The steward quickly found a high-quality small pipe wolf and spread the best rice paper.

Zhu Ping'an moved his arms, twisted his hands again, and started to prepare for the activities.

Seeing this, Grandpa Fu and the others knew that Zhu Ping'an really wanted to write, and their eyes were about to pop out. In their opinion, seeing Zhu Ping'an writing is even more unusual than seeing an old boar giving birth.

The other guests in the flower hall, seeing Zhu Ping'an's solemn appearance, said in their hearts, could it be that this little marquis is hidden on weekdays, and he is also a knowledgeable person?

The scholars in that class were also extremely surprised, the name of this little marquis had been heard, although he had the name of a grandson to read, in fact, he only read it. Could it be that there is something wrong with the rumors, this little marquis is often nurtured in front of his grandson, and he also has some talent?

The warm-up is complete.

In his previous life, Zhu Ping'an saw a lot of brushes and used them less, and he didn't care whether the holding posture was right or not, so he grabbed it in his hand indiscriminately.

Everyone was stunned.

The scholar surnamed Peng took a sip of tea, and squirted it out with a sip.

The little masters didn't think there was anything abnormal, but they just looked at the way the little marquis held the pen, which was a little different from the old master who did copywriting in the house. Thinking about it, what kind of identity does the little marquis have, since he wants to write, he naturally can't be as cheesy as those subordinates.

"Little Hou Ye, are you going to write, or are you going to kill a pig?" Qi Lin asked with a smile.

The other scholars laughed as well.

Although the guests at the other table were afraid of Zhu Ping'an's family background and did not dare to laugh out loud, they really felt a little disdainful in their hearts.

Although Grandpa Fu couldn't hear what this meant, he knew that it was definitely not a good word.

Looking at Zhu Ping'an's appearance of holding a pen again, it was really similar to holding a pig-killing knife, knowing that Qi Lin was scolding, he was about to have another seizure, and Zhu Ping'an gently stopped him.

Little Master Fu had no choice but to sit there, sulking in his mouth, complaining to Zhu Ping'an in his heart, "This little Hou Ye doesn't know what to play today, and he is not annoyed by being laughed at like this, and he doesn't let me be mad." ”

"If you kill a pig, you have to change the knife. If it's ...... to write, I think it's better to forget it, little marquis, it's easier to kill pigs. Qi Lin continued to scoff.

On weekdays, he wouldn't have offended this group of petty magnates to death. It was Grandpa Fu's words to humiliate Miss Xiaoping just now that kept him angry.

Zhu Ping'an was not annoyed, nor did he refute, and there was always a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a moment of contemplation, the pen in his hand fell to the paper.

Only Zhu Ping'an really wrote, and the little grandfathers all looked at the paper curiously.

Grandpa Fu also forgot to be angry, and stood up to watch with everyone.

At the beginning, Zhu Ping'an wrote very slowly, and then he got faster, and the pen walked like a dragon and snake, like flying.

A few of those words were known to Grandpa Fu, but he didn't know what they meant. However, since Zhu Ping'an has written, his brothers are finally not too ashamed.

In order to give Zhu Ping'an a boost, Fu Xiaogong kept hitting the knots, "Good words...... Good words, good poems...... Good poetry. ”

Lan Xian and the others also clamoured.

It's just that this color drink is a bit monotonous, and the two sentences in Grandpa Fu's mouth are the ones that go back and forth, "Good words...... Good words, good poems...... Good poetry. ”

The others were quite curious, and they didn't know what this little marquis had written, but they didn't dare to come and take a look.

Qi Lin was very calm, still disdainful, he had already decided in his heart, "With the dog's paw holding the pen, what ivory can be written?" ”

Tea time, and it will be written.

Zhu Ping'an learned from the appearance in the costume films of his previous life, and blew on the ink paper again and again.

The ink dried quickly, and Zhu Ping'an folded it casually. The little maid had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly took it.

"Little sister, you can't get mixed up with these ink papers. Later, when the little apple girl invited me, she called the wrong person, so didn't I be wronged, little marquis? Zhu Ping'an said to the little maid with a smile.

The implication is that Miss Apple, who reads what he wrote, will definitely invite him in.

