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

Chapter 43 Ling Runyun, I am Involved in the Emotional Vortex
Zou Jiangxia held his breath in his heart and almost said "you useless thing".

He took a deep breath, pinched the paper fan with two fingers and threw it to Mr. Qingshan.

Said, "Being defeated without fighting is like your Xu family's style. Little things, let me play with you."

This throw was not aimed at Mr. Qingshan's arms, the paper fan landed at Ling Runyun's feet.

Ling Yunrun picked it up and blew off the dust on it.

He returned the paper fan to Mr. Qingshan with both hands, respectfully.

"Mr. Xu Qingpo? You are famous for your Song style. If you don't dislike it, please keep your calligraphy."

Xu Qingpo has made Zou Jiangxia unhappy, so of course he can no longer discuss calligraphy with Ling Runyun.He just whispered "another day" and stepped back from the side.

So far, this round has been won by Ling Runyun.

Xiaotao turned from worry to joy, and the scarlet color on her face became a little heavier.She glanced at the master of the Ling family, and found that the other's face changed strangely, and it was not good-looking.

After the tea was cold, Zou Jiangxia picked up the lid of the tea bowl and stroked the surface of the water without raising his eyes.

"Next time."

Mr. Huishan came forward, and Ling Runyun bowed to him.

"Please, Mr. Ning."

Mr. Gray Shirt Ling Runyun knew him, and he would rather return.

Back then when they were studying together at Teacher Tanhua, the Mr. Huishan in front of him was only six years older than him, and he was only 18 years old at all times.

But the painting of pine, bamboo, plum and orchid in one hand has its own charm.

If it weren't for the fact that he is now the husband of Taishou Zou's family, Ling Runyun should also call him "senior brother".

After deliberating for a while, Ling Runyun stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, took the smoke ink from the hand of the book boy, and stroked the inkstone in circles with moderate strength.

Mr. Ning originally prepared the national color, so he should follow Zou Jiangxia's request to paint a picture of autumn chrysanthemums competing for beauty.

Seeing Ling Runyun grinding the ink himself, he was stunned for a moment.

To reuse the national lottery is to lose face of the former junior.

If you use smoke and ink, you can only paint bamboo orchids.

He paused for a while, turned his face, and opened the lid of the National Lottery.

Ling Runyun stopped what he was doing and helped Mr. Ning put the dipping tray away.

He didn't look aggressively like his opponent, but when Mr. Ning splashed ink, he looked down lightly, and his eyes followed the trajectory of the brush and ink movement all the time, just like watching the senior demonstration in school obediently.

During this time, Ling Runyun thought of Ning Gui's father, and had a shallow question with Ning Gui.

"Is your father alright?"

Ning Gui's pen paused, a bit of deep yellow dripped on the paper, but was quickly added to another small flower, covering up that blemish.

Ning Gui's subordinates are smooth, said.

"The winter before last, he passed away."

"During the last few days, I still wanted to see Ling again..." The words "junior brother" were swallowed back, "I want to see Mr. Ling. When I was in school, my father admired you."

Hearing the news of Ning Gui's father's death, Ling Runyun lowered his head.

The chrysanthemums on the paper are bright, just now I thought it was a show of skill, but now it seems to be paying tribute to an old friend.

It is said that the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the pen of the writer are all emotional charm.Under senior brother Ning Gui's hands, the charm and technique are all integrated together, the drawing speed is extremely fast, and the touch is repeated.

In the bright autumn, all the chrysanthemums are blooming.

Move the pen to the front and finish it in one go.

Zou Jiangxia is naturally happy. Calligraphy and painting are not only about talent, but also about years of polishing.

If Ning Gui hadn't been a bit biased in the language of the National Theory Examination, he could have been a royal accompanying student with just this skill.

Not only Zou Jiangxia was happy, but those who stood farther away followed suit.

If he didn't dare to get close to Zou Jiangxia's body, he would definitely gather around and take a good look.

Seeing Ling Runyun's expression of appreciation, Zou Jiangxia felt a sense of accomplishment.

Satisfied in his heart, he naturally set his tone high.

"Junior Brother Ling, it's your turn?...Brother Ning, this autumn chrysanthemum is competing for beauty, and he is the number one in Pianjing. Compared with Junior Brother Ling, is it difficult for you? Or, how about admitting defeat?"

Ling Runyun pondered.

There was the sound of extremely fast and light footsteps at the door.

"not so good!"

People followed the sound and saw that a girl in extremely gorgeous clothes walked in from the door. Compared with her childish face, she was a little taller.As she walked, her doorman was chasing after her.

"Which family do you belong to? How did you force your way into the Ling Mansion... Ouch..."

Before he could finish speaking, the black-clothed guards behind the girl cut their hands behind their backs and dragged her to the door.

Ling Runyun frowned, this arrogant and domineering attitude... was really carved out of the same mold as Zou Jiangxia.

Sure enough, Zou Jiangxia said something to the girl as if it was a matter of course.

"Jinyu, why are you walking so slowly? It's already the second scene... Forget it, don't worry about watching ahead."

"Your good 'friend' Runyun is about to admit defeat, but my sister still wants to be made a fool of yourself?"

Zou Jinyu raised his eyebrows and stood still in front of Run Lingyun.

"What's the matter? Little Lingzi, you don't know me anymore?"

Ling Runyun only had vague impressions in his mind, and a sentence of "Little Lingzi" brought back thousands of painful memories in him.

...Yes, that "big brother" Zou Jinyu!
Back then, in order to go to school, my father spent a lot of money to buy connections, so that he could sit in the same study hall with all the official sons and listen to Mr. Tan Hua's lectures at that time.Before leaving, Ling's father gave thousands of instructions to be humble and courteous, and not to rub against other official disciples.

