The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Is father writing a military book? Li Ruoshuang looked at Li Jing happily.

She had long heard that her father Li Jing planned to stay at home and write a military book when he got older.

It is like writing down all my military experience.

Li Ruoshuang knew that with his father Li Jing's ability, the military books written by him would definitely be treasures sought after by others.

I have nothing to do lately, and I always want to fulfill this wish.

I just encountered some problems. Where is Zhao Chen? He said he wanted to read what I wrote.

I was thinking that Zhao Chen had also experienced the Battle of Songzhou and might have some experience, so letting him see it might give me different inspirations.

Who knew that boy had been watching for so long? It was already dark and he still hadn't come back. Li Jing explained to the two of them, with a wry smile on his face.

Now he doesn't think Zhao Chen can bring any inspiration to him.

It has been such a long time, if there is any inspiration, Zhao Chen should have thought of it long ago.

Li Jing is now afraid that Zhao Chen fell asleep while watching The Art of War in the study.

This is really embarrassing.

He didn't want Zhao Chen to lose face, otherwise his daughter wouldn't be able to explain it to him.

It's true, you old man. Zhao Chen is only seventeen years old this year. You let him read the military book you wrote. Why don't you let me read it? Hongfu Nu complained.

You can't understand even if I show it to you. Li Jing muttered.

However, Hongfu Nu heard this clearly.

Immediately, in front of Li Ruoshuang, he grabbed Li Jing's ear.

You damn old man, you still dare to talk back to me, if I don't pull your ears, I'll pull your ears. Hongfu Nu scolded angrily.

Li Ruoshuang has long been accustomed to the two of them being like this.

I don't feel worried at all, or anything else.

Instead, I was worried about Zhao Chen.

Father, please don't say harsh words to Zhao Chen later. We will go over and tell him about the banquet. Li Ruo

Shuang said softly to Li Jing.

Yes, if you dare to say anything unpleasant to my son-in-law, I will tear my mouth apart. Hongfu Nu's fierce nature was fully exposed.

Li Jing's face turned dark.

There was no way to live this day. In order to take care of my uncle's feelings, my mother-in-law didn't take Li Jing into consideration at all.

Li Jing nodded aggrievedly, and the three of them continued walking towards the study.

Not long after, the three of them arrived outside the study.

The door to the study was closed, and only candles could be seen lit inside.

A figure was lying on the table, not knowing what he was doing.

Be careful what you say. Hongfu Nu glared at Li Jing and whispered.

Slowly opening the door to the study room, Hong Fu Nu showed a kind smile on her face, as if she was a completely different person than the one she had just treated Li Jing.

Zhao Chen, the banquet is ready. Let's go eat first. Hongfu Girl said to Zhao Chen with a smile.

Ahem, Zhao Chen, this food is almost cold. If you like to see it, you can take it back to see it later...cough cough cough——

In the middle of Li Jing's words, he felt Hongfunu pinching him hard.

He grimaced in pain.

Zhao Chen, the banquet is about to begin, let's go. Li Ruoshuang walked to Zhao Chen and whispered.

Well, it'll be ready soon. I'll complete the first volume and then go have dinner. Zhao Chen nodded, but the pen in his hand did not pause.

Li Jing looked at Hongfu Nu and blinked.

It seems that Zhao Chen didn't hear what he said just now.

What did he say? Li Jing lowered his voice and spoke to Hongfu Nu.

Zhao Chen said, complete the first volume and then go have dinner.

If you roll up the roll, just

Is there one ending left? Didn't it take long to write this? It's over so quickly? Hong Fu Nu looked at Li Jing curiously.

Shit, I just started writing and I haven't written much yet, less than 30%. Li Jing used a rare curse word, but he still pointed it at Hong Fu Nu.

Hong Funu didn't seem to hear Li Jing's harsh words, but looked at Li Jing strangely and said, Zhao Chen just said that he would write it for you right away.

He wrote you 70%?

How do I know? Li Jing shook his head.

There was even more doubt in my heart.

In good conscience, even if he killed Li Jing, he would not believe that Zhao Chen could complete 70% of the first volume of his art of war.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

He, Li Jing, had led troops in battles for decades. He wrote a military book in two months, but he only wrote less than 30% of the first volume.

Still stuck here today.

Zhao Chen, a seventeen-year-old boy, has only been to the battlefield once.

It took more than two hours to complete 70% of what Li Jing had not completed?

Isn't this a slap in Li Jing's face?

If this is really the case, will Li Jing be able to hold his head high in the future?

call--

It's finally done.

Li Jing was just thinking about something when he suddenly heard Zhao Chen let out a heavy breath.

The brush in his hand is also placed in the pen holder.

Hey, why are you all here? Oh, it's already dark. Zhao Chen seemed to have just come to his senses.

How much have you written? Li Jing walked up to Zhao Chen in two steps and asked in a deep voice.

Not much, just follow your previous ideas and keep writing. Zhao Chen said with a smile.

Can I take a look? Li Jing was still a little curious about what Zhao Chen wrote.

In fact, from his own heart, Li Jingya

I simply don’t believe that Zhao Chen can write anything good.

The art of war is not the same as the script. The script can be made up randomly.

Military skills require real experience.

Otherwise, the slightest mistake will be fatal.

Then take a look and point out any bad points. Zhao Chen smiled and rubbed his shoulders.

You must be tired after sitting for so long. Let me rub it for you. Seeing Zhao Chen rubbing his shoulders, Li Ruoshuang felt a little distressed.

He stretched out a pair of jade hands, put them on Zhao Chen's shoulders, and kneaded him gently.

Zhao Chen, if my father says something is wrong later, don't feel uncomfortable. Li Ruoshuang said in Zhao Chen's ear.

Regarding military affairs, Li Jing was extremely strict.

No room for error.

No matter how much he liked Zhao Chen, Li Jing would not show any mercy once Zhao Chen made any mistakes in the military book.

Li Ruoshuang was worried that Zhao Chen would eventually quarrel with his father Li Jing if he insisted on his own opinion.

No, help me move to the left. Zhao Chen smiled.

Hongfu Nu was also a little nervous at this moment.

She saw that Li Jing's face was extremely solemn, and it seemed that he had reached the extreme point of explosion.

My heart couldn't help but start beating the drum.

Normally, she would scold Li Jing for a few words, but Li Jing would just laugh and pass.

But if there is something wrong with the writing of this soldier, Li Jing will really disregard his feelings.

In Li Jing's words, a soldier is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for carelessness.

Li Jing's face became more and more solemn, and soon his face turned completely gloomy.

Hong Fu Nu felt that something was wrong and quickly said, It's getting dark and everyone is hungry. Let's go eat first.

What are you going to eat? I won't eat it! Li Jing suddenly yelled, startling Hongfu Nu.