Xin Lin chewed a bite of bun, drank another sip of tea, and crossed his legs.

"Fengxi, how do you see it? How about this word?"

Feng Xiu sighed.

"Good word."

Feng Xi has practiced magic for more than 20 years and has never spoken of such a styled word.

Although, it is the word "money".

The most vulgar words have the least vulgar writing style.

This is like Xin Lin.

It looks young but deep in mind, which makes people unpredictable.

"That's right, I don't even look at whose word this is. This is Wang Xi..."

Xin Lin shouted.

"Whose word?"

Feng Xi wondered.

Xin Lin almost choked by the bun.

"I mean, that's my signature word. Don't worry, if you give it to Mr. Zhou tomorrow morning, he will be extremely satisfied. He will lose all the evil deeds."

She could say that it was the word of the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi.

When Xin Lin was locked in the dark organization, he was so idle every day that the old Chinese doctor who was locked up next door was an avid calligraphy enthusiast. If he had nothing to do, he would let Xin Lin copy the copybook.

Xin Lin is a person who learns what he wants. When she escapes from the dark organization, in her own words, even if she doesn't act as a miscellaneous female soldier, she can just copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and paintings to make her beautiful and rich.

When it comes to learning martial arts and spiritual cultivation, the Eastern Continent is very powerful. But when it comes to calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, anyone from the Eastern Continent will have to kneel down and call him a harrow. "You won, after that, what is the purpose of coming to me tonight?"

Feng Xi read the word several times and carefully put it away.

"You know my purpose is not simple?"

Xin Lin blinked.

"You didn't make these buns."

Feng Xi said softly.

"Uh... Monk, you're so clever."

Xin Lin hasn't made any new flavors of buns recently. She took these buns from Chu Xiaoguan and made by Mu Yi.

Mu Yi's craftsmanship is excellent, and Xin Lin himself didn't make any difference.

But Monk Fengxi ate it in one bite?

After Feng Xi said it, Xin Lin felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm willing to accept the loss, just speak up."

Feng Xi didn't mean to care about it.

"I came here because I wanted you to help persuade Taichangqing to go to the palace and save the concubine of the master. Someone wanted to kill her life."

Xin Lin thought about it and thought about how to tell Monk Fengxi about Shifei.

Feng Xi seems to be a good talker, but sometimes it is very stern and difficult to convince.

As soon as Xin Lin finished speaking, Feng Xi's face looked a little strange.

"What? It's not easy to deal with? You must help me. Concubine Shi lost her children and was imprisoned in the heavenly prison. She was very pitiful."

Xin Lin's face was wrinkled and looked like a little bun.

"I have heard about Concubine Shi, too."

Feng Xi also heard about the things in the palace.

This is indeed a bit strange.

"Then did you agree? No, you have to let Taichangqing agree. Otherwise, you can take me to pay homage to Taichangqing and I will ask him personally?"

Xin Lin looked outside the wing room, and there was a wing room not far away. According to Feng Xi, it was Taichangqing's residence.

However, the lights in that wing room have been turned off. Tai Changqing will not sleep anymore, right?

Xin Lin started to feel sad.

If we don’t take advantage of tonight to get the Concubine Shi and want to rescue him another day, it will not be so easy.

"I'll go to the palace."

Feng Xi thought about it and blurted out.
Chapter completed!