Unexpectedly, Ling Runyun didn't look for trouble, but the trouble came to him.

The big boy sitting behind either "accidentally" spilled ink on himself, or "accidentally" flew the pen and hit Ling Runyun on the head.

And with slogans...

"Ah, the ink is so enlightening!"

"Hey! The pen is open!"

The memories in Ling Runyun's mind matched up with the person in front of him... So it turned out that it wasn't my elder brother who bullied me back then, but...

Miss!

He looked at Zou Jinyu, his face was a little stiff.

He must be fifteen or sixteen years old, probably older than me...what did my father think.

Xiaotao's eyesight was very good, Xiaobu moved to the young master's side, and whispered to explain Ling Runyun's doubts.

"Master, you don't know..."

Ling Runyun: "?"

Xiaotao: "Female junior... holding a golden brick..."

Ling Runyun: ...The girl is three years old?Ah bah bah bah, what are you thinking?

Master Ling saw that both brothers and sisters were here, Zou Jiangxia could handle it by himself here, and Zou Jinyu was here, it was really messed up.

This competition can't go on any longer, no matter who loses face, the marriage will be over.

Master Ling followed suit, "Oh, the brothers and sisters of the Zou family are really good manners. As expected of the sons and daughters of the prefect, they have their own noble air. Quickly remove all the tables, chairs and benches, and let the children catch up on the old days and have a good time."

Several people saw that the situation had eased, and the master had spoken again, so they went forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zou Jiangxia turned around, he put his hand on the corner of the table where the scroll was placed.

"Who dares to move?"

An arrogant, perverse, and cold voice.

The boys looked at Zou Jiangxia and then at Master Ling, but retreated.

Zou Jiangxia pulled Zou Jinyu over and sneered at Ling Runyun.

"My sister is here, so you are embarrassed to admit defeat? Or? Are you going to show yourself to the end?"

Ling Runyun didn't want to compete with Ning Gui, nor did he mind being looked down upon by Zou Jinyu.

He simply took a step back from the table and made a bow to Senior Brother Ning Gui.

"Brother is good at pen and ink, brother admit defeat."

It's okay not to say this sentence, but Zou Jiangxia's anger rose after saying this.

"If you lose, you lose, no matter what."

"It's just that I entered the school on the basis of a relationship. Brother and brother, you deserve it too."

This sentence was so blatant that everyone present was shocked.Zou Jiangxia knew that he had slipped his words, so he sat back on the teacher's chair and drank tea.

It was interesting for Zou Jinyu to watch Ling Runyun deflate, but the story in the teahouse was even more interesting.

She hurriedly asked Ling Runyun, "Are the stories about your love affair with that three-year-old baby true?"

Master Ling just took a sip of tea, and sprayed it all over the head and face of the boy opposite him.She couldn't stop coughing when she covered the tea bowl, so Xiaotao hurriedly patted her back.

Zou Jinyu is still asking, "Traveling with horses, never returning home at night, sending 99 rose flowers, and setting off fireworks for others at night? Are you really doing this?"

Ling Runyun was at a loss, where did all this come from, nothing was next to anything.

Zou Jinyu said, "At the time, I thought you were too young, your status..., and dull, meaningless. If you really want to say that in the teahouse, it seems quite interesting."

She glanced at Zou Jiangxia, "Anyway, my brother and his gang can't do these things."

His eyes lingered on Ling Runyun's face again. Although this 12-year-old boy was young, upon closer inspection, he was handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.Zou Jinyu listened to books in the teahouse. At first, he was curious, interesting, then envious, and finally brought himself into it.

How nice it would be to send me flowers.

Set off fireworks for me, I will cry.

Zou Jinyu didn't give Ling Runyun a chance to speak, "It doesn't matter if he is real or not, I will stay here for a few days. I borrowed my cousin's house in Wu's house. If you are interested, come to me."

Ling Runyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what is this?
An invitation from an older leftover woman? ...But the things said outside are true and false.If he had never met him in person, there was still a one in ten thousand possibility that Ling Runyun would be engaged to Zou Jinyu in a daze.

But seeing his domineering and aggressive attitude, this possibility... Ling Runyun made up his mind to eliminate it.

That master Ling heard a good clue, and ran over to intervene.

"Miss Zou is right, they are all young people, so get in touch more, good."

"Merry...ah...you like it, yes, my son is Merry."

Ling Runyun didn't know why his father seemed to be a different person when it came to this marriage.He felt his teeth become woody, and he pursed his lips.

On the other side, "snap"!
Zou Jiangxia slapped the tea bowl on the low table, the tea bowl broke in half, and the water flowed all over the floor.

"I didn't know that Mr. Ling was still a prodigal son. It's really shocking to tell the truth. My sister..."

His throat trembled.

"It's really open-minded."

Zou Jinyu said, "It's up to you."

...The two brothers and sisters are not so united.

Even more discordant was behind, Zou Jinyu went up to the table and looked at the chrysanthemum picture.

"It's a good day, it's bad luck to draw such a thing."

As he spoke, he tore up the painting, and the sound of paper cracking sounded, shocking everyone in the audience.

Ning Gui had the worst expression.

"Compared to what!" Zou Jinyu glanced at Ning Gui, and then looked at the crowd, "Thinking about these flowers and plants every day, how can a living person look good."

A white light flashed through his mind, and for some reason, Duan Lu's voice came straight into his mind.

"Hey, your aunt is not here for a day, and your house is quite lively."

Ling Runyun: ...?
He looked at the people around him, and it seemed that he was the only one who heard the voice.

Still the voice of Duane Deer.

"Little boy's relationship problem, aunt and grandma help you chase girls!"

(End of this chapter)