Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 430
Meng Baiyun heard the princess on the side discussing in a low voice with a woman at the next table: "It looks like a prisoner."

"Binding his hands and feet may be just to show that he is a real master."

"maybe."

Looking at the clown mask, Meng Baiyun felt that the eyes behind the mask were also looking in her direction.

Her hands under the table gripped the tablecloth tightly.

Zhong Ning, enough is enough.

Yan Hongyi's equestrian skills are excellent, but not to the point of being miraculous. Among the people who came, there are many generals and their descendants. Yan Hongyi's hands and feet are bound, so he may not be able to match these people.

The first few are real masters.

But Yan Hongyi, Zhong Ning should know that his equestrian skills can be called superb, but with that kind of equestrian skills, any horse rider caught on the grassland will not be much worse than him.

What's more, he is still bound hands and feet.

Meng Baiyun looked not far away, Mr. Jiang and the men at the table were already gearing up and eager to try.

Mrs. Jiang's wife is Mrs. Grassland, and several sons were raised by their grandfathers. For them, riding a horse is as simple as eating, and it is not difficult to play a few tricks.

Meng Baiyun suddenly understood why Zhong Ning brought Mr. Jiang's family with him, he was obviously just an inconspicuous general.

Zhong Ning obviously had intentions.

Meng Baiyun didn't even hear the few people introduced by the little eunuch after that, she leaned close to Long Aohan's ear: "Do me a favor, when Yan Hongyi is on the stage, you go to compare, you compare, you lose, Those people would never dare to win."

She thought Long Aohan would be unhappy, after all her intentions were very obvious, she didn't want Yan Hongyi to be humiliated.

Unexpectedly, Long Aohan readily agreed: "En."

Meng Baiyun felt relieved.

Zhong Ning, you play your tricks, I'll break mine.

Competing with something like this can always easily arouse the competitive factor in people's blood.

What's more, these people here are all ordinary people.

The first person on the field who could shoot left and right, with wild grass in his left hand and italic script in his right hand, immediately ushered in a challenger.

It is Lin Feng, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy.

He only brought his wife, and neither of his two sons followed.
His eldest son is also He Xi's teacher, and he took his wife to hide in the mountains. He never liked such occasions.

His second son heard that he was injured a while ago, and he probably hasn't healed well yet.

It is well known that Master Lin is very knowledgeable and good at calligraphy.

But working from left to right, with wild cursive in one hand and regular script in the other, is not something that can be done just by being knowledgeable and good at calligraphy.

At the beginning, everyone aroused everyone's interest.

Said it was for the fun of eating, but who is in the mood to eat right now.

Two desks were moved up.

Bachelor Lin holds a high position, but he is very humble.

"When the time comes to make a fool of myself, I hope the emperor and his colleagues will not make fun of me."

Everyone laughed and said: "If you dare to go out to fight, you have already defeated us. How can we laugh at you?"

"Master Lin, then, let's begin."

The eunuch asked for instructions.

Lin Feng nodded, holding a stroke with both hands, but he was calm and relaxed, making people feel that he must have some skills and is sure of victory.

On the other side, the ugly slave was also ready.

The eunuchs on both sides studied the ink, the two dipped the ink, and started.

Everyone held their breath and looked forward.

I saw that ugly slave opened his bow with both hands, and wrote extremely smoothly. Although he couldn't see his expression while wearing a clown mask, one could imagine how calm and calm the face under the mask was.

On the contrary, our humble Bachelor Lin really has a reason to be modest.

Looking at the two hands in a hurry, and the calm look before the game, they look like two different people.

After writing for a while, he calmed down and put down his pen: "No, no, no, it's too difficult. Anyone, want to try?"

If you haven't practiced it seriously, who has the ability to make fun of it with both hands.

Everyone shook their heads.

Weng Junsheng, who hadn't joined in the fun all this time, stood up suddenly: "I'll do it."

Meng Baiyun had always been concerned about Yan Hongyi before, but when he heard Weng Junsheng volunteered to challenge this brush master, his mood was pulled back.

"Is he okay?"

She couldn't help asking, as if she was talking to herself, or asking Long Aohan. '

Long Aohan smiled without saying a word.

Meng Baiyun felt that this was already the answer.

Weng Junsheng must do it.

as predicted.

Three words, just three words, the audience was amazed.

The first character is cursive on the left and italics on the right.

The wild grass is as wild as a dragon, and the script is delicate and delicate.

He has been able to draw a tie.

As a result, he switched the left and right of the following two words, the left is in regular script, and the right is in cursive.

He actually wrote the third character backwards, and when he held up the paper, he could see the two characters through the paper. When writing with his left hand, it was fine, but when he wrote with his right hand, it was good.

Great, really great.

He didn't stop writing at this point, but wrote faster.
Fonts are no longer limited to cursive and italic.

Lishu, Xiaozhuan, he has almost turned on the super god mode.

The master next door was instantly reduced to scum.

