“…” Chen Nong’s expression was at a loss for words, “I haven’t finished reading yet.”
The Master paused, looked at his face again, and felt worried in his heart: It felt like half of my life had been lost before I finished reading. Is it okay to read again? But there are too few people on his side who can bear to write it down.
Chen Nong: “Master, I’m afraid that nursery rhyme is different.”
The master nodded and told the truth, “Eight of them have been carried out here.”
Chen Nong stared at the master in disbelief.
The master explained, “Don’t be afraid. If you risk your life, you can still get the longevity pill from Si Ye Mansion. Those scholars are all voluntary. If they fail once, they won’t be given a second time. After taking the pill, they want to come back and try it again.” try.”
Chen Nong asked: “The Jushou Pill is a medicine distributed by Si Yefu?”
Master: “Have you not received the medicine yet? What was given out was diluted medicine. Jushou Dan is a better thing.”
Chen Nong has been hit many times today and he doesn’t want to mention his suspicions about Si Yefu again.
The Master did not ask further questions, but when it came to business, he said, “Are you still doing polishing articles?”
After experiencing the horror just now, Chen Nong was still frightened when he thought about it. His scalp was dripping with sweat. He trembled on his lips and said, “Do it.”
The master, who had already predicted rejection from his expression, was about to persuade him again when the words reached his tongue before he realized what he was hearing.
“Um?”
“I said, do it.” Chen Nong shivered and took out the crumpled paper from his clothes, slowly unfolded it and continued to read.
The master just watched this man who was almost thirty years old swaying, his legs were weak and he sat down on the desk. His face turned blue as if the half-life he had just recovered had gone. Finally, his eyes flashed with tears, and he cried silently. .
His trembling body made it difficult to tell whether he was afraid or excited.
…
On the table is a thin stack of polished and expanded articles sent by Master.
Mi August sat over and asked, “That’s all?”
If she remembered correctly, there were many disciples of Master Hu who were new to him, and he also recruited many literati.
Zhai Ling silently told the story about the nursery rhyme written by Mi Feixue that scared most of the literati into fainting and frightened them.
After listening, Mi August was slightly surprised. The stories written by Xiao Feixue were indeed darker and more metaphorical than those written by ordinary children. In her opinion, this was not a shortcoming, but an advantage. It was easy to impress and catchy. , but not to the extent that it can scare people into fainting.
“Those children also read and learned it, but there was no problem.” Mi August said.
The spirit of the house should be, but can’t answer the reason.