The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Zhao Chen separated from Li Ruoshuang and the others in the front yard, and walked leisurely to Li Jing's study.

Zhao Chen has been to Li Jing's study several times.

Although it is not a familiar road, it is not likely to get lost.

Along the road, I looked around at the scenery inside the Duke's Mansion. Even though it was not too prosperous, it still had a unique flavor.

After walking around and spending half a stick of incense, Zhao Chen arrived at Li Jing's study.

Knocked on the door, but no one spoke.

Zhao Chen gently pushed the door open and saw Li Jing with his head buried in front of him, writing something on a piece of paper.

"Father-in-law?" Zhao Chen called softly.

Li Jing heard the sound and looked up at the door. When he saw it was Zhao Chen, a smile immediately appeared on his face, "Zhao Chen, why do you have time to come here?"

"Didn't you say you would come to the house for a banquet today?" Zhao Chen said with a smile.

"Oh, yes, yes, I asked my servant to invite you to the house yesterday. This man is old and his memory is really bad." Li Jing obviously just came back to his senses, patted his forehead and laughed.

"Come, sit down first. If you want to drink tea, you can pour it yourself. I still have some left to write." Li Jing asked Zhao Chen to sit down and picked up the pen again.

Zhao Chen stopped talking and poured himself a cup of tea.

Holding the tea cup, he started wandering around Li Jing's study.

There are many books in the study, but most of them are books recording ancient wars.

There are many unique copies that have been lost for a long time, but traces can be found here.

Zhao Chen saw at a glance the "Three Parts on the Art of War" that had been lost in the records.

This book was a military work jointly written by Han Xin, the founding general of the Western Han Dynasty, and Zhang Liang, one of the three heroes of the early Han Dynasty.

It's just that this book was said to have been lost during the civil strife of the Western Han Dynasty, when the Liu clan kings strangled the Lu clan members.

Unexpectedly, I came across this book today.

Zhao Chen flipped through it casually for a few times and concluded in his heart that the book was authentic.

Holding the book, I was about to ask Li Jing about the origin of this book.

\u003e When I turned around, I saw Li Jing frowning, his eyes fixed on the paper on the table filled with ink.

Seems to be thinking about something.

Zhao Chen hesitated for a while, but still didn't speak immediately.

"This is inappropriate."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"After doing this, I always feel that there is something lacking."

Li Jing shook his head and muttered to himself again.

His eyes were still on the table.

This old man can't be crazy.

Zhao Chen thought to himself.

He walked to Li Jing, sat down on the small stool, and whispered, "What happened?"

When Li Jing heard the voice, he slowly came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Chen, frowned and said, "I am writing the first volume of the Art of War, which is about military strategies for generals."

"But writing it like this always feels a little strange, but I can't tell it."

"The Art of War? The Art of War of Duke Wei?" Zhao Chen blurted out after being stunned.

"What's the Art of War? I've just started writing it, and you've even thought of the name for me?" Li Jing was stunned for a while.

This art of war has only been written in the first volume, and Zhao Chen has already given himself a name?

The Art of War of the Duke of Wei?

Well, the name is not bad, and it will save you the time of thinking of names in the future.

"I'm just talking nonsense." Zhao Chen felt that he said too much, which made Li Jing feel strange.

"By the way, do you think something is strange? I can help you take a look." Zhao Chen quickly changed the subject.

"That's right. Your performance in Songzhou has been praised by all the cultural relics of the dynasty. His Majesty also said that if it weren't for you, Songzhou doesn't know when it would be taken back."

"Zhao Chen, you are very talented, but unfortunately you are too lazy."

"But that's fine, just help me find out what's wrong." Li Jing nodded, stood up and gave up his position to Zhao Chen.

In the battle of Songzhou, although Zhao Chen did not go to the front line in person.

But if Zhao Chen hadn't suddenly brought out those sky-blasting cannons, Songzhou City would probably still be in the hands of the Tibetan people.

The sky-blasting cannon is equivalent to a trump card and is also part of the plan.

Li Jing is now looking forward to whether Zhao Chen can help him see what's wrong with this.

Zhao Chen was not polite either. Zhao Chen was slightly excited to be able to participate in the creation of such a great work as The Art of War of Duke Wei.

After all, this art of war has really been passed down for thousands of years.

If you can write your own name on it in the future, it will be considered a mark in history.

Sitting down on his knees, Zhao Chen's eyes fell on the paper on the table.

"How's it going? Do you have any ideas?" After about a cup of tea, Li Jing felt a little impatient.

Seeing that Zhao Chen was still looking at the paper in front of him without moving, Li Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and reminded him.

This book on The Art of War was written based on Li Jing’s lifelong combat experience.

The content is so profound that it would take an unknown amount of time for ordinary people to understand it, even if they could understand it.

Seeing that Zhao Chen didn't speak, Li Jing secretly blamed himself for being too naive.

I really regard Zhao Chen as a genius.

After all, even a genius needs time to accumulate.

If you do this, you may hurt Zhao Chen's confidence.

"Zhao Chen, it's okay if you can't tell. You're still young and you can take your time with many things."

"And you have only experienced one war, so your experience is still not enough. When you see more in the future, these will definitely not be a problem for you."

"Don't take this matter to heart. Go and talk to the girl in front. I will go over and talk to you later." Li

A kind smile appeared on Jing's face.

There was no sarcasm in the words that came out of his mouth, only words of comfort.

"I'll go later. I have to think about it again. Father-in-law, you go first. I'll come back later." Zhao Chen said to Li Jing without raising his head.

Li Jing was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask Zhao Chen to leave, but seeing how absorbed he was, he couldn't help but sigh.

Shaking his head, he left the study.

…

Li Jing was in a great mood when he saw his daughter back.

I talked to Li Ruoshuang for a long time.

It’s just that Zhao Chen hasn’t come back.

Hongfunu cooked more than a dozen dishes herself.

The night fell, the candlelight flickered, but Zhao Chen still did not appear.

"Old man, where is Zhao Chen? I didn't tell you where you went, why haven't you seen anyone come back?" Several hours have passed, but Zhao Chen is nowhere to be seen.

The banquet is about to start, how can Zhao Chen, the protagonist of the banquet, not show up.

Li Jing was also confused.

It has been two hours since he left the study and came here.

Anyway, it's time for Zhao Chen to come over.

Could it be that Zhao Chen fell asleep in the study?

"Maybe he fell asleep because he was tired from watching The Art of War. I'll go check on him." After Li Jing finished speaking, he got up and went to look for Zhao Chen.

Li Ruoshuang didn't know what Zhao Chen was doing in the study. She couldn't help but feel a little worried after not seeing anyone for so long.

He also went there with Li Jing.

Seeing that both of them had gone, Hong Fu Nu felt worried and quickly chased after them.

"Old man, Zhao Chen is here for a banquet. What tactics are you going to show him?"

"It's not what you are writing, is it?" Hongfunu walked beside Li Jing and complained a few words.

She is her precious Zhao Chen now, and she doesn't want Zhao Chen to be tired or sleepy.