Since everything has been said, Zhang Nan is also happy to be a good person, after all, it is better to let others remember their own feelings than to remember other people's feelings, and help Momen people to regain their identities, and by the way, light up Datang's science and technology tree, Zhang Nan feels that this business can still be done.

Seeing Zhang Nan agree, Mozu said happily: "Old man, I have pen and ink in my room, you can write a letter and send it home now, I will let Ah Da run a trip, if Qingquan you can really help Momen repair this plane that has been handed down from ancient times to the present, then you are our great benefactor of Momen." Mozu said.

"The benefactor doesn't dare to be a good deed, then it's not too late, I'll write a letter and send it back now, and repair this plane as soon as possible, so that I can go home one day sooner." After Zhang Nan finished speaking, he leaked a tired face, it is estimated that he has been kidnapped for two or three days, according to Li Er's temperament, Chang'an City is estimated to have turned the world upside down, and his wife, who looks strong but is not strong, is estimated to be in a hurry. Zhang Nan thought in his heart.

Sitting at Mo Zu's desk, Mo Zu put the ink he had just ground into Zhang Nan's hand, and put a piece of rice paper in front of Zhang Nan by the way.

But as soon as Zhang Nan picked up the brush, he made a difficulty.

"I can't write calligraphy at all, and I can't say that I can't, it's just that this character is really difficult to see, if you let Mozu write on your behalf, it is estimated that Cui Yue and Li Er will have to think that they have been killed." For a while, Zhang Nan was in trouble.

"What's the matter, Qingquan? Any questions? Mo Zu stood behind Zhang Nan and saw that Zhang Nan had not put down his pen for a long time, and he looked distressed, and asked strangely.

"Well, well, there's nothing wrong with that, so I'll write it now." Zhang Nan has no choice, who let himself not practice calligraphy when he is at home? Even playing for Li Er was ghostwritten by Cui Yue, which can be regarded as self-reaping the consequences now.

In order to make Cui Yue feel at ease, Zhang Nan still decided to show his dog crawling words, although he rarely writes, but Cui Yue should still be able to recognize his notes, it should be possible.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nan dipped his pen to his heart's content, and began to write on the paper with the posture of holding the pen in his mind, at first Mo Zu didn't look at what Zhang Nan was writing, but when he got closer, Mo Zu was shocked.

Is this the word? Even if it is a ghost drawing, it is much more neat and beautiful than what Zhang Nan wrote.

"Clear Spring? This, you word. "Mozu is really not good at describing Zhang Nan's character, not to mention the ugly writing, and not to mention the words, because Zhang Nan can only write simplified characters, so if this letter is for Mozu to see, it is basically a word after word.

"Any questions?" Although Zhang Nan knew what Mo Zu meant, he still decided to pretend to be stupid, after all, this person lost too much, so big that a cheeky person like Zhang Nan couldn't accept it.

"Your character is a bit unique." The corners of Mo Zu's mouth twitched, because Mo Zu really couldn't think of any adjectives to use to describe Zhang Nan's calligraphy, they all said that words are like people, and words are like faces, but after reading Zhang Nan's words, Mo Zu knew that there was such a big gap between a person's words and his person.

After listening to Mo Zu's evaluation of his words, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Damn, if it's ugly, it's ugly, what is unique." Zhang Nan said in his heart.

"Eh, Mozu, you don't know, this letter is written to my wife, my wife, I don't like to read good-looking words, I have to look at my ugly words to feel at ease, if I write a letter to her with good-looking words, then she must think that this is not written by me, it is found to be ghostwritten, so ah, this word, don't delve into it." Zhang Nan actually didn't know what he was talking about, in short, he was talking nonsense in front of Mozu.

Fortunately, Mozu didn't have any requirements for Zhang Nan to write, just expressed his shock, and when he heard Zhang Nan say so, Mozu went to the outhouse and left the inner room to Zhang Nan, so that Zhang Nan could write a letter home with peace of mind, and finally repair the plane for himself.

Zhang Nan's letter to his family in the mountains has not yet been written, and Li Er, who is sitting in the Taiji Palace, is already on the verge of breaking out.

It's been three whole days, three whole days, Jin Wuwei left and right, plus the cadets and instructors of the Datang Military Academy, thousands of people have turned over the mountain, but they can't find any trace of Zhang Nan, which makes Li Er himself dare not think about it.

"Zhijie, isn't there any news of Qingquan yet?" Li Er sat on the dragon chair, rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Hearing Li Er ask himself, Cheng Yanjin had no choice but to stand up straight and give Li Er his hand and said: "Back to the emperor, there is indeed no news of Qingquan, Qingquan seems to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace." Cheng Yanjin said with an embarrassed face.

For Cheng Yanjin, Zhang Nan is not only a junior, but also a junior who rarely has an appetite for himself, and now this junior was actually kidnapped by an unknown thief outside Chang'an City, which also made Cheng Yanjin very angry.

"What about the pharmacist? Is there any news from the military academy, didn't I arrange for the cadets of the military academy to search in Chang'an City, is there any news? Li Er continued to ask with his eyes closed.

"This ...... If you go back to the emperor, you haven't yet, not only the cadets of the military academy, but the old minister has already launched the relationship between the rivers and lakes to find it, but there is still no news. Li Jing also said with a sad face.

After all, I couldn't find a person for three days, and he was still an important minister of the imperial court, which is really a bit unspeakable.

Li Er closed his eyes and waved his hand, signaling that Li Jing could retreat.

"Jingde, I asked you to publish an article in the "Datang Daily" to help find Qingquan, do you have useful news from the people?" Li Er asked.

"Back to the emperor, no, although the people are very concerned about this matter, no one has provided useful clues." Wei Chi Jingde arched his hand and said.

Hearing this, Li Er couldn't hold back any longer, slapped the table with his hand and shouted: "Bastard, it's been three days, it's been three whole days, Qingquan still has no news at all, if Qingquan has something three long and two short, I ......" Li Er said here but couldn't say any more, after all, Zhang Nan was the only all-rounder he had met for so many years, and now this all-rounder has evaporated like this, and it is impossible for Li Er not to be angry.

The three of them heard Li Er's anger, and hurriedly said, "The emperor is angry." ”

"Calm your anger, tell me how to calm my anger, there is no news from this Qingquan for a day, and my heart can't settle down for a day, for so long, even whether Qingquan is dead or alive, and I don't even have a quasi-letter, so how can I calm my anger." After Li Er finished speaking, he slapped the dragon book case hard, and the lid of the teacup was about to turn over.