C192 Old zhang ling-fu!

On the other side.

Jiang Zhenfeng's courtyard was close to the garden at the back of the courtyard. In the quiet courtyard, there were tens of fragrant Luo Mu, all of them transplanted from the Dragon Mountain.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Zhenfeng was sitting in his study room, reading a letter written by the Confucian scholar, Deng Xi.

Suddenly