Fuwa is not easy to mess with when she is three years old

Chapter 42 Your Treasure, My Wasted Manuscript

"Brother Runyun, it's been a long time. I've heard that Brother Runyun has a good reputation, but now I see you... But you can't believe all the rumors."

Ling Runyun straightened his robe, and glanced at the three "staff" behind him.The so-called poetic and literary spirit in the stomach is a bit close to Xiaotao's, and the temperament and appearance are not what ordinary scholars can possess.

"Brother Jiang Xia is also a rare visitor. The friendship between classmates has not been seen for many years. It is naturally a good thing for literati to meet friends through literature. Brother Jiang Xia brought three good friends here, which is even more lively."

A good friend made the faces of the three move slightly, but Zou Jiangxia is straightforward, and he just said "presumptuous."

Ling Runyun had no fear, and Zou Jiangxia also felt that it was too shabby to use his identity to suppress Ling Runyun, so he let out a sigh.

"These three are the gentlemen I invited. I have heard about Brother Runyun's name for a long time, and I want to have a competition. I don't know what Brother Runyun wants?"

Master Ling was so frightened that his heart rose in his throat.

Xindao eldest son, you must not agree, no matter whether you win or lose, it will be of no benefit to the Ling family.

There was no emotion on Ling Runyun's face, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Master Ling put his heart at ease, and said, "Runyun is not in good health recently, and the doctor told him to rest more...how about you catch up on the old days, and the tea and food in my house are rough, haha...or, Mr. Zou appreciates you, stay Let's have a meal...?"

No one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Master Ling kept winking at Xiaotao.

Xiaotao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately supported Ling Runyun's arm, as if he was going to fall down in a second.

Ling Runyun gently pushed Xiaotao away with his palm, stood still, and took out a folding fan from his body.

"Daddy doesn't have to worry about the baby's health."

"Is there a literati competition? It's nothing more than calligraphy, painting and poetry. It won't hurt your health or your peace."

Open the folding fan with a snap, it seems to be fanning the wind, but it is actually lighting a fire.

Zou Jiangxia is proud of himself, as long as he agrees, let Ling Runyun's great ability, can he surpass an expert who specializes in every kind of thing?

There are three people behind this, one for calligraphy, one for painting skills, and one for couplets.

And they all come prepared.

They are all top-notch talents in the industry, and Ling Runyun didn't know how embarrassing it would be to lose if he agreed like this.

But just when she felt comfortable, the words on Ling Runyun's paper fan ignited an unknown fire.

"First."

First!Just thinking about it makes me angry!

When they were studying together back then, it was just an exam for leaving the school, and the teacher who was Tanhua wrote the nouns on a fan and gave it to Ling Runyun.At that time, Zou Jiangxia wrote him a "second"...

I can't lose the teacher's face, but Zou Jiangxia tore him to pieces as soon as he went out.

Now that Ling Runyun took it out, what a fan it was, it was like stabbing a knife in his heart!
Zou Jiangxia resisted the desire to offend Ling Runyun on the spot, and suppressed his emotions.

He said something very gloomy.

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, here."

Zou Jiangxia's servants are like clouds behind him, the pen is Qishan Langhao, the ink is "Song Qiuyan" from Juyuan County, and the paper is Weihang's best Shengxuan.

That inkstone has a lot of background.

Master Ling was already sweating. As soon as he entered the door and saw people's posture, he knew that Zou Jiangxia had come prepared.

As soon as these few things came to the stage, it could be seen how much this boy from the Zou family attached great importance to this competition.

It is rumored that this child is a madman who protects his sister... The Ling family and the Zou family are really tall.

But as for such a big battle?

Zou Jiangxia came to compete, but he didn't seem to want to end the confrontation at all.

Someone pulled a grand master's chair for him, he swaggered, walked over and took Ling Runyun's fan in his hand, closed it with a snap, turned around and sat on the grand master's chair.

It was as if he had become a referee from a contestant.

Zou Jiangxia said, "The competition is divided into three sections, calligraphy, painting skills, and couplets."

