Meng Dongting hurriedly put away his figure, stood up and hurried to the door of the study, and saw a middle-aged scribe with a red face and a medium stature striding towards the study, it seemed that it was Master Shangshu.

The middle-aged scribe walked to the door of the study, and the butler hurriedly bowed down and said, "I've seen the master." ”

Sure enough, this scribe was Wu Fengzhao, the secretary of the Nanjing Military Department, and he couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Meng Dongting, and asked with concern: "You don't recuperate in the warm pavilion, why did you come to my study?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "Mr. Pan returned to his hometown some time ago, and I asked him to replace Mr. Pan." ”

Wu Fengzhao immediately lowered his face and said angrily: "Nonsense! I forgot what I said before I went out? He is here to recuperate at our house!"

Meng Dongting was afraid that the housekeeper would be embarrassed, so he hurriedly relieved him and said, "Great martial arts...... Sir, my injuries have been healed a long time ago, and thanks to the housekeeper who sent me this errand to take care of the study, I will not get sick. ”

Wu Fengzhao was slightly surprised, turned his head and asked Meng Dongting, "What, you kid also likes to read?"

Meng Dongting nodded and smiled: "Not only do you like it, people who are good at wine are not happy without wine, but I am not happy with books." I beg my lord to let me continue to take care of your study. ”

Wu Fengzhao also smiled when he heard this, and said, "Why do you call me master? You are a guest, as long as you like it, you can stay with me for as long as you like." ”

Meng Dongting scratched his head and said, "If you don't let me call you master, then how can I stay here for a long time?"

Wu Fengzhao was stunned by him, thought for a moment and said: "In this case, if you don't dislike it, you will be a guest of my Shangshu Mansion and take care of it in my study for the time being, do you think it's okay?"

When Meng Dongting heard that there was a book to read, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded in response: "Okay, excellent!"

Wu Fengzhao laughed when he heard this, and then stepped over the threshold of the study and walked into the house.

The housekeeper saw that Meng Dongting was still standing outside in a daze, and hurriedly pushed him and said, "What are you still in a daze? Hurry up and get in!"

Meng Dongting reacted, hurriedly entered the house, turned around and covered the door, and walked to Wu Fengzhao's side to serve.

Wu Fengzhao walked straight to the desk, looked around, and then his eyes fell on a few Taoist books on the desk, and asked Meng Dongting, "Why are you still so interested in Taoist collections?"

Meng Dongting's forehead sweated for a while, and he said in his heart: "It's not good! I didn't know that the master came back today, and I forgot to put it away after reading it for a while." ”

He had no choice but to reply: "The little one just looks curious, takes it out and rummags through it." ”

Wu Fengzhao sighed and said: "When I was as young as you, I was still studying the subset of scriptures and history, and the war strategy, but at this age, I felt that this Taoist Huang Lao's technique could also be read. ”

"However, you are still young, so it is better to read more Shi Mingli and read less of these metaphysics. ”

Meng Dongting replied with a red face: "Yes." I know. ”

Wu Fengzhao chatted with Meng Dongting for a few more words, and asked about the origin and customs of his hometown, and Meng Dongting hurriedly accompanied him carefully.

Wu Fengzhao was obviously in high spirits today, sat down on the Taishi chair behind the desk, and said, "Xiao Meng, today I want to write a concerto, you can take care of me on the side." ”

Meng Dongting has been patronizing and reading books in the study these days, and he has not paid careful attention to the four treasures of the study.

In a hurry, he took a pen and handed it to Wu Fengzhao.

Wu Fengzhao took the pen and shook his head and said, "Hey...... I need to use Xiaokai as a book to write a concerto, and if you give me sheep's hair, it is difficult to highlight the power of the pen and the meaning of my recital!"

When Meng Dongting heard this, he hurriedly changed to another one, but it was only "Huzhou Yugong Zihao".

Wu Fengzhao took it with satisfaction.

Meng Dongting looked at the "Huzhou Imperial Tribute Zihao" is envious, the family used to be poor, and they were all beaten to other people's houses, and they had to change their pens before begging for one to use.

