Finally, a certain bird walked in front of Su Wenxuan with a figure-eight step, "Well, this word is quite okay, yes, the young man continues to work hard." ”

Su Wenxuan was a little disappointed in his heart, and he couldn't laugh or cry, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to make do than to scold and write ugly.

"It is rumored that Su Wugongzi eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles all day long, but he doesn't learn anything, and he doesn't expect it...... This calligraphy is good, and there is a faint style of his father and son Che in the font......"

"The rumors are really not credible, just like the fourth lady of the day......"

"With a sister like the fourth lady, the fifth son will naturally not be ...... worse"

Listening to everyone's words and me, they all revolved around Su Bangyue and Su Wenxuan, Su Jin'er felt as uncomfortable as a thorn in her heart, and Su Xueying was still laughing at her on the side.

"I said the third sister, I don't know that I still think that Su Bangyue and the fifth brother were born to the same mother, but you were picked up by the fourth aunt!"

After speaking, Su Xueying ignored Su Jin'er's ugly face, glanced at the embarrassed young ladies who were sitting at the table, covered her lips and smiled: "It's better for the third sister to go up and try ...... too."

"The second sister laughed, the younger sister's words are not as good as the fifth brother, so she won't go up to offer ugliness......"

Although Su Jin'er's handwriting is good, it is still worse than Su Wenxuan, which is also the truth.

Looking at Su Bangyue, who was sitting at the same table as Jing Tianyin, a trace of jealousy flashed in Su Jin'er's eyes, especially when she saw the fairy-like man looking at Su Bangyue so gently, the affection in her eyes was not as simple as looking at the apprentice, and she was even more jealous in her heart.

There are constantly people going up to write, but there are also people who are humiliated by the poisonous tongue of the bird and return to the table angrily.

Because the reward of this Beichen Kingdom is really priceless, even if everyone knows that they may be humiliated by a bird if they go up, they are still willing to go up and take a risk.

The last one to go up was the Hongluan County Lord of the East Jin Kingdom, and the eldest lady of the Wind Pavilion, Feng Zhuohua.

Lord Hongluan looked at the handsome and cold face on the opposite seat, his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little, and he finally let himself look away, only then did he turn his head slightly to look at Su Wanyue beside him, and suddenly said: "There are thousands of people in the world, but the National Teacher has accepted the Fourth Miss as a disciple alone, it must be because the Fourth Miss is also as ......good as the National Teacher."

"It's less than one-tenth of the beauty master, it's just lucky. Su Wanyue replied modestly, and patted her beautiful master by the way.

How could Su Bangyue not see her thoughts?

This Hongluan county lord has taken a fancy to her beautiful master, and I am afraid that she is doing this to attract the attention of her sweetheart.

Su Wanyue winked mischievously at Jingtianyin, and teased in the secret voice: "Master Beauty's market is good, this county lord should be good, Master Beauty, do you want to consider it?"

Since this guy entered the hall, I don't know how many women have secretly sent him Qiubo, but it's a pity that she, the beauty master, really doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and the breath on this body is released, and I don't know how many beauties have been scared away.

Even so, there are still many bolder beauties who secretly look over here with red faces.

"It seems that you want to go back to Xue Wuya earlier?" Jing Tianyin's cold voice sounded in his head, and finally completely shut up Su Wanyue.

"I have heard that Miss Fourth is the first talented woman in the world, I wonder if Hongluan will be lucky enough to see Miss Fourth today?"

The county lord of Hongluan said again, with expectation in his eyes, as if he really just wanted to see the demeanor of the national teacher's disciples.