"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 with support on the table. 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.

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His trembling body made it difficult to tell whether he was scared 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 they had no problems." Mi August said.

The spirit of the house should be, but can't answer the reason.

Mi August was thoughtful, so he picked up the article on the table and read it.

——Mi Feixue’s creative perspective is special and metaphorical. If she wants to be better promoted and accepted and understood by the people, she must write articles with more storytelling.

This is like poetry that has been passed down through the ages, requiring future generations to read and understand a truth.

To Mi August's surprise, he read three articles in a row. In all three articles, he more or less understood the connotation of Mi Feixue's creation and understood her metaphors.

This generation of literati was better than she thought.

She put aside the articles with the best reading comprehension and polishing, turned to the last one and just read the beginning to calm down.

"Feng Mingzi"

This was the only one named among the several articles she read.

A premonition that he was about to find a treasure made Mi August raise his eyebrows and continue to look back.

ten minutes later.

Mi August turned back to the first page of the article he had read and found the author's name.

Chen Nong.

This person almost perfectly polished Mi Feixue's nursery rhyme and expanded it into a complete horror story, as if he had experienced everything that happened in Beiyuan City as a bystander, including Wen Jiazi's suffering, Feng Baozi's rescue,

It is as if I can empathize with the pain of the children and the fear of the common people and construct it with words.

It's a talent.

It just so happens that Siye Mansion is short of talents right now.

Two consecutive chapters today are great chapters! The water has been squeezed dry!
Chapter completed!