"You're too ashamed, aren't you, who are you to yourself?" Although the little maid didn't dare to say it, she didn't think so in her heart.

Where can't others hear the meaning of Zhu Ping'an's words?

This little marquis is too shameless. Does he think he is Xiao Tanhua or Su Jia?

Xiao Tanhua and Su are among the best talents in the world. Although this little marquis's family background is noble, how can he be compared with these great heroes who move the world with their literary names?

The scholars didn't have much reaction, and all of Zhu Ping'an's actions seemed to them to be just a clown, just a joke.

Only Master Fu was serious, pointing to Zhu Ping'an's piece of ink paper, and said with a straight face, "Yes, yes, you can see it, you must not be mistaken." lest I get mad when I get it, everyone is not good-looking. ”

He was full of confidence, and he decided in his heart that no matter what his little marquis wrote, when the time came, this person would be able to see it, and he would be able to see it if he didn't see it.

The little maid saw that Grandpa Fu's appearance was a little scary, so she hurriedly lowered her head and ran into the backyard with the ink paper.

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"Brother Qi, you said that today, anyone is lucky enough to see Miss Apple?"

After the little maid entered, the scholars began to chat.

"You don't know, how high that little apple girl's vision is, I don't think it's easy."

Qi Lin's eyes were slightly dim, and he seemed to be a little lacking in confidence. He had been here a few times, and thought that with his talent, the little apple girl would definitely look at her differently, and who knew that he would not have the opportunity to see him until today.

"But if there is such a lucky person, it will only be between you and me. As for the rest, hehe,......"

Qi Lin glanced at Zhu Ping'an, and the meaning of his words was self-evident.

The scholars smiled.

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About half an hour later, the little maid hurried out of the inner courtyard with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

Seeing this situation, Qi Lin's heart moved, isn't there any happy event today?

Sure enough, the little maid didn't catch her breath yet, so she said, "My girl is going to see a guest today." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Little Apple was in Kyoto for three months, and for the first time she heard that she was going to meet a guest.

Qi Lin was excited in his heart, his face was slightly red, he slowly stood up with a smile, and said secretly in his heart, "I have spent half a month polishing this great endowment, and finally the emperor has lived up to his ......wishes."

All the scholars showed envious looks, this surnamed Qi has the highest literary talent and the most famous among the people, if the little apple girl wants to meet guests, it is naturally him.

Zhu Ping'an was still sitting upright, looking as usual, chatting with Master Fu.

Qi Lin glanced at him, and the mockery in his eyes was even stronger, "See how you are still ashamed?" ”

"My girl, please invite this ......, by the way, what's the child's surname?" The little maid took a breath, covered her chest, and said to Zhu Ping'an.

"Is the young lady asking me?" Zhu Ping'an turned his head slightly, chuckled and said, "If you ask me, you might as well tell you." I am the surname of the country, and the single name is Ping'an. ”

"Little Marquis, peace is a two word, not a single name." Lan Xian interjected.

"Just you talk a lot." Little Master Fu glared at him.

Lan Xian was frightened and hurriedly stopped.

"Country name? is surnamed Zhu. My girl said that she invited Zhu Gongzi into the inner courtyard for a while. The little maid covered her mouth and chuckled, and said in her heart, "This little marquis doesn't seem to be a talented person, but he has a bit of fortune teller skills." ”

"What? Does Little Apple really want to invite this gentleman in? ”

When everyone heard this, where they dared to believe it, they wondered if their ears had heard it wrong.

Qi Lin was even more like being struck by lightning, the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely stiff, and he was stunned in place.

"Girl, are you mistaken?" The scholar surnamed Peng also suspected that his ears had heard it wrong, and asked with some doubts.

"I can't be mistaken...... the little maid glared at the scholar surnamed Peng, obviously very dissatisfied with him questioning herself, "I have been keeping this Zhu Gongzi's ink paper alone, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid of ......", she didn't continue, but her eyes kept glancing at Grandpa Fu, and the fear in her eyes was very obvious.

Obviously, she was frightened by Grandpa Fu's last words.

"How is this possible?" Qi Lin was still stunned, his eyes glazed, and he kept muttering in his mouth.