Others are a little regretful, since they can write such amazing words at such a young age, how can they not be qualitative enough!

It's a child in the end, I don't know what generosity is at this time!

"Okay." Zhou Shuhuan sneered and stretched out his hand to add a little water to the inkstone, and then pinched the ink block and grinded it.

Brother Hui guessed that he didn't care what others thought, and his mother said that the tiger doesn't threaten others when you are a sick cat.

There was a Tang Boze yesterday, and there is this one today.

If this matter is generously tolerated, similar things will continue to happen in the future, is it possible to endure it?

It's better to follow their wishes and respond to them with your own ability. It's also good that others have a long memory, don't bully Xiao Wang's young age.

Brother Hui immediately showed a happy face, sat down, and looked at this Yanmo very seriously.

Can you question Xiao Wang's words, and ask Xiao Wang to write it again in person, isn't that just to come to find trouble? Then Xiao Wang, why can't I let you do something? There are comings and goings, and this is called fairness.

Brother Hui remembers clearly, his mother said that there is no need to endure when you can't bear it!

The effect of killing chickens and monkeys last year was not very good, and this time I have to do it again, of course, the intensity must not be small, otherwise it will be in vain.

"It's ready to go." Zhou Shuhuan stopped and said coldly.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Brother Hui thanked him very politely, picked up the pen with one hand, held the sleeve of the pen with the other hand, and dipped it in ink slowly, just this mouth is not idle; "Oh my God, in the end, it is Uncle Wang's ink, the little nephew understands it, the skill of this ink grinding lies in the fast is coarse, the slow is fine, the coarse is sluggish, the detailed rules are God, Uncle Wang, the little nephew is right?"

Brother Hui's innocent expression and surprised tone made Zhou Shuhuan's chest feel tight, and he didn't want to respond at all.

The three relatives and friends of Zhou Shuhuan not far away had gloomy faces, but in this case, they couldn't do anything.

King Ning, the grandson, is too bad!

Is there a mistake? King Ning is humane, elegant and modest, and his son Zhou Yi'an is also a literary Confucian who doesn't like to compete with others, why is this grandson such a virtuous? Is it because of the environment of small life?

The three of them couldn't help but glance at Xue Wenyu again, and see what you taught!

Xue Wenyu received this accusatory look, and he was actually very depressed in his heart, the child was really not caused by him, he was really wronged!

Brother Hui was not finished, and spoke again before putting down the pen; "Uncle Wang has read carefully, and the little nephew is about to start writing. Don't wait to do it again, writing is tiring and exhausting! "That's a childish thing to say.

But listening to Zhou Shuhuan's ears, it was as piercing as a needle prick.

Brother Hui looked at this Uncle Wang's forbearance look, so he put away his playfulness and put down his pen seriously.

This time, he only wrote four sentences, each sentence in one font, and the four sentences were in Ou Ti, Yan Ti, Liu Ti and Zhao Ti.

Zhou Shuhuan knew that he was wrong the moment Brother Hui put pen to paper, and he shouldn't question him!

This child's whole body at the moment, where is there still half a child's breath, his gestures are full of calm and sophisticated, and the pen is like flowing water, just looking at his movements Zhou Shuhuan feels like a mountain pressing towards him, and the words on the paper are strong and powerful into the wood, and the words on the paper also make him feel suffocated.

"My nephew is ugly, is Uncle Wang still satisfied?" Brother Hui finished writing four sentences, put down the pen, looked up and asked with a smile.

Zhou Shuhuan's face was pale and he didn't say a word, he reached out and picked up the words that Brother Hui had just written, turned around and left, but this time he didn't go back to his position, but walked directly towards the door of the palace.

His back looked very declining, and Brother Hui couldn't help but ask himself if he had gone too far!

The eyes of everyone in the hall moved with him, and it was not until he could not see that his three relatives and friends reacted, hurriedly got up and greeted the sect leader apologetically, and hurriedly chased him out.

One of them, when they all arrived at the door, stopped and turned around and glanced at Xue Wenyu.

"It's really funny, my skills are not as good as others, and I am still not convinced?" Shang Xiaohu muttered with disdain.

Zhou Shuhuan and his party left, and everyone turned their attention to Xue Wenyu's side again.

Fan Pu often pretended to be calm, Shang Xiaohu was very proud, but Xue Wenyu didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this written test, everyone has seen the results, Jiejun Wang has this attainment in calligraphy at a young age, which shows that there are many descendants of the Zhou family Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, this is my luck to Yanguo, and I will record it in the Yuzong Hall later.

The second session is still a literary exam, and the time is set for half a month later.

Now the old man announces that this written exam is officially over, please come back. The sect leader looked at the new monarch candidates sitting awkwardly, and he couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly announced the end.

When he announced the end here, Zhou Shuhuan, who had just left the palace gate and sat in the sedan chair, unfolded the text panel in his hand again, and after reading it word by word, he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and his chest, which had been stuffy for a long time, suddenly couldn't suppress it anymore, and a mouthful of bloody blood spurted out, and the whole text panel was like a red plum blooming in the cold winter.

The attendant on the side of the sedan chair smelled a smell of blood, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and looked at it, and his legs were so frightened that his legs were weak.

Zhou Shuhuan's strategist reacted quickly, immediately put down the sedan curtain, and whispered to don't panic and hurry back home.

This is not a plot to poison, but a big blow and stimulation.

can't be seen by others, and then fall into the handle.

Besides, in the Wenhua Palace, the people around Brother Hui all stood up and walked out, and no one paid attention to him.

But Xue Wenyu is not as idle as Brother Hui, and some of those ministers will smile and nod at him before they go out.

Others bowed their hands to him; "Xue Shizi, it's really amazing, admire, admire."

Whether it was smiling and nodding or joking, it sounded mocking to Xue Wenyu at this moment.

"Father, let's go too, it's almost noon." Brother Hui walked up to Xue Wenyu and tugged at his sleeve very nervously and said.

Hurry home and have your mother help you when you go home.

Xue Wenyu looked down at Brother Hui, but he didn't know what to say to this kid or what to ask.

"Let's go back and talk about it." Fan Pu on the side often looked at some people who were paying attention to this side, so he opened his mouth to remind him.

"Hmm." Xue Wenyu responded, walked up to the sect leader, said hello and walked out, and Brother Hui also greeted the sect leader.

The sect leader smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything, in fact, he didn't know what to say.

Because this kid is so shocking and unexpected today.

When they left the palace, Xue Wenyu and his party were silent, and Lin Chuan, Luo Yi and others who were waiting outside couldn't ask what was going on.

Why did those civil and military officials come out, and they all have the same expression?

Brother Hui sat in the carriage and wanted to take the initiative to explain to his father several times, but when he looked up at his father's calm face, he was so frightened that he quickly dispelled his thoughts.

The carriage stopped outside the mansion, and when Xue Wenyuhui got out of the carriage, he saw Mu Yingbao coming over with a smile.

There is a soft chair next to the door, a small square table in front of the chair, melon seeds, tea and snacks, and a bunch of melon seed shells on the ground.

"What's the matter, this is, one by one, so serious? Are Brother Hui's grades bad? What does it matter, it's not a game to win or lose. Mu Yingbao stepped forward and grabbed Brother Hui's shoulder and said with a smile.

Xue Wenyu stared at her eyes expressionlessly, how is Brother Hui compared today, don't you have a woman in your heart...... Read the latest chapters, stay tuned