Salted fish is pregnant with the Emperor's cub after Wearing a Book

Chapter 35

    Ben Langjun was deeply loved by his elders.

    Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yin Yanjun hurriedly pulled over the long gown on the hanger and put it on meticulously, but the hand that tied the belt trembled slightly.

    The hooligan Xiao Langjun couldn't help but snorted in his heart. The Taoist priest looks like that little lady who was molested by the gangsters in the street. It's so beautiful.

    Yin Yanjun tidied up his clothes and raised his head lightly, and looked towards the door. Xiao Langjun, who was leaning crookedly beside the door frame, had a faint light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

    The tips of his ears were slightly red, and Yin Yanjun could only pretend to be calm, with a shallow smile in his eyes: "Xiao Langjun woke up early again today." The Taoist priest,

    who had already raised his feet and sat in front of the book desk, was writing scriptures. , still sitting upright and upright as loose, so that Xu Yanqing, a salted fish who never sat well, couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up to express his endless admiration.

    He slowly lifted his feet and walked into Daoist Xuanchen's room. This house was originally the place where the elder brother lived, and after the elder brother left Xujia Village, the house was empty.

    Looking at the whole room now, except for some books and the Taoist priest's clothes, the rest is still empty and looks a little deserted.

    Xiao Langjun couldn't help smacking his tongue, the whole room was as cold as his master, so sometimes he wondered if the Taoist priest was learning from the ascetic monks in those temples, even though he was an emperor, he lived a very hard life.

    "The Taoist priest is as diligent as ever." Xu Yanqing walked to the desk and sat down, leaning in front of the Taoist priest Xuanchen to read the dense scriptures, before he glanced at it, he felt that his whole head was going to get bigger, that's it. Salted fish can't understand anything.

    However, Xianyu Xiaolangjun still has the ability to appreciate, holding his side face and sighing dryly: "Daochang's words are really well written."

    Xuanchen Daochang's words are indeed very beautiful, and the strokes are delicate and smooth, but not lost. The strength is quite a green bamboo, and it also carries the unique ease and coldness of the Taoist priest. In short, it is very attractive to Xiao Langjun.

    After all, Xu Yanqing's brush calligraphy is a little better than the dog crawling calligraphy. When he sees other people's calligraphy so beautiful, he can't help but sigh with admiration.

    "Xiaolangjun's calligraphy really needs to be practiced." Thinking of Xiaolangjun's family letters, Yin Yanjun couldn't help joking twice.

    This made Xu Yanqing even more emotional. There is actually a reason for Yin Xiaohou to be worried about him. It seems that he has still damaged the Taoist priest.

    Today's Taoist priest is more and more able to make fun of people, but it seems that he is the one who gets hurt every time. Xianyu said that he should lie flat and laugh at him. After all, it is impossible to practice calligraphy.

    So Xianyu Xiaolangjun took the pen and ink on the bookcase and doodled on a piece of white paper. Yin Yanjun smiled lightly and continued the scriptures that he had not yet finished.

    Xianyu didn't have any superb drawing skills in his hands, and he could even draw a simple cartoon painting into four different characters. In the end, he drew a few random strokes, and an ancient version of the abstract painting was freshly released.