Then Meng Dongting picked up a well-made Tongyan emblem ink on the desk, and polished it on the inkstone a few times, only to feel that the ink suddenly dispersed, fragrant like Zhilan, which was indeed a rare superb.

Meng Dongting used to use the kind of big road goods that could buy two ingots for ten yuan, how could he have ever seen such good ink? I couldn't help but smell the fragrance of ink, and at the same time squint my eyes and reminisce, a little fluttery.

Seeing his strange appearance, Wu Fengzhao coughed and asked, "Xiao Meng, what are you doing?"

Meng Dongting suddenly woke up, knowing that he was out of shape for a while, and smiled awkwardly: "I just think this ink smells good!"

Wu Fengzhao shook his head with a smile, and asked again, "What about the paper?"

Meng Dongting hurriedly went to the bookshelf on the side and took out a roll of mulberry paper and spread it on the table.

Wu Fengzhao couldn't help frowning and said, "What I want to write is a chapter, why did you take the mulberry paper out?"

As he spoke, he put down his pen, got up and walked to the bookshelf on the side, took out a roll of rice paper himself, and said, "If you write a cantata, it is to present the purpose of the saint, and you must use this good rice paper, understand?"

Meng Dongting nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes!"

I saw Wu Feng Zhaofu sitting back at the table again, and after a little thought, he didn't add any words, and there were hundreds of words in an instant.

Meng Dongting stood on the side, and saw that his pen was strong, his law was rigorous, and the words he wrote were Zhuji in front of him, which was worthy of being born in the first armor.

Looking at the content of that chapter, it is a summary of the autumn patrol of the defense of Nanzhili with the eunuchs and garrisons of Nanjing, the pros and cons of defense are analyzed one by one, and the nuisance of Japanese bandits in the coastal area is analyzed, and many practical suggestions are put forward. Meng Dongting couldn't help but nod his head in approval while watching.

Wu Fengzhao noticed that he was moving around again, and couldn't help but look up, and found that Meng Dongting was reading his article on the side, so he nodded desperately, as if he admired it greatly.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "This kid can understand the deep meaning of my recital?" The thought flashed, and he returned to his senses and concentrated on writing.

By the time Wu Fengzhao finished writing, it was already Shen Shi, and it had been almost two hours since he wrote.

Wu Fengzhao instructed: "Xiao Meng, you stay in the study, and after the ink of this piece is dry, then help carefully roll it up and put it on the desk." ”

Meng Dongting hurriedly responded: "The villain can take care of it, don't bother the adult." ”

After more than ten days like this, Wu Fengzhao went to the study every three or five days, and stayed for as little as one or two hours, and as many as three hours.

The housekeeper hasn't found a vacant room for a while, and Meng Dongting thinks that the firewood room is far away, so he sometimes simply builds a hammock in the study to sleep.

Wu Fengzhao seemed to have something in his mind since he came back from the inspection of defense, and when he came to the study, he sometimes read a large number of books, sometimes sat and meditated, and sometimes worked hard to write, and rarely talked to Meng Dongting, and gradually regarded him as an ordinary guest.

Meng Dongting is used to being unnoticed since he was a child, and he is also happy to be idle and does not take it to heart.

In addition to serving Wu Fengzhao in the study every day, as long as he has time, he will practice diligently.

He tried to vary the length of his breath and increase or decrease the amount of each breath appropriately. No matter how diligent the practice is, there is still no inch, and after the true qi comes into being in the "dantian", it flows through to the "tail lu", and then returns to the spring, and it cannot be driven at will.

Fortunately, Meng Dongting was not an anxious person, he tried all the methods, recorded the steps he tried in detail, and tried other methods on the basis of the day before until he found the available methods on his own.

A few days later, Wu Fengzhao was reading in the study that day, and suddenly someone came to visit outside the door, but it was a rich old man, followed by two entourages, carrying some exquisite gifts in his hands.

Wu Fengzhao looked up and saw the man standing at the door, and said happily: "Ahh