Chapter 424

Fu tonger's calligraphy is inherited from the Mencius. It can be said that after she was picked up, she studied with Mencius Heng. Later, because of her love for Mencius Heng, her handwriting was close to Meng Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally.

For ten years, she has practiced calligraphy for ten years in order to show everyone that she is strong enough to be the mistress of the Meng family.

Without comparison, it is not easy to write such calligraphy at the age of 16, and the master Meng's calculation will come to an end.

But who would have thought that the children killed in the middle of the Bai family should have learned a vigorous and powerful font, and they were naturally formed and gifted. Everyone in the audience could see clearly that the level of the two sides was high and low, and the quality was obvious.

Meng Ziheng frowned at Fu tong'er's brushwork, so he sighed and held down her pen. "My heart is not still. It's useless to write any more."

If she is not distracted, and does not have such a heavy sense of gain and loss, she may be able to compete with each other and produce different products, but the bad thing is that Fu tong'er is too arrogant and attaches too much importance to this fame and wealth. What Mencius Heng didn't like was her.

Fu tong'er looks at the palm she holds in her hand. Her warm temperature and ambiguous posture are supposed to be a harmonious picture of zither and zither. However, the unfinished pen and ink under the paper is so dazzling that she looks up in panic, as if she can absorb all the sarcastic eyes.

Humiliation, unwilling, a variety of complex emotions filled in the heart, so that she instantly red eyes.

"Ha ha, if it is really a competition, you are not qualified to be on the same stage with me." Bai Wenbo's voice was loud and small. He only looked at two pieces of rice paper and immediately judged the sound.

Although all the people present could see the victory or defeat, they did not dare to expose them in public like children.

But because they are children and gifted, we can only say that they are arrogant and can not be criticized.

It has to be said that the white family out of a good chess, blocking the Meng family no retreat.

"It's only in meditation and self-cultivation. Too much emphasis on winning or losing is not necessarily a good thing." The Meng family was beaten in public. As the eldest son and grandson of the Meng family, Meng Ziheng naturally would not stand idly by. He was the most gifted scholar in the past hundred years. What he said had the most weight. It was more appropriate to teach the crazy young generation a lesson than the master Meng.

"You are the genius Mencius Heng?" Bai Wenbo's immature voice was full of pride. After confirming Meng Ziheng's identity, he opened his mouth directly and said, "I'm going to compare with him. Who can write better? Don't think I despised me when I was young. If you don't agree, you are narrow-minded. "

Bai Wenbo pressed him step by step, and his words were even more merciless. Up to now, some people have looked back at Bai Hua, who was silent. When he saw the smile on the other side, he suddenly realized.

The child is afraid to be taken as a pawn, behind the mastermind or Bai Hua in the manipulation.

Mencius Heng has just announced to put an end to the rumors, using engagement to cover up ugliness - Wen, the white family's hind feet came to make trouble, ostensibly to suppress Mencius Heng, so as to suppress the Meng family behind him.

As the saying goes, both prosperity and loss are lost.

Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at the little spot in front of him. His face was unhappy, and he did not immediately open his mouth. Because no matter win or lose, he has no advantage.

"Ha ha, Fu tong'er is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Meng Ziheng do it." In the crowd, a cold voice with a smile came over.

The crowd was stunned, looking for prestige, and then saw a white figure walking slowly back from the crowd, the delicate face shining in the crystal light, shaking people's mind.

Song Ye.

Mencius's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth suddenly burst into a shallow smile.

Bai Hua is also attracted by this extraordinary appearance. After a long time, he responds, but his eyes are slightly narrowed. "Where's the handsome boy? I'll see that I'm familiar with young master Meng."

As soon as his voice fell, the old man Meng's face brushed down.

Song Ye's appearance at this time can't win his favor, because his face will make the rumor just cleared up again.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua said this, the people present immediately began to talk.

"Ah, it's a friend of young master Meng. Do you think it's that kind of relationship?"

"It's not sure. How can things without shadows be spread in an orderly manner? This young master Meng didn't contact women since he was a child. Maybe he was clean-hearted. Maybe he really answered the rumors."

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This kind of gossip was caught in Song Ye's ears. She kept her face still and responded generously: "I'm a classmate of Zi Heng. I'm lucky to have studied calligraphy for two months under his guidance. Just now I saw that everyone was showing me some skills. I don't know if I can be included in this competition. "

Smell speech, don't say is the White House, is Fu Tong ER and Meng old man son all Leng Leng, look suspiciously in Song Ye's face.

Bai Wenbo paid attention to different points. Children didn't pay much attention to appearance. "Are you Meng Ziheng's Apprentice?"Song Ye solemnly ground paralysis face, "be regarded as."

Mencius Heng winked, but he didn't remember when he taught song Ye's calligraphy, and his affection for his master and apprentice.

"Well, I will compare with you. If I defeat you, Meng Ziheng must compete with me." Bai Wenbo also did not hesitate, as a game of customs clearance, his ultimate goal is still Mencius Heng.

Song ye did not agree to such conditions, went to the desk, where Fu tong'er spit out two words, "excuse me."

Fu tong'er is stiff. Subconsciously, she does not surpass Bai Wenbo when she looks at Mencius Heng on her side. Is it really necessary to make song ye, who has only two months' skill, disgrace here?

But Mencius Heng is still, he stood quietly behind the song ye, like a silent Cang song song song song song song, for the people in front of the escort.

Fu tong'er is not willing to blow song ye down in such an occasion.

When the Xuan paper was repainted, Meng Ziheng personally selected a brush for song Ye. However, the latter selected a large woolen hair on his own. Seeing that the former was stunned, "your characters are in Liuti style, which is not suitable for using a thick brush." And it's the same kind of wolf hair.

Song Ye is the old God in, you said, "then change a font."

What? Mencius Heng one Zheng, then is a burst of surprise, "you still can other?"

Song Ye nodded, Langhao brush in the inkstone to dip ink freely, some ink spots splash out, not very beautiful.

"Tut, it's a waste of good things." The literati and refined scholars who were present felt vulgar for a long time.

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