Zheng Mohong: "......"

He really didn't expect that Mo Yongheng, who has always been upright and old-fashioned, actually has a time to play tricks.

Kemo Eternity broke the ring for his precious daughter, what could he say?

"It's just the first level, don't be too happy!" Zheng Mohong turned his head to look at the housekeeper: "Tell him what the second level is." ”

The butler hadn't spoken yet, and Mo Yongheng had already taken the lead.

"Dad, the auspicious time is coming, and if you don't go back, I'm afraid that I will miss the time of worship, and the head of the family is already urging."

At the critical moment, in order to allow himself to receive his daughter-in-law smoothly, Mo Yongheng moved out the old master of Mo without hesitation.

But it didn't work.

Zheng Mohong glanced at him lightly, took out his mobile phone and shook it.

"A minute before you rushed into the villa, I just called the old man in person, and he said that although the Mo family respects traditional customs, it is not pedantic, when will you pick up the bride, and when will you visit the church. Of course, it is not ruled out that if you can't pick up the bride, you have to go back by yourself, which is a pity. ”

Mo Yongheng: "......"

After making sure that Mo Yongheng had no opinion, the housekeeper had already stepped forward with a small notebook and read him the assessment criteria for the next level.

Zheng Mohong has already said that if he wants to marry his daughter, he must be able to be civil and martial.

"Wu" just passed the test of Mo Yongyong, and the second level is to test "Wen".

It's not difficult to take the test, it's to let Mo write forever.

In half an hour, write 100 copies of Zheng Mohong's selected copybooks, and the font and size must be exactly the same as the original copybooks.

If the two calligraphy pieces can be completely overlapped, it will be considered as passing.

As soon as Mo Yongheng heard this request, his expression became strange.

He has been with the old master of the Mo family since he was a child, and everyone knows that he has a good hand in calligraphy.

Don't say that you write deliberately, but you usually write a good hand.

Zheng Mohong's request is difficult for others, but for him, it is really not difficult.

But if you look at his first level and the second level together, it's really embarrassing!

He had just knocked down a hundred people, and although he was not physically exhausted, his right hand was indeed trembling slightly because of the excessive force.

Now let him take a pen to write, and his calligraphy will definitely be out of shape.

Not to mention a hundred calligraphy, it is difficult for him to meet the requirements of one piece.

"Why, can't you do it?" Zheng Mohong raised the corners of his eyes, and asked thoughtfully: "Eternal Young Master has sweated so much, he should be tired, do you want to rest for a while?" If you really don't want to participate, it's not that you can't, it's just Yeon-yeon......"

"I'll participate!"

Mo Yongheng gritted his teeth and responded.

All for the daughter-in-law.

In Mo Yongheng's heart, calligraphy is the most calm.

He has been with the old master since he was a child, and the old master taught him this, when he is impetuous, he calms down and writes well.

When the words are written, the mood is good.

But he never imagined that one day writing would become an ordeal.

Mo Yongheng held the brush, and as soon as he put down the pen, his hand trembled, and he skimmed out of the sky.

The first sticker is invalid.

He took a deep breath and started all over again.

When the second pen fell, the pen was not biased, and it was written steadily halfway, and the strength was not stable, and the pen was heavy.

The thick ink almost soaked through the paper.

Another one was scrapped.

At this rate, he is afraid that he will not be able to finish writing until tomorrow.

Zheng Mohong looked at it for a while, as if he was tired of it, waved his hand, and told the housekeeper to go upstairs and take down his tea set.

He sat in the living room staring at Mo Yongheng and writing.

lest Mo Yongheng make any more crooked moves.