Different from the Hongwen Building of Wuweiju, the smell of books is everywhere, the scholars drink tea, talk about poetry and songs, and almost all of them behave elegantly.

Including those generals, no matter how rude they are outside, they have to deliberately show a little bit of Sven when they enter this Hongwen Building.

In such an environment, Wan Chaoyun could hardly imagine that Ma Song could beat Yan Hao into a bloody man.

Song Shizhen reached out and took the horsewhip from Hanying's hand, walked coldly to the center of the lobby, looked up at the silk silk that fell from the second floor, and described the rules of Hongwen Building in detail.

At this time, there is a pair in the center of Hongwen Building, and the upper link is "green water is worry-free, and the face is wrinkled by the wind." ”

There is pen and ink on the side of the pair all the year round, and there are pen and ink children waiting for them from time to time, and everyone looks at Song is true, what is this sturdy woman going to do?

Song Shizhen slapped the horsewhip on the table with a "snap", and suddenly, Xiao Tong was so frightened that he flicked it, and he was very afraid that this female rakshasa would hit him, so he couldn't wait to hide his face and leave.

"Grinding ink." Song is really cold voice sounded in the lobby, no one spoke, they were too shocked, the delicate female Jiao'e was so cruel, yes, I don't know what to say.

The boy who was waiting for the pen and ink didn't react, and the horsewhip struck a few more times on the table, "Grind the ink!" ”

The simple and incomparably clear words seemed to show that this female Rakshasa cherished words like gold, and the little boy was even more afraid, where did he still have the strength to grind the ink, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke, and his face was red.

The shopkeeper couldn't stand it, so he walked over from behind the counter, blocked in front of the little boy, and said with a smile: "Girl, do you want to couplet?" ”

"Grinding ink." It was still two short words, and the voice did not change at all.

The shopkeeper was bored, so he had to grind the ink, and he also wanted to see what kind of pair this fierce female Rakshasa could match.

Song is real character is the same as her style, not showy, but a little crazy, but it looks like it has a different charm.

"Qingshan Yuan is not old, it is snow-white." The shopkeeper read out the next line, "That's right." He took the lead in praising it, and suddenly looked at Song is really different, a female Jiao'e who can be literate and martial arts is really rare!

The other scholars on the side who heard the next link also nodded, "It's really good." ”

Soon, the next link spread among the crowd, and everyone's opinion of Song is true changed instantly, and it was no longer a female rakshasa, and some people even commented: "It's really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows go, it's rare, it's rare." ”

Song Shizhen also obviously felt that everyone's look at her was different, she looked at Wan Chaoyun gratefully, and also had the meaning of asking.

Wan Chaoyun smiled mysteriously, when she was standing at the door, she saw the couplet opposite, and she happened to have seen this couplet, so she had this plan.

"Girl, according to the rules, you need to go up." The shopkeeper instructed the people to put away the pairs and prepare the tables on the wall, and then, as if deliberately embarrassed, instead of preparing paper, he asked people to bring a two-meter-long plain white silk silk and lay it out.

Song Shizhen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to question the shopkeeper, but Wan Chaoyun quickly stopped him.

can't question the shopkeeper, she can only look at Wan Chaoyun in embarrassment, it's okay for her to write casually, if she wants to write such a big word, she can't write it!

Wan Chaoyun shook his head, this matter can only be done by her, otherwise the effect will be half the result and not cost-effective.

Everyone looked at her with bated breath, some had already guessed her predicament, and some scholars felt compassion and raised their voices: "Girl, why don't I write it for you?" ”

"No need." Song Shizhen also knew Wan Chaoyun's concerns, she couldn't waste the pair she had worked so hard to think of.

If Wan Chaoyun knew that she was thinking like this, she was afraid that she would be embarrassed to death, she didn't think hard about it, she just copied it......

There was no need for a sound, which made everyone's hearts sink again, and some people even gave birth to a woman who didn't know how to do it, and wanted to see her jokes when they thought about it.

But there are also many people who look at her distressed, a young girl, it is not easy to be such a good pair for this, so why be harsh?

"Shopkeeper, you hang the cloth up, hang it up and I'll write it when it's ready."

In different thoughts, Song Shizhen spoke, and her voice was like Fangcai, cold and steady, without any panic.

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously, and when he saw that she was extremely sure, he ordered someone to hang it.

After a while, the moon-white silk silk was hung up and fell down from the second floor, and everyone looked up.

At this moment, Song Shizhen held a brush in one hand, dipped it in ink, and then his body rose instantly.

Everyone saw a pretty figure rising from the center, and then in an instant they arrived on the second floor, the girl shook the horsewhip in her hand, and I don't know how she did it, the horsewhip firmly tied the guardrail, and by force, she swung to the front of the silk silk, and the pen in her hand turned into a sword, flying in the air.

When the person fell steadily from the second floor, there was already a line of words on the silk silk, "Smoke lock pond willow." ”

This time, the words are imperfect everywhere, but the madness is infinitely magnified, as if a girl with empty eyes is standing coldly in front of everyone, originally this kind of temperament is unpleasant, but the girl is beautiful.

Beauty, no matter how proud she is, some people are willing to take a few more looks, so the shortcomings in that word are ignored.

"This ......" The shopkeeper who was embarrassed suddenly felt uncomfortable, such a scribbled and arrogant word, who should be invited to write the couplet to be worthy? The writer he raised here is not good at writing this style of writing.

No one cared about him lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, everyone talked about the next link one after another, and many people said a few words on the spot, and they all shook their heads, "It's not good, it's not good, this sentence is difficult to be right, it's hard to be right." ”

Most people tried it, and then found that they couldn't do it, and suddenly, Song is really look at his eyes changed again, he can be literate and martial, talented, and crazy capital!

They often soak in Hongwen Building, thinking about making a name for themselves in the last couplet, or earning some money to return to their hometowns, but more often than not, they will meet friends with literature.

Yes, someone couldn't help it, and asked in a loud voice: "Dare to ask the girl's name." ”

"This girl will not change her surname, she will not change her name, Qingzhou people, Song is true." Song is really cold voice passed unhurriedly.

Recently, all major restaurants and teahouses seem to have rumored that Yan Hao has fallen in love with the daughter of a martial artist in a small place, and she seems to be also from Qingzhou, surnamed Song......

Could it be this one?

Many people couldn't believe their ears and shook their heads.

Doesn't it mean that Song is really a poor girl who wants to marry into a wealthy family?

Doesn't it mean that Song is really a small family that is not worthy of being a concubine?

Can a woman who wants to marry into a wealthy family be so able to fight? If you can fight like this, what kind of wealthy family can you marry? How comfortable is it to be a woman?

Such a talented girl is not worthy of being a concubine? Who has the blessing to take her as a concubine?

Want to marry her as a concubine? I'm afraid I didn't wake up.

There were a lot of onlookers, and they almost squeezed into Hongwen Building, Wan Chaoyun pulled the corner of Song is real clothes, and motioned her to look at a little boy sitting in a basket, the little boy was four or five years old, and a pair of bright and pure eyes looked at everyone in Hongwen Building curiously.

It seems to be his father who carries the basket, and at one end of the basket are the daily necessities such as meat and salt that he has bought, while at the other end sits him.

Song is really comprehended, and a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, only to see him pointing to the little boy and saying to the shopkeeper: "I gave him a free meal for a month, and I gave it to his father to go to Qingzhou, the shopkeeper, pay the silver." ”

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