"Zhao Li, why are you so worried? Could it be that there is an attack from the north?"

It turned out that the man in brocade robes running in front was Zhao Xun's former book boy.

"It can't be that it's coming from the north. It's news about Brother Lin, good news."

Zhao Li took out the letter Tian Qi had sent to him at starry night from his arms.

"Is it related to Lin'er?"

Zhao Xun was stunned for a moment.

"What good news can the boy have?"

Zhao Xun knew his son very well.

Just an ordinary young man.

However, after he read Tian Qi's letter in its entirety, the expression on his face became more and more exciting.

"impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Zhao Li was not only unhappy when he saw Zhao Xun, but was shocked and said with a smile: "That's Brother Lin! He really looks like the Marshal when he was young. He became very famous at the poetry festival.

Now the whole health knows Brother Lin’s reputation! Brother Lin is indeed a handsome guy!”

"This is impossible for my son to do."

Zhao Xun looked strange and murmured:

"Fine wine and tulips in Kuaiji, jade bowls filled with amber light. But the master can make the guests drunk, and they don't know where they are in a foreign country."

Although he could not recite this poem, he always felt familiar with it.

It is impossible for my son to write such a poem!

There is nothing comparable to our calligraphy!

At this time, a very ridiculous idea suddenly emerged in his mind:

My Lin'er......
Chapter completed!