Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 107
The people who were secretly despising Xiao Rui were surprised when they saw that Xiangcheng's behavior was a bit out of control, and then they all turned their backs, for fear that their eyes would offend the eldest princess.

Seeing Xiangcheng spouting tea, Gao Yang who was sitting beside him quickly took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Xiangcheng, Fang Yiai, who knew about the spraying of water, gave a smirk behind his back and thought, "Little girl, you have a day too!"

Xiangcheng glanced at Fang Yiai with a smirk on his face, spat softly in his heart, and said to himself: "My friend, it's not all because you are not a decent person. You even secretly laughed at him!"

After avoiding for a while, everyone turned their heads one after another, and looked at Monk Bianji's calligraphy again.

Taking advantage of the high interest of the crowd, Bianji said to Fang Yiai: "Fang's son-in-law, please?"

Bian Ji's words successfully shifted everyone's attention to Fang Yiai.

After watching Bianji and Monk Mobao, everyone had already made up their minds about this discussion, and now they looked at Fang Yiai who was standing aside with a normal expression, their eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

"Okay, so I'll show my shame." After finishing speaking, just as Fang Yiai was about to pick up the wolf hair and deal with it indiscriminately, Gao Yang's call suddenly came from his ear.

"Brother Juner."

Seeing Gao Yang waving to her with concern, Fang Yiai immediately put down the brush and walked up to the beauty.

Looking at Fang Yiai, Gao Yang's eyes were full of anxiety, and he whispered softly: "Brother Jun'er, I feel a little tight in my chest. How about we go back?"

"Chest tightness?" After looking at Gao Yang's thoughts several times, Fang Yi'ai felt a warm feeling in her heart, and said to herself, "Which is Shu'er chest tightness? It's obviously because I'm afraid that I will make a fool of myself in front of everyone later."

Seeing that the beautiful woman was in love with each other, Fang Yiai stretched out her hand to hold Gao Yang's slender hand, thinking, "Since Shu'er has me in her heart, then I don't care what that bald donkey in Bianji is doing? Wouldn't it be better to go back to the house while the iron is hot and strengthen the relationship?" it is good?"

When Bianji saw Gao Yang and Fang Yiai whispering sweetly, the complacency in his heart disappeared immediately, and then he took advantage of the gap when everyone was watching the two of them, and quickly started writing on the rice paper with a pen.

Seeing that the beautiful woman's heart is clear, Fang Yiai still remembers the discussion with the monk Bianji, and instead said a little dotingly: "Okay, I will accompany Shu'er back home."

After making up her mind, Fang Yiai's desire to compete for power died down immediately, and then she cupped her hands to Xiangcheng beside her and said, "Princess, Shu'er is not feeling well. We and I will leave the table first."

Seeing that Fang Yiai and Fang Yiai were planning to leave, Xiangcheng, who was worried that Fang Yiai would show his feet in the literary competition, nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, let Shu'er go back to the house to cultivate. Sister another day I'm going to see you."

When everyone knew that Fang Yiai and Gao Yang were going to leave, they felt more contempt for Fang Yiai in their hearts, but because of Gao Yang's face, they couldn't say anything about Fang Yiai's discussion with Monk Bianji Wen Mo's words stubble.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Fang Yiai and Gao Yang were about to leave when the voice of Monk Bianji suddenly sounded in their ears.

Walking in front of Gao Yang, Bian Ji took out the note he just wrote, and said: "Princess, the poor monk has a clumsy work, please be honest with the princess."

Although Gao Yang is arrogant by nature, he treats people fairly well. Seeing that Bianji wanted to let him look at the handwriting, Gao Yang had no choice but to hold the note in his hand because of his feelings.

After receiving the note, Gao Yang was about to open it to read it, but he heard the voice of the debate machine in his ear again.

"Princess, the poor monk's clumsy work is not worth everyone's attention. The princess should open it after returning home."

Hearing Bian Ji's vague and faltering words, Fang Yi felt suspicious in his heart, and thought to himself, "What kind of trick is this thief playing? He also specially asked Shu'er to go back to the mansion to watch it privately? Could it be that there is something filthy written on it?" ?!"

Thinking of this, without waiting for Gao Yang to respond to the defense, Fang Yiai grabbed the note and quickly unfolded it.

"I once thought that being too sentimental would damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I went to the mountains. The world is safe with the law of duality, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing."

Looking at the handwriting on the note, Fang Yi'ai was furious, this is not a clumsy graffiti, it is clearly a love poem by Bian Ji expressing his heart to Gao Yang!

