Ying Wuji nodded, then changed the subject and asked, "By the way, Brother Zhao! I'm actually not very satisfied with the draft of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Can you give me some suggestions?"
"Ah? Opinions?"
Zhao Ning was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said righteously: "Brother Ying must be worrying too much. Your draft of the new chapter of Liao Zhai is beautifully written, profound in meaning, and has profound philosophical thoughts. It is a masterpiece that is not inferior to the previous volumes. What is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"so……"
Ying Wuji finally felt relieved.
Turns out to be a fake fan!
I told you!
How could the younger generation of the Zhao family be as perverted as me?
I'm afraid Tangtang is the only one who actually reads Shiwen.
Ying Wuji is having a headache. Why not stop worrying about it and just go all in on Tangtang?
After all, Brother Zhao is a little unromantic and is always serious every day.
Tangtang must feel that she is a pervert now, but she is not that repulsive.
After we get married, let her experience more perverted things, so that she won’t think writing erotic stories is perverted.
"Brother Ying? What are you thinking about?"
"nothing!"
Ying Wuji glanced at the waiter who came over with the food tray, smiled and pushed Zhao Ning onto the stone bench: "It's just right for us to have breakfast together!"
"Why!"
Zhao Ning felt that Brother Ying was much more normal today. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.
Just as I was about to eat, I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Me! You Jiang brother!"
“Here it comes!”
Ying Wuji opened the gate and saw Jiang Taiyuan standing at the door.
The extremely exquisite clothes were incompatible with his rough temperament.
Jiang Taiyuan chuckled: "Brother Ying! Today, I am the welcoming officer along with your father-in-law, but I have one more viewing seat than him. Call me brother, and I will give you the viewing seat!"
"Brother, you are my brother!"
Ying Wuji had no interest in the viewing seats, but he still had a good impression of Jiang Taiyuan, so he pulled him over and said, "Let's go together later and have breakfast first!"
"Hey! This young man from the Zhao family is here too!"
Jiang Taiyuan looked at Zhao Ning curiously: "I see that you have an extraordinary demeanor. You must be a young hero of the Zhao clan. I haven't told you about the Zhou emperor's nightmare for three hours. Do you want to listen to you?"
Zhao Ning: “…”
To be honest, she was a little unsure about Jiang Taiyuan, so she tried to be polite and said she would not listen.
As a result, Jiang Taiyuan was a little too familiar and was about to speak as soon as he opened his mouth.
Zhao Ning was somewhat helpless: "Brother Jiang! You are the director of the Zhou royal court music bureau. Isn't it inappropriate to arrange the Zhou emperor like this?"
"You're no fun!"
Jiang Taiyuan touched his nose awkwardly, and stopped talking about this topic, and talked about other things.
After breakfast, the three of them took a carriage to the outside of Jiangcheng.
The huge viewing platform has been built. Although there is still some time before the four masters arrive, many students from hundreds of schools are already waiting here. It is unusually lively outside the city than inside.
Jiang Taiyuan walked in front with a big smile, greeting this person and that person, like a socialite.
If he meets someone of status, he will introduce him to Ying Wuji.
I don’t know how this eldest brother of the Yang Zhu School practiced Taoism and got to know so many powerful people from aristocratic families.
"Tian Wenjing!"
Hearing Jiang Taiyuan's voice, Ying Wuji raised his head again. Was he going to introduce someone new?
However, there was no polite words before the introduction this time, and it was obvious at first glance that he was an acquaintance.
Brother Jiang’s acquaintances are my acquaintances.
Ying Wuji was preparing for some fun.
Then Jiang Taiyuan's loud voice was heard: "Tian Wenjing, my Gan Lin mother!"
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