The people sitting on horseback were half a head taller than the people watching the excitement around them, and the onlookers made way for the neighbors to get out of the way.

Mu Wu neatly turned over and dismounted, holding the reins and walking towards the mansion.

She was wearing a plain dress, dusty, beautiful and delicate face with beads of sweat in the sun, crystal clear, like the clearest gems, the corners of her lips pouted with a gentle smile, which made people feel close.

The girls who were concentrating on peeking at Chen Shilang all shifted their eyes to Mu Yu.

She is like a young man who came out of a painting, Yunwen Yunwu, chic and hearty, very charming.

It was the elderly woman who couldn't help but look at her a few more times, at first glance it seemed to be a beautiful young man, but after a closer look, the young man was actually a beautiful girl, and his unique demeanor made people admire, and it was difficult to open his eyes.

"Mu Wu?!"

"Miss Mu?!"

"How is that possible?"

The sound of gasping came and went, and someone rubbed his eyes vigorously, pointing at Mu Wu in disbelief, "She is the first annoying person in Wancheng?" ”

Mu Wu walked through the crowd and came to the snow-white wall full of words, carefully appreciated the calligraphy, and praised: "You have the essence of Yan Ti, throughout the whole calligraphy, in one go, the words belong to each other, the tiger is vigorous, strong and open-minded, straight to express the chest, the words are full of indignation, and there is Kunpeng wings, smiling proud of the world's self-confidence, you write a good hand!" ”

She is actually his bosom friend?

Counting the entire Wancheng scholars, no one can see through his mind with a piece of calligraphy.

She is still the same woman who can't wait to wear all the gold and silver on her body, smears a thick fat powder all day long and can't see her skin color, and quarrels with others with a miserable white face on top of the fat powder, and has a violent temperament?

Wash off the fat powder that makes people dare not look at it directly, she is a stunning!

Her skin is not as fair and delicate as the ladies raised in the boudoir, with a healthy luster, combined with her heroic body, showing the beauty of androgynous.

There is both the chic of a teenager and the charm unique to girls.

Chen Shilang's heart beat fast all of a sudden, and he hurriedly looked away, afraid of being seen through by Mu Wu's transparent eyes.

"With your age, this is really rare in the world, I didn't think that Wancheng would have such a genius as you, calligraphy." Mu Wu admired and admired, "Wancheng really hides the dragon and the crouching tiger, and the people are outstanding and spiritual, and they are all the best in the world." ”

"Miss Mu, you are two years younger than me......"

She made Chen Shilang particularly uncomfortable with the gaze of her juniors, and Chen Shilang completely forgot that she had never called her Miss Mu before.

Mu Wu pretended to continue appreciating calligraphy, and she always forgot that she was only a thirteen-year-old girl at this time.

Jingyuan's housekeeper rushed straight over, and he was followed by several sturdy men dressed as housekeepers with sticks:

"How dare the stinky boy insult our young lady? Chen Shilang, don't you want to stay in Wancheng anymore? I'm going to break your other arm today! Completely cut off your road to the imperial examination. ”

"Hit, kill and wound and count it as mine."

Hearing the shouting of the steward, the family is also walking sideways in Wancheng, and he is still afraid of a poor disciple Chen Shilang?

They bully and dominate the market outside, and there is always the Yong'an Hou Mansion to clean up the aftermath for them.

Chen Shilang is a scholar, not powerless, but not the opponent of the brutal family, the sudden attack of the chaotic stick, even if he has the intention to dodge, but he is clumsy and really can't dodge.

Closing his eyes, Chen Shilang was ready to bear the rod wound.

Bang bang, the stick fell to the ground, and Chen Shilang heard the wail of the family.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Yu standing in front of him, the stick the thickness of the baby's arm broken in half, and the broken place was covered with white stubble, just like the hearts of the neighbors who watched the lively scene.

Mu Yu stroked her sleeve and smiled at Chen Shilang, "I won't let this group of people ruin your writing hand." ”

Chen Shilang: "......"

He wasn't grateful to Mu Wu at all!

Mu Wu looked at his hands more eagerly than at his gaze, as if his hands were rare treasures.

Mu Wu couldn't detect Chen Shilang's complicated thoughts, and said to the family who fell to the ground: "You are committing a crime, do you know?" You almost deprived future generations of calligraphy worth 10,000 gold. ”

"Miss, Miss, we are angry for you, Chen Shilang wrote a poem to scold you!"

The housekeeper's cross-eyed eyes almost gathered together, Mu Wu suddenly disappeared, he panicked, Mu Wu suddenly came back and her image changed greatly, the housekeeper didn't have time to test urgently, as if he was angry for Miss in the past, but he was beaten by Miss.

The injuries of the family who fell to the ground were not light.

Mu Wu broke the stick with a light punch.

The housekeeper slapped his head suddenly, and suddenly said, "I forgot, the young lady is not very literate...... Chen Shilang, a stinky boy, wrote that thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty! ”

Chen Shilang pulled the corners of his mouth, and squinted at the complaining housekeeper Wang, Mu Wu is illiterate?

Originally, he believed that Mu Wu was illiterate.

Today, Mu Wu said Yan Ti, told the essence of Yan Ti, can she be illiterate? !

If she is illiterate, he is an illiterate person who has not read.

"It's better to bully the pulsatilla than to bully the poor youth!" Mu Wu looked at the calligraphy on the wall again, "If you write well and write better, the young man should be ambitious!" ”

Chen Shilang spoke: "A few days ago, you were going to withdraw from your marriage, and you have been humiliating my parents. ”

The confidence was slightly insufficient, Chen Shilang put his heart sideways, "Becoming a parent is a good marriage with two surnames, you don't look down on my Chen family, and the marriage contract will be stopped." ”

"The token has been returned, and from now on the marriage of men and women has nothing to do with it!"

Chen Shilang walked to the wall and raised his hand to erase the calligraphy that had not completely dried.

The black letters, the snow-white walls, and the golden sunlight make this calligraphy seem to glow.

The pen is affectionate, this is a masterpiece!

"It doesn't have to be erased." Mu Wu's laughter was crisp and pleasant, "In the future, when Chen Shilang becomes famous, the value of this mansion will increase several times." ”

"Miss...... He's scolding you. Steward Wang said hoarsely, "His success proves that you have no eyes?" ”

Mu Wu pondered for a moment, and just when Chen Shilang and the others thought that she would change her mind, she spoke: "Borrow pen and ink." ”

Chen Shilang hesitated for a moment, and handed the perennial brush to Mu Wu.

Mu Wu paced to another snow-white wall, hanging in the air and raising her arms, her wrists were steady, her pen was like flying, the dragon and snake were racing, and the iron painted silver hooks, and each stroke seemed to be about to fly from the wall.

After a while, she stopped the brush, nodded with satisfaction, and threw the brush back to Chen Shilang, "Go back to the house, close the door!" ”

Walking into the Jingyuan slowly, Mu Wu took the door of the mansion with her hand, and the door of the mansion with black inlaid bowls and large rivets isolated outsiders from being surprised, or fascinated, or overwhelmed.

Literate scholars read it out: "Li Du's poems have been passed down through the ages, and they are no longer fresh, and there are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years." ”

Good poetry, good poetry.

It is easy to understand, even an illiterate woman can feel a surge of blood.

Most of the unmarried girls were holding their chests, their eyes were full of spring, and Ai Ai looked at the gate of Jingyuan.

"With a word, heroes don't ask where they come from, they are ambitious and not afraid of their youth, you have Lingyunzhi, why bother to make it difficult for weak women. Settle down - persuade you to go to school. ”