She also knows that her sister Yingrong is a good intention, but he really can't be half interested in the kind of boy who hasn't grown up yet! !

All the way to the back garden of the Pingjun Palace, here Ming has also been here several times, although the garden is large, the Ming is familiar with the road, along the lake stone road to the west. There is a pavilion in front of it, backed by a bamboo forest and facing the lake, which is an excellent place to rest.

But this time, Bang Ming walked to the end of the goal, but he was a little dumbfounded. The pavilion is still the same pavilion, the bamboo forest is still the bamboo forest in the past, the lake water naturally cannot change, the only thing that has changed is that there is an extra plaque on the beautiful octagonal Su-style painted pavilion.

She looked up at the plaque, and the more she looked at it, the more incredible she felt, and gradually her mouth opened wide.

Banxia also smiled and said: "Gege, I recognize the two words on it!!This is 'Zhuyi'! Zhuyi Pavilion! It's good to get the name! It's just that when we came here last year, the pavilion didn't have this name!"

The corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she also wanted to know, what the hell is going on!!

At this time, Hao Ming suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he was a young man wearing a black color blessing pattern brocade robe, the clothes seemed to be a high-quality cloud brocade, and the embroidery worker also seemed to be a Su embroidery faction, and the collar was embroidered with a wisp of gold and cloud patterns, which was very delicate and had a good needlework. On his head, he wore a dark-patterned melon skin hat with the same color of Tuanshou characters, and a white jade hat of excellent color was embedded in the hat. He was carrying a bronzing fracture fan in his hand, and he was walking leisurely towards this side as if he were walking in his back garden.

This man, whom he did not recognize, looked to be only twenty-five or sixteen years old, probably a few years younger than his brother-in-law Fu Peng. The appearance is not bad, a pair of thin willow eyebrows are curved, a pair of leisurely Danfeng eyes, the tall nose is in excellent shape, the lips are diamond-shaped, the whole face is long, and the upper facial features are matched together There is a sense of elegance, but it is more appropriate to look at it.

He walked to Ming, the bronzing fracture fan in his hand was opened, and Mingming saw at a glance that the fan was printed with the poem "Xiangguang Jushi" - Xiangguang Jushi, that is, Dong Qichang's number, that is, the fan of this folding fan is the calligraphy of the Ming Dynasty Dong Qichang himself? It is a very precious antique? Looking at this person's dress, it does not look like a person who can use fake calligraphy to paint. - But he deliberately wore a fan in the cold autumn, and it seemed that he was really a vassal and elegant guy.

Hao Ming couldn't help but secretly wonder about this person's identity, is he a child of the clan?

At this time, he pointed to the plaque on the pavilion with his fan, "I...... I saw it from afar, you looked up at the words on it for a long time, but you think the words on it are not bad?"

How can you really want to refute it, are you blind? Or is it Banxia who can't recognize a few words?! Otherwise, how can there be such a strange aesthetic?!

But thinking that the person in front of him was likely to be a yellow belt with a high title, Hao Ming also restrained his unkind words, and glanced at him with a faint smile, "I don't know where my brother-in-law is twitching!"

The man was stunned, he didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words.

Yu Ming shook his head and said: "Prince Pingjun is my brother-in-law! I didn't expect my taste to be so bad now!"

At this moment, the man understood what he said, but his face turned a little green.

Bo Ming looked him up and down, pointed to the word "bamboo meaning" on the plaque, and asked with wide eyes: "This 'stupid big black and thick' word should not be mentioned by you?!!

The man's face suddenly became even greener.

He laughed dryly, "That...... I'm sorry, I didn't know you wrote it. Hehe. In fact, from the moment he came over and asked the first sentence, he guessed that the words on the pavilion were only afraid that he had mentioned them. Although Ming Ming didn't know who this person was, she had no obligation to pat this person's ass. What's more, this person is full of the strength of the eldest and my second, and he is really unhappy.

The man's oily face held back a trace of redness, he closed the fan with a brush, and suddenly slapped it hard in the palm of his hand, he raised his voice and ordered the handsome white-faced young man in his early twenties who was hunched behind him and said: "Wang Qin, go get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!!"

After that, the man squinted his eyes, and there was a bit of unkindness in his eyes, and he glanced at him coldly: "Since you little girl has such a big tone, write a few words for me!! If you can't write well-" He squinted his eyes again, and his expression seemed to be getting more and more unkind.

Hao Ming couldn't help but pout, what the hell is this! It's just ugly writing, and it's just hanging it out in a grand way, just hanging it out, isn't it okay for people to evaluate two sentences honestly?!

Hao Ming was unhappy in her heart, so she jumped a pair of eyebrows, and said in a light tone: "My words are naturally unsatisfactory, but they are much better than the first two words!" -- She said that the first two words are "stupid, big and black and coarse", but they are not slanderous words! It is not that she has a poisonous mouth, but that those two words are really too ugly and too beautiful! Thick and ugly, without any style, I really don't know why Fu Peng is still carefully framed and hung up! Could it be that the title in front of her is not low, or is it a good friend of Fu Peng or something?

It was hard to hide his contempt like this, which made the young man in the costume in front of him choke enough, but before he had time to do anything more, the little man in green shirt called Wang Qin had already held the four treasures of the study and put it in the pavilion.

Hao Ming was not polite, and went straight into the pavilion, not bothering to care what the person's face was, she smiled and said politely to the handsome little guy named Wang Qin: "I'm tired." "--It is indeed a hard work, not only the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are the best in front of me, but even the water for grinding ink is also prepared.

Wang Qinxu knew that his master was angry, and he didn't dare to say more to Hao Ming, so he hurriedly bowed down and cautiously retreated.

He didn't hesitate, picked up the ink that had not been used up, stroked it lightly with his fingertips, and felt a delicate feeling, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, only to know that it was the best ink! So slightly poured a little water into the inkstone, then rolled up the sleeves, skillfully and agilely grinding ink, this grinding ink is also a kung fu, she learned calligraphy with her grandfather in her last life, it was from the grinding ink began to learn, add water must be less than many times, rather less and then add, must not put too much at once, and then the technique of grinding ink, to keep a direction of rotation, and the force should be even, not too much force, just like moisturizing things silently.

When Ming finished grinding the ink, the man also walked into the pavilion, his eyelids drooped, and he glanced at the even and delicate ink, and he commented in a cold and proud tone: "The grinding ink has a bit of a foundation, better than mine...... The little guy has to get a little better!"

Not only did this person not speak well, but his tone was even less beaten!! Hao Ming rolled her eyes, eager to splash all the ink on this inkstone on her face! Could it be that all the children of the clan are like this?