Jiang Ling is not doing her job properly, and perfectly integrates into the regular writing speed of authors in this era.

"I also think I'm very good, and they always say that I speak dryly, not as well as the storytellers in Beiqu Lane. People are professional, and I'm better than ordinary people. Jiang Ling raised his chin proudly. She's pretty good at comparison.

"There is a foreigner's church in Beiqu Lane, can we go and see it together?" Zhou Zhou still remembered that Jiang Ling was very interested in foreigners.

"The Church of the Foreigners? I don't think Uncle Tsang would allow a foreigner's church to open within his jurisdiction. Jiang Ling felt that Zeng Hong's literati were simply full of sensitivity, and the foreigners' churches were indeed very aggressive. The West could no longer satisfy the appetites of the Church, or rather the secular society was unwilling to satisfy it, and they extended their hands to the East.

Its name is called to bring the gospel of God to the people of the Far East.

"Lord Zeng did not allow the church to open in Yinxian, but he allowed the medical center to open in Yinxian. The foreigners call them hospitals, and they will conduct free clinics every Monday to help the poor. For the benefit of the people, Lord Zeng will never refuse. By the way, foreigners call seven days a week......"

"I know, from row one to six, the last day is called Sunday and Sunday." Jiang Ling is simply familiar. During the period of time she was studying, she only knew the day of the week, but she didn't know what day of the month it was.

"You know? Yes, you've always been concerned about foreigners. Would you like to go and see it together? Zhou Zhou stood up, sorted out the folds formed by sitting for a long time, and invited again.

"Of course, but since foreigners can find another way, why don't they open a hospital in Pingbo Mansion?" Jiang Ling readily agreed.

"How do you know they haven't tried? All that Pingbo welcomes is foreigners' money. Zhou Zhou joked with a smile.

"Vial, you tell my mother for me that I want to go to Beiqu Lane, in case you come back late, eat first and don't wait for me." Jiang Ling ran out of the house with a cheerful pace.

The vial chased: "Miss, where are you going?" Wait for me. ”

"You don't have to follow me, I'm with Jichuan, it's safe." This was the last sentence left by Jiang Ling, and then he disappeared.

"Editor Zhou......" The vial looked at Zhou Zhou at a loss.

"Don't worry, girl in the bottle, I will definitely send Qianli back in good condition." Zhou Zhou made a promise.

The vial turned sideways to dodge: "Miss, please leave it to you." ”

It wasn't until he had pulled a long distance that Jiang Ling stopped.

Zhou Zhou also followed unhurriedly: "Running so fast, someone behind you can't chase you?" ”

"But no, there are chatter, shadow-like vials, and ......" Jiang Ling looked at Zhou Zhou and raised his eyebrows, self-evident.

"Who else?" Zhou Zhou put his hands behind his back, just pretending not to know.

"Chisato who has been staring at the manuscript is so pitiful, and Chisato who left the study came back to life." Jiang Ling continued to hint.

"I ran so fast just now, and now I'm here again, I think you're the rabbit that Mr. Xinshuo wrote in the article." Zhou Zhou ignored Jiang Ling and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Ling heard the word Xinshu from Zhou Zhou's mouth, and only felt cardiac arrest. Phew-it's good that I wasn't stripped of my vest.

Jiang Ling, who has a weak heart, no longer makes trouble, and he is honest all the way to Beiqu Lane.

It wasn't until Jiang Ling saw the nominal hospital of foreigners that the actual church became active again.

She looked at the cross on the roof and the house that fit her memory well and opened her mouth.

"Weird, huh? That should be the hospital's logo. Although a foreigner in a black robe seemed to be very angry when Zhou Zhou said this, he didn't care.

No, that's not the Red Cross, it's the Cross. Jiang Ling silently retorted in his heart.