Something seems to be wrong.
Yang Yingguang suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a huge malice for no reason.
Trembling with fear and treading on thin ice.
It seemed that if I took a wrong step, I would be dead.
Who is planning the truth?
This tyrant woman and that old man in front of me definitely don't have this ability!
Thinking of this.
Yang Yingguang quietly took a few steps back, hid himself in the thick crowd, and activated his skills.
——Stand still, uh, no, use stillness to control movement!
Kong Lingda raised his head slightly, trying to create a condescending feeling.
With three parts of sarcasm, three parts of contempt, three parts of disdain, and one part of sympathy in his smile, he said confidently:
"Since this problem arises because officials are unfamiliar with the writing habits of various factions, then—"
Coming...coming?
Ming Zhanxue definitely doesn’t know about this.
You bastard, I've got your little weakness, just wait for death!
The flames in Yan Jiaoran's eyes were about to burn out, almost burning the entire Qiankun Palace to ashes.
"I think, why not organize great scholars to compile a book called 'Hundred Schools of Thought'?"
Well……
Hundred Schools of Thought?
Not punctuation?
Maybe a name change?
That bastard must have given some advice to that old man Kong Lingda!
Didn’t we agree to give all the credit to Murong Yanran?
snort!
"Left Prime Minister, what on earth is this Hundred Schools of Thought?"
Lei Fenkai had just returned from the construction site and was firing on all cylinders.
Kong Lingda smiled faintly and said aloud: "The Hundred Schools of Thought should record the essence of the articles of various schools in the world and mark all the writing habits of each school!"
hiss--
Everyone was stunned and took several deep breaths.
Kong Lingda used all his strength and said hysterically:
"As long as we have this Hundred Schools of Thought, from now on, when officials write memorials, they only need to mark which school they came from. If there is any misunderstanding or confusion, they can just refer to this Hundred Schools of Thought."
"By comparing the two, once you have mastered punctuation, all your problems will naturally be solved!"
Ah...this...
The raging rage in Yan Jiaoran's eyes was extinguished in an instant.
I'm sorry, you bastard. It's my fault. I misunderstood you.
Sorry—
While everyone was dumbfounded, Yan Jiaoran secretly stuck out her tongue to show her respect for Qin Yuan.
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