Many people looked down at the signature in their hands and made sure that it was not them, so they hooked their necks to see who it was.

Yuan Chi, who was sitting beside Fukangan, caught a glimpse of Fukangan's expression of frowning and putting down the bamboo stick in disappointment, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Here is the third master, here is the third master!"

Fukangan's brows moved suspiciously, only to see that the bamboo sticks in front of him had been replaced by Yuan Chi.

At present, on this stick, it is really a regular use of cinnabar to draw the word "Pujia".

He was a little unhappy that Yuan Chi had so many things, and his eyelids were too active, but he didn't explain, and only picked up the bamboo stick.

A teenager who is just starting to fall in love, there is no one who doesn't want to show more in front of his sweetheart, especially a confident teenager.

"Do you still have such fun, when everyone else is blind?" said Na Yancheng with a cold snort.

As if to tease him.

Feng Jiwen looked at the crowd who had already begun to cheer.

Of course, they won't all be blind, but let's be this blind man.

"The third master is really 'good' luck! This is the first time, and he was smoked...... Third master, think about it, which one should you choose for poetry, calligraphy and painting?" Yuan Chi urged with a smile and joked.

Jin Rongyue's gaze fell on Fu Kang'an, with a decent smile on her face, and said, "Fu San Gongzi, please-"

Seeing her looking at herself, Fukangan's chest throbbed violently, and his face, which always looked a little cold and detached, couldn't help but bring a little smile at this time, he waved his hand, looking simple and heroic: "I am willing to gamble and lose, and prepare pen and ink." ”

It's not about painting, it's about showing calligraphy.

"In the past, I only knew that the third master of Fu was good at kung fu immediately, but I didn't know that he was also good at calligraphy and painting, and today I want to feast my eyes!" As soon as the boy unfolded the rice paper, Yuan Chi flattered.

The corners of Feng Jiwen's eyes twitched when she heard this, and before she started to write, she praised the sky - what is the meaning of running a horse without bounds, she can be regarded as seeing it in this Yuan Dagongzi today.

Even if the rest of the people were not in agreement, they were not surprised, as if they should have been like this.

This made Feng Jiwen feel that her three views had reached a new low.

There were also women outside the corridor who sneered, looked at the situation in the corridor through a half-opened green bamboo curtain, shook her head and said: "The eldest brother is now more and more handy at slapping sycophants, like a clown jumping off the beam, but he is still enjoying it." ”

The little maid beside her lowered her head when she heard this, not daring to answer.

The woman's gaze shifted, landed on a back, and squinted her eyes and asked, "Are you sure that is the second young master of Agui Mansion?"

The maid replied "yes".

"Let him come out, and say I want to see him." ”

The maid was taken aback, raised her head and hesitated, "Miss, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

"What's wrong, there are so many young ladies here today, and I don't see anyone deliberately avoiding suspicion. ”

The maid had a bitter face.

Can this be the same?

"Needless to say, go get someone. ”

Seeing that she insisted, the maid had no choice but to bite the bullet and go as ordered.

In the corridor, Fukangan has made a calligraphy, and a piece of Yue Fei's "Manjianghong" is sprinkled in one go.

According to the usual practice, his works should be held back and forth by the waiter to everyone present, listening to the praise of everyone, Fukangan looked too lazy to hide it, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of Feng Jiwen's expression that retracted his gaze after a glance, Ziyunzheng asked: "What do you think?" In her eyes, Feng Jiwen is an expert in calligraphy.

Feng Jiwen lowered her voice and said with a pertinent face: "So-so." ”

It's not belittled, but objectively speaking, this handwriting is good, but it greatly loses the charm.

Her voice was extremely low, but Fukangan saw the shape of her mouth when she spoke from a distance, clenched her fists angrily, and stared at her angrily.

He practiced this cursive script for a whole year, just to win the attention of Miss Jin Er at the Xiangshan Feng Meeting today-but Miss Jin Er didn't say anything, she turned her back and sneered at him.

said that what he wrote was so-so, and she wrote a few strokes to take a look!

Feng Jiwen turned her head as if she felt something, and was almost startled when she met his angry eyes at first glance.

Did you hear that?

What ears are so smart......

But this character is written in general, and when you come out to show, you must be mentally prepared to be given opinions.

Besides, she didn't grandstand and said unpleasant things in front of everyone.

is such a big person, why don't you have this belly at all.

Feng Jiwen retracted her gaze, and rolled her eyes as if intentionally and unintentionally by arranging her sleeves.

This white eye rolled lightly, but it showed disdain just right, revealing an indescribable elegance - it can be said to be the true biography of the concubine.

Fukangan was so angry that he almost blushed.

Not far from Feng Jiwen's diagonal opposite, someone coincidentally took in the white eye, and one couldn't help laughing, and actually chuckled.

It was the first time he had seen someone roll their eyes so beautifully.

Seeing each other twice, this Miss Feng seems to be different from the rumors.

"Brother He, what are you laughing at?" Yi Jiang'a, who was at the same table with him, smiled and said closely: "Fu Sanye's handwriting is not comparable to Brother He's. ”

He Shen shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "Among the children of the Eight Banners today, it can be called the best." ”

Yijiang laughed and said without hesitation: "In short, it stands out from the crowd!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around looked over, wanting to see who was saying such a disappointing thing at this time.

Seeing that it was Yi Jiang'a, he was relieved.

The son of Yonggui's family, who is notoriously cheap and poor, has nothing he doesn't dare to say, I still remember that a young lady made a painting at the Xiangshan Feng meeting last year, and he was stunned and cried on the spot, and he didn't take it out for several days, and this year's Xiangshan Feng will not dare to come.

A typical person is invincible.

The crowd did not want to be like him.

"Fu is new to calligraphy, and he got an axe in front of Miss Jin Er, and I implore Miss Jin Er to comment on one or two. Fukangan's side had barely walked out of the shadow of Feng Jiwen's white eyes, and looked at Jin Rongyue with an approachable face, his eyes were bright.

The boy has already held the calligraphy in front of Jin Rongyue.

Jin Rongyue stared at it for a moment, then smiled and commented: "Thank you for the lifting of the third prince of Fu - according to Rongyue's humble opinion, the third prince of Fu has a smart hand, and the pen is criss-crossed, and there are quite a few elements of the charm of the prince." ”

"Miss Jin Er's evaluation is good!" Yuan Chi stroked his palms and echoed loudly: "There is indeed Zhao Ziang's demeanor!"

Fukangan, who was so affirmed by his sweetheart, couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, but he didn't forget to say modestly: "Miss Jin Er praised it falsely, how dare Fu be comparable to Zianggong." ”

He still has some self-knowledge. Na Yancheng snorted lightly, and when the words fell, he saw a woman dressed as a maid stop in front of him.

"Dare to ask, but Zhang Jia's second son, is that Young Master Yancheng?" she bowed and asked softly.

Na Yancheng nodded slightly, looking at her suspiciously.

The maid's face was a little embarrassed, Ding Ziyu avoided it very much when she saw this, she stepped forward and whispered two words in Na Yancheng's ear.

Na Yancheng's face was surprised.

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