Agents of the Three Kingdoms

Not long after, the little fat man Han Yong took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the stone table.

As a result, the little fat man sat next to him and refused to leave at all.He stared at Wang Lei blankly, his eyes were excited, and there was deep admiration in his eyes.Whether it is Wang Lei's achievements, or Wang Lei's appearance and physique, the little fat man admires them.The little fat man couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a man like brother-in-law is a real man!

With a smile on the corner of Han Mengyu's mouth, he waved his hands and said, "General Wang, please!"

Wang Lei was not in a hurry, and said: "If you want to write, you should grind the ink first. The eldest lady looks like a person who is proficient in calligraphy and painting. I think that grinding ink is the first class. Please ask the eldest lady to grind the ink for you."

"you……"

Han Mengyu turned his eyes and ordered: "Han Xiaopang, grind the ink!"

"okay!"

Han Yong got up immediately, very excited.

It is incumbent to grind ink for idols.

Wang Lei waved his hand to stop him, staring at Han Mengyu and said, "Second Young Master, you don't need to do it. It's more appropriate for the eldest lady to do it herself. Believe me, my handwriting is also better."

Wang Lei looked at Han Mengyu with a provocative look on his lips.You said that I can't write or can't read, so I will clean up you first, dispel your arrogance, and let you grind ink.

Han Mengyu puffed out her small chest, feeling a burst of anger in her heart.

The little fat man stood beside him, looked at his sister Han Mengyu, and then at Wang Lei, his idol and brother-in-law. He was caught in the middle of a dilemma, wondering whether he should grind the ink or not.Helpless, he could only lower his chubby head and wait and see what happened.However, the little fat man jumped with joy in his heart, and secretly said that his brother-in-law is indeed his idol, and he dared to argue with his sister who was extremely tough to him, it was too powerful.

Han Mengyu is gentle and elegant, but in front of the little fat man Han Yong, he eats Han Yong to death.

Han Mengyu's eyes were tough, Wang Lei was smiling, and the two confronted each other.

"Okay, I'll grind the ink!"

Han Mengyu was discouraged and agreed to Wang Lei's request.

In Han Yong's heart, he repeatedly called his brother-in-law mighty, brother-in-law, and domineering. It was an unbelievable expression for Han Mengyu to rub his ink.As for Han Mengyu's soft clothes, Han Fu and his wife, who were secretly observing the situation at the corner of the corridor, also heaved a sigh of relief.Especially seeing the proud daughter grind ink for Wang Lei by herself, it is incredible.

Looking at each other, Han Fu said excitedly: "Ma'am, Wang Lei is really our Mengyu's hit! She is so proud that even my father would not let her grind ink, but now she takes the initiative to grind ink for Wang Lei." , Incredible, incredible!"

Mrs. Han nodded, and praised: "My husband has good eyesight, and he has chosen a good son-in-law." These words hit Han Fu's itchy spot, and Han Fu showed a complacent expression on his face.

I am afraid that Han Fu would not have thought of this scene.

At first, Wang Lei intercepted and killed Zhang Cheng, and Han Fu wanted to kill Wang Lei to silence him; later, Han Fu appointed Wang Lei as the county magistrate of Wuji County, and he also wanted to kill people with a knife; later, Wang Lei made great contributions and was reused by Han Fu, and Han Fu Still look down on, even fear Wang Lei... Gradually, things have developed to the present, but Han Fu regards Wang Lei as his son-in-law. The fate in life is really incredible.

Han Fu stared at the people in the gazebo, feeling a burst of anticipation in his heart.

At this moment, Han Mengyu was gnashing her teeth. While she was grinding the ink, there was another person talking.

"Grinding the ink is light and slow, yes, the technique of grinding the ink is correct."

"When the ink stick is rubbed, it is smooth and silent, it is good ink!"

"The index finger holding the ink is placed on the top of the ink, and the thumb and middle finger are clamped on both sides of the ink stick. When grinding the ink, it is light, and when it is pressed down, it is a little heavier... The attitude of the big lady grinding the ink is like sickness, yes, yes, This is exactly what grinding ink looks like... if you grind the ink too fast, it will slip, and it will not be able to grind down, it is all correct, and you are worthy of being a lady."

Wang Lei stood by and commented constantly, quite leisurely.

This move made Han Mengyu's teeth itch with hatred, wishing to throw Wang Lei into the lotus pond.

The little fat man stared at Wang Lei and asked, "Brother-in-law, how do you know so much?"

Wang Lei smiled, but Han Mengyu froze.

After this pause, Wang Lei immediately reminded: "Ma'am, you can grind the ink slowly, but it's not the time to stop. The concentration of the ink is obviously not enough. Ma'am, continue! Continue!" Han Mengyu continued to grind the ink. At this time, she But there was a huge wave in his heart.For a long time, Han Mengyu subconsciously thought that Wang Lei was illiterate and despised Wang Lei, and even looked down on Wang Lei.

Wang Lei's comment just now changed Han Mengyu's opinion.

Being able to tell the skills of grinding ink is enough to prove that Wang Lei is not an illiterate or illiterate person.

Can people who can't read big characters understand the skills of grinding ink?

"Maybe, he memorized it, but he can't write?" The girl's mind was always changing, she was unwilling to admit her mistake, and found a reason to convince herself.

It took a long time to grind the ink. After Han Mengyu finished grinding the ink, there were already fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Her arms were sore and her body was a little stiff.

"Little Fatty, wipe your sister's sweat!"

Wang Lei ordered, and the little fat man immediately took out a handkerchief from his cuff and prepared to act.

Before Han Yong stretched out his hand, Han Mengyu stopped him immediately.She took out her handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and the way she looked at Wang Lei changed slightly.

This man cared about her considerately, but he was not a rude and ignorant man.

Han Mengyu's determination to win and lose prevailed, and he said, "General Wang, Mo is ready, it's your turn."

She stared at Wang Lei with provocative eyes.

Wang Lei smiled slightly, and picked up a writing brush placed beside him.I saw Wang Lei spread his feet, took a step forward with his right foot, and stood firmly.He held the pen with his right hand, and pressed the Caihou paper spread on the round table with his left hand. His upper body was slightly bent forward, and his eyes were looking straight down. This action caught Han Mengyu's eyes.

Wang Lei's standing posture and writing posture are exactly the same. It can be seen that he has been immersed in it for many years.

This time, Han Mengyu was even more puzzled.

Can he really write?

Wang Lei smiled slightly. After dipping the brush in his hand in the ink, he calmed down and began to write with a focused expression.The little fat man also stared at the words below, and slowly muttered: "In Qin Dynasty, the moon is bright and Han Dynasty is closed, and the people of the Long March have not yet returned; but let the dragon city flying generals be here, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain." After the words fell, the little fat man nodded head, but shook his head, not quite understanding.

However, Han Mengyu was stunned, staring blankly at a pair of words on the round table.

Regardless of whether this poem is good or bad, Han Mengyu was amazed by the words on the paper alone.She stared at Wang Lei's writing, and the whole process was completed in one go, each stroke was like a silver hook drawn by iron, powerful, dignified and majestic, and Han Mengyu had never seen this kind of calligraphy before, and only felt that the handwriting in front of her was worthless in her life. I can't even write.

For a moment, Wang Lei's image in her heart changed instantly.

Looking at Wang Lei's eyes is even more complicated.

Wang Lei laughed, but said in his heart: Wang Changling, Wang Changling, please don't blame me, I really have no goods in my stomach, I can't write poems, so I can only borrow them.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind Wang Lei.

Han Fu strode over, and he was surprised to hear the little fat man's words at the corner.