Meng Tian looked at Meng Yi with a puzzled look.

Why can you understand every word, but you can’t understand it when you put it together?

Meng Yi waved his hand and signaled that he didn't understand.

In the end, the Montessori brothers followed Zhao Zheng to the palace.

Zixiao Palace is supported by thirty-six white marble pillars. There is a high platform made of glazed tiles in the hall, which is pure and flawless.

On all sides of the high platform are tables, with brushes and inkstones hanging on them, and rolls of blank bamboo slips on them.

"Sit down!"

Zhao Zheng sat in the front, and the Meng brothers sat beside Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng slowly closed his eyes, and for a moment, the Zixiao Palace fell into tranquility.

But Meng Yi knew that at most three moments, the tranquility would turn into a stunning wave and swept across the entire Zixiao Palace.
Chapter completed!