Chapter 140 Rebirth Back Before Elopement 24
"Master Wen," Huarong called him in a calm tone, gently shaking the paper fan in his hand, "What did you just say? I didn't pay attention just now, can you say it again?"
But at this time, when Wen Yong's gaze inadvertently caught the paper fan in Huarong's hand, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Because on Huarong's paper fan, there are four strong and powerful characters written——
"See words like me".
As the number one scholar who was approved by the emperor's imperial pen not long ago, Wen Yong recognized that the word was written by the emperor himself.
There have long been rumors that the paper fan that Huarong has been holding all year round has the handwriting of the current Holy Majesty.
But it's just a rumor, no one will take it seriously.
How rare is the imperial pen of the emperor, how could it be easily given to others?
Or to a lowly actor?
When Wen Yong heard this rumor earlier, he only laughed in his heart at that pretty face who was bold enough to spread rumors wantonly.
But he didn't expect that now he actually saw the Holy Majesty's handwriting on his hand.
Or "seeing the words like me" shows great respect, comparable to the handwriting of the gold medal for avoiding death!
Wen Yong's eyes flickered, and he asked the guarding guards to retreat, then cupped his hands to Huarong and said:
"Everyone who came here today is a guest, just now Wen Mou just made a little joke with Boss Hua, you two don't mind?"
Before the two of them finished speaking, Wen Yong led the two of them inside again: "Please come in, both of you."
"Yo," the nursery rhyme raised his voice and said, "I see, Mr. Wen is not much worse than Huarong in singing skills. Especially in Sichuan opera, I see that Huarong, who is famous all over the world, is not as good as Wen. How about half a cent for an adult—”
"Look, everyone, Mr. Wen's unique skill of changing faces is really eye-opening!"
After the nursery rhyme was finished, many people in the restaurant laughed.
Those who can come to the first floor are all the people with a reputation in the capital, and they come here just to join in the fun.
She doesn't really care if she offends Wen Yong.
Don't look at him as the number one scholar handpicked by the sage, and now he has been given a fifth-rank official position, looking young and promising.
But after all, Wen Yong is just a boy from a poor family, and the power in the capital is so entangled that he cannot be moved by a small number one scholar.
Hearing the undisguised laughter in his ears, Wen Yong's expression was already very displeased.
Tong Yao, such a young girl who is not yet ready, looks at him with disdain and contempt in her eyes.
As for Huarong, up to now, his face still has a calm and graceful look, which makes him look like a villain.
And the mocking sound in his ears penetrated into his ears more and more sharply.
Thinking back to the day when he passed the exam, he wanted to show his love to Shangshuqianjin, but was driven away impatiently by Shangshuqianjin's maid, telling him not to delay her lady's time to go to Fengfenglou.
These things one after another are stimulating Wen Yong.
When the resentment towards Huarong in his heart reached its peak, he actually wanted to pretend that he did not recognize the handwriting on the paper fan, and then taunted Huarong severely in front of everyone, giving him an embarrassment.
This idea took root in my mind, and then it grew rapidly, and the branches and leaves became luxuriant in an instant, and it couldn't be covered.
"I don't argue with women and children!" Wen Yong glanced arrogantly at nursery rhyme, then put on a very noble face, turned around, and called a group of people to go upstairs.
"The time is coming, and the poetry competition should also start."
"Since some people want to see the elegant demeanor of famous people, let them take a good look at the difference between those rotten low-level dramas and your splendid poems!"
Thank you Yunchen for the reward, and everyone's cute tickets, chirp~
I'm really sorry that there are so few updates now, but the postgraduate entrance examination is really important, and the time is already very tight now, one update every day is already my best effort.If you really feel that there are too few, then everyone can raise the text, so you don’t have to wait for updates every day (I hope you don’t keep it and be forgotten, huh)
If one day the update is interrupted, it means that I really really have no ability to update it.Then, after the postgraduate entrance examination, I will have more.
Well, good night.