In a fit of rage, Fang Yiai quickly crumpled the note into a ball, cursing bitterly in her heart: "You're bald, if it's the useless Fang Jun from before. How can Shu'er, who is pure in nature, stand up to your nonsense?" ? Keep saying that there is no such thing as a monk in love between men and women!"

Seeing Fang Yiai's ferocious expression, everyone couldn't help being curious, and wanted to see the handwriting on the note, but found that the note had already been tightly clutched into a ball of paper by Fang Yiai.

Bian Ji saw that the poem he expressed his heart to Gao Yang was damaged by Fang Yiai's rudeness, he couldn't help being angry for a while, and accused him red-faced, "Why are you acting so nonsense!"

Seeing that Bianji asked the question knowingly, Fang Yi's love teeth were about to crack, and he wanted to use the Jade Finger Sword to kill him on the spot, but he was afraid that it would cause trouble for nothing, so he could only secretly express hatred in desperation, wishing to say this to seduce his wife The bald thief eats it alive!

"Brother Jun'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Fang, didn't you have a drink before, and now you feel drunk?"

"Why is the son-in-law so rude? There's no such thing as a family upbringing!"

Hearing the people's words of worry, relief, or reprimand, Fang Yiai's hands trembled slightly. In his rage, he didn't care about his alias identity, so he turned to Bianji and said, "Master Bianji, you and I still have a good discussion. Is it over?!"

As soon as Fang Yiai's words came out, Monk Bianji was stunned. He never thought that Fang Yiai, who was out of the predicament, would come to his door again!

Surprised, Monk Bianji asked contemptuously, "Discussion? Isn't Fang Consort going back to the residence?"

"The man keeps his word, how can I retreat just like that!" After speaking, Fang Yiai looked at Gao Yang and said softly, "Shu'er, why don't you sit down at the banquet?"

Previously Gao Yang pretended to be ill and only wanted to help Fang Yiai get out of the predicament, now seeing him bring up the matter of writing and ink competition again, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai walked slowly to the desk under everyone's amazed eyes, and dipped in the ink as soon as she mentioned the wolf's hair.

Although extremely annoyed, Fang Yiai was not stupid enough to write poems in thin gold script, but switched to the regular script that she had learned in her previous life, and started to splash ink freely.

After finishing the poem, Fang Yiai let go of her penis, cupped her hands and said to everyone: "I'm not talented, I'm showing my ugliness!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai walked back to the banquet, and sat beside Gao Yang with a smile on her face.

Seeing Fang Yiai's confident expression, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and gathered in front of the desk one after another, watching the poems he wrote.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times, so as not to stir up dust."

When writing with a pen, I thought of Bianji's four lines of reminiscence, and Fang Yiai immediately copied them to the public, and wrote the revelations that the monk Shenxiu hadn't finished yet, with the intention of humiliating Bianji, a big-hearted person, one by one. The thief is bald.

"Good handwriting, good handwriting! The regular script written by Fang Concubine is Zhengpingping, which has the charm of Yu Shinan. He is worthy of being the son of Prime Minister Fang!"

"The artistic conception of this poem is wonderful, even better than that of the Diamond Sutra!"

"Written so well, how could Fang Consort be so modest before. I almost misunderstood Fang Concubine, ashamed, ashamed."

Seeing everyone praising Fang Yiai in unison, Monk Bianji was greatly surprised and hurried to the desk. After seeing the handwriting on the paper, although he had lost his Buddha heart, he still felt ashamed, and his cheeks changed accordingly. It was red and hot.

Seeing that Monk Bianji's face was flushed, people who didn't know it mistakenly thought that he felt ashamed because he thought he was inferior after seeing Fang Yiai's handwriting.

Seeing that Bianji looked at the rice paper in silence, Fang Yiai snorted softly, and said sarcastically, "I'll give this humble painting to the mage, I hope the mage can always encourage the Buddha's heart, so as to become an eminent monk who attains enlightenment! "

Although Bianji intends to compete with Fang Yiai for Gao Yang, but his nature is still very simple. Hearing Fang Yiai's sarcasm, he was ashamed and said the words of admitting defeat, "I am ashamed of myself as a son-in-law, a talented poor monk."

Seeing Bian Ji conceding defeat, Fang Yi cried out in love, and thought to himself, "Give this thief a bald head today, so that he won't come back to pester Gao Yang in the future. If he comes back shamelessly, why should I be afraid of fighting with him for thesis and martial arts discussion!"

Just when Fang Yiai was secretly delighted, Gao Yang leaned into his ear and whispered words, which immediately shocked the son-in-law who had just defeated his love rival into a cold sweat.

"Brother Jun'er, haven't you ever learned writing and ink? Why are you so talented today? And how did you get the injury on your back last night? Shu'er always feels that you are hiding something from others!"

(End of this chapter)