As for Lin University, who just "showed his ugly face", he became powder in seconds.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, working from left to right, changing various fonts, and some characters are upright and some are reversed, Weng Youxiang is really a master among the masters."

"Yeah, I didn't expect Weng Youxiang to be good at writing in addition to doing a good job in business."

Weng Junsheng seemed very ordinary amid all the praises. He was used to compliments and praises, and this kind of trivial skill, as long as he practiced hard, anyone could do it.

The corner of Zhong Ning's mouth curled up into a smile. That face, which was prettier than a woman's, was extraordinarily enchanting because of such a smile.

"Okay, okay, ugly slave, don't kneel down to recognize the Lord."

"Your majesty, the humble minister accepted it. It's just that this meal needs to be served on his knees. I'm afraid the minister is not used to eating it, so let him serve it standing up."

Sure enough, Weng Junsheng also thinks this is abnormal, right?
Only a pervert like Zhong Ning could figure out that he would humiliate and torture Yan Hongyi, and he wouldn't play like that.
"Forget it, then I will reward you for this man. If you don't kneel down, kowtow to Weng Youxiang and ask him to give you a name. Junsheng, this ugly slave will be yours from now on."

The ugly slave knelt on the ground obediently, almost prostrate at Weng Junsheng's feet.

"Master, please give this slave a name."
Judging by Weng Junsheng's expression, it seemed that he felt a little remorse.

That's right, on the surface it looks like he has won, but in fact the family has to raise an extra useless servant, and he is not at a loss.

However, it is the emperor's intention, and he is not easy to refuse.

"Today is spring, and there is no cloud in the sky. You can call it today."

puff……

Meng Baiyun almost vomited.

Is it necessary to add the following eight characters to such a casual name?
The ugly slave was obviously a little surprised, but he quickly realized: "Today, Mr. Xie Weng gave me the name."

Weng Junsheng returned to the seat with his "today".

Meng Baiyun noticed that today's hands are very beautiful, white and delicate, the crescent moon is also very beautiful and delicate, the whole hands are delicate, and they are not tall. I don't know the name of ugly slave, what is behind the mask face.

The fight is still going on.

Since then, no one has ever defeated Ugly Slave.

It’s really that these ugly slaves are too skilled, especially the one who can’t forget at a glance. No matter how everyone writes on the rice paper randomly, he only needs to read it once. Many can be recited.

And the one who is proficient in twelve kinds of musical instruments is really proficient, not a little proficient, just take out one of them casually, no one in the room dares to say that he can match him.

After that, each of them was also a master.

One of the women who had bone shrinking skills actually stuffed herself into a child-sized clay urn that could only fit a human head in the mouth, which made people dumbfounded.

These strange people really opened everyone's eyes.

For the last person, everyone was a little timid.

Handcuffed and fettered, the introduction only said that he was an equestrian master. After experiencing all kinds of masters before, everyone has a real understanding of the definition of this master.

That is really high, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The restraint must be due to his extremely high skills. Even with this appearance, he can easily win.

Therefore, everyone is discussing in private, whether to go to the meeting for a while.

The sons of Mr. Jiang's family are most eager to try.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you lose, Master Lin has made a fool of himself before, who is afraid, just play for fun.

What's more, if you are a real master, even if you lose, you will be honored.

But, they didn't have a chance, Long Aohan stood up: "I'll compare."

Zhong Ning was obviously a little surprised.

But seeing the smug smile on the corner of Meng Baiyun's mouth, he knew what was going on.

"Aohan, do you want to go?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Everyone's surprise was written on their faces.

I always thought that General Long was an iceberg, and he didn't want to join in the fun like them.

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to come out and say that he wanted to challenge.

This is naturally wonderful.

The sons of Mr. Jiang's family all admired and admired Long Aohan very much, and wanted to admire his demeanor, so they shouted and applauded before Long Aohan came on stage.

"General Long, we have to get [-]% back, it's all up to you."

"General Long, kill him without leaving a piece of armor behind, and run away."

"..."

The boys were all seventeen or eighteen years old, and their yelling didn't mean to give Long Aohan a way out.

Mr. Jiang was busy holding them back.

What's more, if General Long loses, what face will he have?

I thought Zhong Ning would stop him, but I didn't expect Zhong Ning to wave his hand: "You can go if you want."

Meng Baiyun held Long Aohan back: "No matter what, I have to lose."

Although he was biting his ears, Zhong Ning still heard it.

A barely visible smirk curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly restrained himself, looking at the two horses leading in the distance in his spare time: "Aohan, you can choose first."

It is clear at a glance whether the two horses are good or bad.

Even an idiot can see that the maroon horse is shiny, handsome and upright, and it looks like a majestic young horse.

And the other horse, with loose hair, sleepy, drooping head and no energy, looks like a group of old horses that are dying.

Long Aohan pointed to the old horse: "I want that horse."

(End of this chapter)