He laughed again, "Brother is not talented, but only good enough to be a referee."

He opened the paper fan and turned it back and forth to read it several times.

"The number one written on this fan is the number one in the past, and it may not be the same today. If Brother Runyun loses, then let this fan be forgotten. Alas, teacher Tanhua's handwriting back then was indeed unmatched by anyone. I really like the fan-faced calligraphy, and it would be Qu Cai to put it in the Ling family."

"Look, this is my teacher's handwriting, which is difficult for anyone in the world to match."

Master Ling and Xiaotao cried shamelessly in their hearts, and the twenty or so people brought by Zou Jiangxia all gathered around and applauded.

Even Mr. Qingshan, who was going to be the first to play, held the paper fan in his hands for a long time, and couldn't put it down.

The man said, "If the second place is here, there is no need to compete, and I will be willing to bow down."

Zou Jiangxia took the fan back into his hand and closed it again.

"The thing of the family teacher, how can you play with blasphemy."

After finishing speaking, he put it well in his cuffs, as if it already belonged to him.

Ling Runyun said, "It's a small thing, there's no need to compare it. If you like it, just give it to you."

Turning to Xiaotao again, "Go get the waste cardboard box from my study."

Xiaotao left in response to the sound, and came back in an instant, holding a cardboard box full of fans in her hand.

Ling Runyun took out a handful from it and rubbed it lightly on his hand.

Ask Mr. Qingshan, "The word 'first', are you willing to admit defeat?"

Mr. Qingshan cupped his hands, "Handsome and handsome, Zhong Lingyuxiu, can't compare to the air in this word. What's even more rare is..."

"I heard that when the two benefactors were teaching, they were already in the year of destiny. In this character, they are more sunny than other calligraphers. It is even rarer at the age of Mr. No. [-]. The calligraphy I have seen before, When I became famous, I was at the pinnacle of the author, and the word 'first', besides being horizontal and vertical, shows the growth trend of Shochiku. If it takes time...it is not an exaggeration to be the best in the country. It's a pity Mr. Tanhua has passed away... such words are hard to see again, what a pity, what a pity."

Zou Jiangxia was proud, otherwise how could he be his husband?The stuff of my own teacher is of course the best.

Ling Runyun smiled, a bit playfully.

He asked softly, "Then, watch it again?"

Ling Yunrun slowly unfolded the fan in his hand, and the pen and ink showed his figure on the unfolded pure white background.

It is exactly the same as the words in Zou Jiangxia's hand.

"First!"

Mr. Qingshan's eyes were wide open. He walked over a few steps and held the fan in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the pattern of the handwriting. There was nothing wrong!
"Exactly the same! How is it possible?"

Ling Runyun pointed to the cardboard box on the ground and said, "I have nothing to do, so I copied the teacher's handwriting. It's not as strong as the teacher's handwriting, it's just a bit similar."

He picked up the carton with a smile, and with a clatter, all the fans inside fell on the tea table.

Mr. Qingshan picked them up, wishing he could open them one by one.

exactly the same!Really exactly the same!
Zou Jiangxia also took a good look at the fan from the side. After a closer look, the ink was still fresh, and the paper was too flat...

It's not like old stuff.

Ling Runyun said softly, "If you like it, take it to fan the wind and enjoy the cool. Each person has one, come..."

Zou Jiangxia was furious, wishing he could tear the fan into pieces.

But there are many people in the room, and he is the focal point, no matter how angry he is, he can't lose his demeanor.

After all, he is still the son of the prefect's family, and he is serious and considerate.

Swallowing a breath, Zou Jiangxia could only cough twice to calm down the people around him.

Zou Jiangxia put the paper fan in his hand on the low table beside him and ignored it.

Said in a deep voice, "Stop boasting, now it's time to compete in calligraphy."

He raised his hand, indicating that Mr. Qingshan would come first.

"Please."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qingshan slowly closed his fan and bowed deeply to Zou Jiangxia.

"The subordinates are not talented, and they will disappoint the master."

He gripped the paper fan tightly.

"Subordinate, I have already lost."

(End of this chapter)