(End of this chapter)
"Master Wen," Huarong called him in a calm tone, gently shaking the paper fan in his hand, "What did you just say? I didn't pay attention just now, can you say it again?"
But at this time, when Wen Yong's gaze inadvertently caught the paper fan in Huarong's hand, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Because on Huarong's paper fan, there are four strong and powerful characters written——
"See words like me".
As the number one scholar who was approved by the emperor's imperial pen not long ago, Wen Yong recognized that the word was written by the emperor himself.
There have long been rumors that the paper fan that Huarong has been holding all year round has the handwriting of the current Holy Majesty.
But it's just a rumor, no one will take it seriously.
How rare is the imperial pen of the emperor, how could it be easily given to others?
Or to a lowly actor?
When Wen Yong heard this rumor earlier, he only laughed in his heart at that pretty face who was bold enough to spread rumors wantonly.
But he didn't expect that now he actually saw the Holy Majesty's handwriting on his hand.
Or "seeing the words like me" shows great respect, comparable to the handwriting of the gold medal for avoiding death!
Wen Yong's eyes flickered, and he asked the guarding guards to retreat, then cupped his hands to Huarong and said:
"Everyone who came here today is a guest, just now Wen Mou just made a little joke with Boss Hua, you two don't mind?"
Before the two of them finished speaking, Wen Yong led the two of them inside again: "Please come in, both of you."
"Yo," the nursery rhyme raised his voice and said, "I see, Mr. Wen is not much worse than Huarong in singing skills. Especially in Sichuan opera, I see that Huarong, who is famous all over the world, is not as good as Wen. How about half a cent for an adult—”
"Look, everyone, Mr. Wen's unique skill of changing faces is really eye-opening!"
After the nursery rhyme was finished, many people in the restaurant laughed.
Those who can come to the first floor are all the people with a reputation in the capital, and they come here just to join in the fun.
She doesn't really care if she offends Wen Yong.
Don't look at him as the number one scholar handpicked by the sage, and now he has been given a fifth-rank official position, looking young and promising.
But after all, Wen Yong is just a boy from a poor family, and the power in the capital is so entangled that he cannot be moved by a small number one scholar.
Hearing the undisguised laughter in his ears, Wen Yong's expression was already very displeased.
Tong Yao, such a young girl who is not yet ready, looks at him with disdain and contempt in her eyes.
As for Huarong, up to now, his face still has a calm and graceful look, which makes him look like a villain.
And the mocking sound in his ears penetrated into his ears more and more sharply.
Thinking back to the day when he passed the exam, he wanted to show his love to Shangshuqianjin, but was driven away impatiently by Shangshuqianjin's maid, telling him not to delay her lady's time to go to Fengfenglou.
These things one after another are stimulating Wen Yong.
When the resentment towards Huarong in his heart reached its peak, he actually wanted to pretend that he did not recognize the handwriting on the paper fan, and then taunted Huarong severely in front of everyone, giving him an embarrassment.
This idea took root in my mind, and then it grew rapidly, and the branches and leaves became luxuriant in an instant, and it couldn't be covered.
"I don't argue with women and children!" Wen Yong glanced arrogantly at nursery rhyme, then put on a very noble face, turned around, and called a group of people to go upstairs.
"The time is coming, and the poetry competition should also start."
"Since some people want to see the elegant demeanor of famous people, let them take a good look at the difference between those rotten low-level dramas and your splendid poems!"
Thank you Yunchen for the reward, and everyone's cute tickets, chirp~
I'm really sorry that there are so few updates now, but the postgraduate entrance examination is really important, and the time is already very tight now, one update every day is already my best effort.If you really feel that there are too few, then everyone can raise the text, so you don’t have to wait for updates every day (I hope you don’t keep it and be forgotten, huh)
If one day the update is interrupted, it means that I really really have no ability to update it.Then, after the postgraduate entrance examination, I will have more.
Well, good night.
(End of this chapter)
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