Su Jiaojiao walked beside a young man wearing elegant glasses, the two of them were like golden boys and girls, and they were extremely eye-catching as soon as they appeared.

When Su Jiaojiao heard Su Mo's big grinning, her good-looking eyebrows gradually frowned: "Future brother-in-law?"

Su Jiaojiao glanced at Insolence, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

It's a pity, it's useless for a man to be handsome.

Su Jiaojiao knew who he was when she saw the arrogance. The "national husband" has "countless wives" in the whole of China.

Su Jiaojiao frowned lightly and said, "Momo, the eight characters haven't been skimmed yet, don't scream and ruin your sister Yanyan's reputation." "

"Your future brother-in-law is the only one now. Su Jiaojiao glanced at the elegant young man beside her, and a somewhat smug smile gradually bloomed on her red lips.

Su Mo didn't think so much, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Brother Fan is the future brother-in-law." Brother Zhang, too. "

Fan Shuo, an elegant young man beside Su Jiaojiao, smiled lightly and said, "This is different, I have already made a marriage contract with your sister Jiaojiao." "

This is something that everyone knows and admits to doing.

The man and woman turned their heads. The smile is elegant.

"I am Su Jiaojiao, Su Yan's cousin. "

"I'm Jiaojiao's fiancé, my name is Fan Shuo. Does Mr. Zhang know about Dele Jushi?" the man asked gently, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I know, the great poet hundreds of years ago, Fan Yongan." After Tang poetry Li Bai, a great talent appeared once in hundreds of years, and his poetry was widely circulated. "

With a smile on his face, Fan Shuo said, "I am a descendant of Dele Jushi. "

Su Mo on the side couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, this future brother-in-law is good at everything, he just likes to show that he is the descendant of a great poet.

Zhang said with a smile: "But Dele Jushi did not have a good time in his old age. "

The smile on Fan Shuo's face stiffened slightly, of course it was not good, he was exiled to the Far East in his later years, and died on the road before he could reach it.

Fan Shuo smiled and said, "Maybe it was the spirit of our ancestors that infected us, making our Fan family's development more and more smooth in the next hundred years." "

Fan Shuo's family lives in Changle Prefecture, not far from Yanjing, and is a prominent family in that family.

It is almost the same nature as the Su family.

Two years ago, she was engaged to Su Jiaojiao of the Su family, and she can be described as a golden boy and girl.

Su Jiaojiao looked arrogant. Thinking that he was finally able to suppress Su Yan, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

Su Jiaojiao has not been able to compare to Su Yan since she was a child, no matter how she looks. Personality, or learning, she can't compare.

Since he was a child, he has been pressed under Su Yan.

But now it's different, her fiancé is Fan Shuo! Although the family is not necessarily arrogant and rich, but the family background is prominent.

Su Jiaojiao glanced at Fan Shuo, only to think that he had given her a long face.

It was at this time. A graceful white figure walked out.

Su Yan's skin was as fair as congealed fat, and he was wearing a gentle white cheongsam with flowers embroidered in the corners of the cheongsam.

She wears a pair of small embroidered shoes on her white jade-like feet. Cute and cute.

Everyone's attention was instantly attracted, a fairy-like beauty.

Su Yan walked over and smiled wildly: "I just knew that you had arrived early." "

Seeing that Zhang Yan stared at her without speaking, Su Yan was a little surprised and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Crazy smiled: "I patronized the little fairy, I forgot what you were asking." Can you ask again?"

Su Yanyu's pretty face instantly turned red.

Fan Shuo's eyes were a little resentful. This kid is so bold, he dares to flirt with his sister casually in the Su family......

When his Fan family came to the Su family to propose, he actually fell in love with Su Yan, who knew that she went to a small city to study in college, so she could only retreat and get engaged to Su Jiaojiao.

So yesterday Su Jiaojiao said about this literati gathering, and he agreed to come down. I want to see what the hell is going on.

If you have money, you will play tricks.

Fan Shuo coughed lightly and said, "Since today is a gathering of literati, what can everyone look at?"

Almost everyone has a baby with words, paintings, and texts. The scene suddenly became noisy and harmonious.

Fan Shuo couldn't help but ask Zhang Mad and said, "Does Mr. Zhang know calligraphy and painting?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qiang said, "I understand a little bit." "

The painting didn't dare to say. I really understand the words, and I have practiced writing from childhood to adulthood.

Do you expect a rich second generation to really understand this?

"Understand a little bit" is all pretending to say. If he really knew a little, he would probably be able to brag about himself as a calligrapher.

Those bragging rich second generations, they have met a lot.

Su Yan stood aside and didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth curved.

I'm afraid that only she and her brother Su Zhe know, and Zhang Zheng really understands.

Seeing that they were discussing calligraphy and painting, Zhang Mad didn't pay much attention to him. He turned his head to look around, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Except for the juniors, I didn't see any elders of the Su family.

His insolent gaze swept over the monitors in the four corners, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"Come and see. This is the true handiwork of my ancestor, Dele Jushi. Fan Shuo suddenly raised his voice.

The attendant behind him immediately obediently unfolded the scroll he had brought and spread it flat on the table.

It was a three-meter-long and half-meter-wide painting.

As soon as it unfolded, it attracted a group of cultural people to marvel again and again.

"Could this be the high-spirited work of Dele Jushi in his early years?" someone asked in surprise.