Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 479 Don't laugh, their motto is still very realistic (second more)
Hearing the senior brother's words, Cai Laoliu was startled at first, and then felt that Gao Zhang should not dare to lie to himself.

Otherwise, with his brazenness, he would definitely steal this sentence for his own use and spread it triumphantly.

"I don't know if my senior brother knows, which one of the great sages who have read poetry and books and learned a lot said it?"

"Could it be that some great Confucian in Suzhou City wrote it to Cai?"

"Junior brother (Cai Laoliu), can you show some face?"

Seeing Cai Laoliu looking over with bright eyes, Gao Zhang's face turned dark immediately, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and he almost couldn't help but want to do it if he didn't move his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Tong Zhisheng on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

Facing these two guys who really dared to fight, Cai Ge could only hold back his anger aggrievedly.

Tong Zhisheng turned his head and laughed happily at Gao Zhang.

"Come, come, brother, hurry up and write a picture for brother Wei, and hang it in the house when you turn back. These two sentences are simply too encouraging."

"Brother Zhisheng is really sorry, I hurt my hand today, I'm afraid I won't be able to write anything for two days."

"...Oh, it's really bad luck, that's all, Sajia wrote a picture by himself."

Anyway, there was a pen and paper over there, and Tong Zhisheng immediately began to splash ink. Gao Zhang looked at Tong Zhisheng's childlike calligraphy, which looked like a sword being drawn, with silver hooks and iron strokes.

I almost couldn't control my emotions, almost hehehe.

"Hey hey hey..."

Tong Zhisheng, who was in the process of signing the pledge, was furious when he heard the extremely mocking voice.

"Old Six, how dare you make fun of your family?!"

"Oh, what's the reason for this, what's the reason for this, just now my junior brother must have had a bad throat, coughed dryly to clear his throat, he shouldn't be laughing at you, brother Zhisheng."

Cai Laoliu, who was saved by Gao Zhang in time, nodded his head frantically.

"Yes, yes, brother Zhisheng, how dare I laugh at you..."

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"...Huh, huh?" Tong Zhisheng withdrew his hand resentfully, only to realize that when he reached out to grab Cai Laoliu just now, the corner of his sleeve was accidentally stained with inkstone from the inkstone.

He just blurred the corners of the written calligraphy work, and he couldn't help but feel very evil in his heart.

"It's unreasonable..." Tong Zhisheng looked at the calligraphy in a very bad mood, copied it and looked at it distressedly, and then wrapped it up in a ball and threw it into the wastebasket beside him.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and looked towards Cai Laoliu.

"It's all because of you making strange noises next to it, which caused Sajia to break the calligraphy. In this case, you come to help Sajia write."

This guy is not very good, and his writing is average, but at least he can still catch the eye, so he's done with it.

Cai Laoliu was stunned at first, and then a look of unconcealable joy appeared on his face, and he rubbed his hands together.

"Since it's brother Zhisheng who wants little brother Mo Bao, then I won't be polite."

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How could Cai Laoliu, who is the most showy, not want his calligraphy to be hung in the public and praised by others?

It's just that Tong Zhisheng insisted on writing it by himself just now, now that it's all over, let this vulgar martial artist know the calligraphy skills of Qilinzi of the Cai family, who is the heir to the family of poetry and calligraphy.

I saw that Cai Laoliu stood in front of the desk, then began to straighten his clothes, and then looked left and right.

"Brother, can someone light up the incense, otherwise, I will always feel that there is no sense of atmosphere when splashing ink, and I am afraid that I will not be able to develop the writing..."

Gao Zhang's hand trembled, and he was almost forced to slap his hand. What a goddamn penmanship, there are so many things to do with your penmanship.

"I'm not fragrant, are you going to write or not?"

"Cheng Chengcheng, write now..."

In desperation, Cai Laoliu could only brace himself and splash ink.

Cai Laoliu wrote two pictures in one go, and after thinking about it, he wrote the third picture.Of course, the signing and painting must be done smoothly, after all, this is his masterpiece.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he handed it to Gao Zhang who was on the side. Facing Gao Zhang's puzzled expression and eyes, Cai Laoliu spoke sincerely.

"Anyway, brother, since you hurt your hand, you must not be able to write, so I will do it for you."

"Hehe, thank you then..."

"You're welcome, let me hang it up for you by the way."

"Don't look back and wait until I have time, senior brother." Gao Zhang rolled his eyes angrily.

Watching these two guys leave in a hurry with their ink treasures in their hands, presumably these two guys are going to frame them.

Hanging on their respective bedsides, so as to encourage and motivate them, and strive to become a model of rebellious children and a role model for rebellious children in the future.

Gao Zhang shook his head helplessly, turned around and went back to the room, and with a look of disgust on his face, he casually threw the scroll of Cai Laoliu's calligraphy that Cai Laoliu signed and pledged into the wastebasket.

Then lazily slumped back on the couch, and began to try hard to recall the idea that was interrupted by those two guys...

I don't know when, a light fragrance like orchid and musk deer came, and when Gao Zhang opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful and charming Miss Fang Baihua sitting on the edge of the couch.

Seeing the obstruction between her and his sight, Gao Zhang couldn't help feeling a little itchy. Fortunately, Gao Zhang realized in time that he is still a young man who needs to continue to pretend to be tender for three to five years.

He coughed and sat up. "Miss, why are you here?"

"Just now I saw Cai Liulang and Tong Dalang leaving happily holding scrolls. Could it be that you wrote them some good works?"

Facing Fang Baihua's watery eyes, Gao Zhang collapsed back on the couch very weakly.

"That's not true, it's those two guys who wrote their own motto."

"Just them?" Fang Baihua barked, and her pretty face suddenly became as gorgeous as a delicate flower.

"Don't laugh, their motto is still very realistic, if you don't believe me, I'll show you."

For the beauty's sake, Gao Zhang got out of the couch, picked up the calligraphy of Cai Laoliu that he had thrown into the wastebasket, and handed it to Fang Baihua.

Fang Baihua glanced twice, couldn't help but change his face, and whispered nervously.

"...Young Master, they don't want to rebel, do they?"

At this moment, Gao Zhang was immediately amused, shook his head, and lowered his voice to whisper in Fang Baihua's ear.

Hearing that Fang Baihua couldn't laugh or cry, she shook her head again and again, she didn't expect that these two weird-looking people also had such weird ideas, could it be like the saying goes: People who have abnormal appearances must have abnormal talents...

Gao Zhang looked at Cai Laoliu's handwriting, amused himself for a long time, and then let out a little surprise.

Quickly came to the wastebasket and reached out to dig out again, after taking out the calligraphy signed and pledged by Tong Zhisheng.

He began to re-flatten the crumpled calligraphy on the desk.

Fang Baihua walked over with a ignorant expression, and couldn't help being curious when he saw the actions of Xiaolangjun Gaozhang.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

"In this world, there is no rubbish, only misplaced treasure."

(End of this chapter)