For his father in this life.
Zhao Huaizhen actually had mixed feelings.
Before he was ten years old, before his mother disappeared, she was still very good to him.
Until his mother went missing.
He had no one to rely on.
He was badly suppressed by that b * tch who had gained power, and his food, clothing, and housing were even reduced by a grade.
Although his father secretly gave him pocket money.
However, he was just a noob.
He was henpecked!
That was why he did not dare to give her any benefits openly.
In fact, this engagement was supposed to be for her younger brother.
That was because the future head of the family would only be his younger brother.
But what about his younger brother?
He foolishly thought that this girl from the Yun family was not worthy of him at all.
Only the high and mighty empress was worthy of him.
In the future, he even dreamed of becoming the ruler of the Great Tang Empire.
If Zhao Huai really didn't know what kind of person Wu Zetian was, then he would have to be careful.
Perhaps, like other men, he also had a sliver of fantasy about the alluring empress.
However, that was a woman whom he could seal for his Master.
You expect her to fall in love with a man.
It was simply too whimsical.
The moment he entered.
Zhao Huaizhen saw his father reading an unknown book.
If not for Zhao Huaizhen.
He saw his pen name at the bottom right corner of the book.
Lanling smiled.
He probably really thought that his father was studying late at night.
He was the model of a scholar.
After his source of income was cut off by more than half, Zhao Huaizhen naturally became a plagiarist.
As for what he copied.
Of course, it was one of the Four Great Classics written by Zhao Huaizhen.
In the book, Pan Jinlian, Li Ping 'er, and Pang Chunmei were vividly portrayed.
Every scholar in Chang 'an would read it repeatedly late at night.
That was really a…
Sitting alone in the study as a wife, this feeling is not known to outsiders.
If he changed his left hand to his right hand, he would be abandoning his wife and remarrying.
Strangle after strangle, his entire body was itchy and his bones were numb.
Drops of water fell to the ground, and their children and grandchildren turned into mud.
Most of the young scholars worshipped Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng to the extreme.
In this era ruled by the empress.
There was no law that advocated the freedom of speech of scholars.
This was why Zhao Huaizhen had enough resources for him to cultivate.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to even feed himself.
However, it was far from enough. Otherwise, he would not have agreed to marry Yun Ying.
However, Zhao Huaizhen did not expect this.
His father, who usually looked extremely serious, was actually a sentimental person.
She didn't know if it was her son, but the way he looked at her was a little strange.
Zhao Ping 'an put away the book as if he had a guilty conscience.
Fortunately, Huai Zhen didn't ask.
"Cough cough, I called you here today because I have something to talk to you about."
"I know."
"It's because the betrothal gifts that were left for me were all spent by Cheng Ren, isn't it?" Zhao Huaizhen said.”
Hearing this.
Zhao Ping 'an could only sigh helplessly.
She looked at her child guiltily.
His eyes were filled with guilt and apology.
He knew that he was really sorry for his son.
However, his wife was too domineering.
Today, he was prepared to give all the secret manuals passed down by his ancestors to his son.
He also taught him the art of calligraphy.
This secret manual was not an ordinary secret manual.
He could integrate calligraphy into martial arts and cultivate it to the King's Realm. He could even use his words!
Zhao Ping 'an continued to talk to Zhao Huaizhen earnestly.
Zhao Huaizhen had never blamed his father.
After all, he had given him all the money he had secretly saved.
It was enough that he had a heart.
Zhao Ping 'an started talking about the Yun family's calligraphy.
"Huaizhen, do you know which immortal made the Yun family's calligraphy?”
Zhao Ping 'an was also curious.
That was because Yun Zhengchu had even asked him a riddle, saying that the person who made this calligraphy was far away but right in front of him.
However, he did not know any immortals or Daoists.
Except for Huai Zhen's swindler master.
However, he had seen the old Daoist's words before. There was no immortal aura at all.
"That, why? I wrote it.”
Zhao Huaizhen tilted his head and said.
Wasn't it just a set of calligraphy? What was so amazing about it? If he wanted to write it, he could casually write a graduation memorial.
However, Zhao Huaizhen didn't understand.
To these scholars, these words were even more precious than the legendary treasures!
Hearing his son's words.
Zhao Pingan was stunned for a moment.
Clearly, his brain had crashed.
After a while, he stuttered,""You... You... You said... Then... That word…Did you write it? Son, don't lie to me."
His eyes were filled with shock and confusion.。
His son was actually so graceful. He had seen that word before. With a stroke, it was as if an immortal had soared into the sky and left.
It was also like the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon flying in the sky, moving from nothingness to emptiness.
It was truly an immortal's brush technique!
He saw his father's disbelief.
Zhao Huaizhen asked his father to grind the ink for him.
Zhao Ping 'an was also quite happy.
She said to her son as she grinded the ink.
"Son, I was going to give you the secret manual passed down by your ancestors today. If your words really have the meaning of the immortal's brush, then I can rest assured in the future and give an explanation to the family.”
Zhao Ping 'an was still feeling proud.
What he wanted to impart to Huai Zhen was the ancestral brush intent and secret manual.
However, at this moment, his son suddenly told him that he possessed the Immortal's Brush Intent!
It was like you had just left the novice village.
If you showed off your maximum level novice equipment to others, they would directly lay their cards on the table.
Was he shocked?
Zhao Ping 'an was so shocked that he almost went numb!
However, he also suspected that his son would not let him worry.
Was she bragging to him?
However, he knew that his son had never lied to him before.
For a moment.
Zhao Ping 'an had a complicated expression.
He remembered that he had never taught Huai Zhen any calligraphy.
His wife had made him focus all his energy on Cheng Ren.
He simply couldn't find the time to teach Huai Zhen.
For a moment.
He didn't know if he was happy or sad.
The pity was that he did not teach Huai Zhen badly. The pity was that if he had taught Huai Zhen, he might have been able to get some immortal energy from him.
At this moment.
The ink was already polished.
Zhao Huaizhen raised his brush.
Zhao Ping 'an looked at his son in shock.
Because from the moment his son picked up the pen.
His son was really like an immortal!
At this moment!
He started writing!
Zhao Huaizhen's stroke was replaced by Zhao Ping 'an's shocked and numb expression!
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