Su Xiyun sneered, the handwriting was not from her, so she wouldn't admit it stupidly.

"Grandmother, this is not a poem I wrote." Su Xiyun said categorically.

Old Mrs. Su's gushing came to an abrupt end. Then she said angrily: "This is not your handwriting, whose handwriting?" Whoever writes in the house has your ugly handwriting! Do you still dare not admit it, and you have to punish you before you confess? As he spoke, he asked his grandmother to come forward and teach him a lesson. But see

I saw Su Xiyun unhurriedly said: "Grandmother, in fact, there is one thing you don't know, my granddaughter has been practicing calligraphy for a while, and the words she writes are not so ugly for a long time." Moreover, this is not the word I wrote! ”

Everyone knows that the third lady of Cheng'an Bofu does not like to write and read since she was a child, and she is the worst among all the sisters.

Everyone looked at Su Xiyun suspiciously, thinking about whether what she said was true or false, only Su Daiyun, she sneered in her heart: Su Xiyun, the most difficult thing for a person to change is the handwriting, the words on this paper are exactly the same as your handwriting, I spent so much silver to get this paper, you don't want to escape today!

Mrs. Su sneered and said, "Mama Zhang, go get pen and ink, I want to see what kind of peerless good words our third lady can practice!" ”

Mama Zhang went in response, and in a moment she took the four treasures of the study, and Mrs. Su said coldly: "Go and write!" I'd like to see what you say! ”

Su Xiyun answered yes unhurriedly, then calmly walked to the bookcase, pondered carefully, and began to write.

Su Qianyun had already seen Su Xiyun's good handwriting in the nunnery, and she was not worried at the moment. But others are different, some are completely lively, and some are curious, but no one believes that Su Xiyun can write a good hand.

Among them, the one who doesn't believe Su Xiyun the most is Mrs. Su, she didn't like Su Xiyun's granddaughter back then, completely because Su Xiyun was lazy by nature, didn't like to write and read, and never touched it when she practiced piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was the least talented of all granddaughters.

Of course, there are also special ones, such as Su Daiyun, she is also a master of writing, she is deeply composed, and she can see at a glance that Su Xiyun is a practitioner in this regard, and it is by no means as simple as she thought it was a straw bag, and in an instant, her face changed.

Su Xiyun wrote very quickly, except for the beginning of the contemplation, the rest of the time she was like the wind, she wrote a full page in a moment, then put the pen aside, waited for the ink to dry, and handed it to Mama Zhang on the side.

When the piece of paper was presented to Mrs. Su, her expression was still a little disdainful, but when she saw the neat rope head on it, and the handwriting was beautiful, the whole person was stunned, she was also from everyone, and she could naturally see that the words on it could not be practiced overnight.

Naturally, Mrs. Su immediately knew that the love poem was definitely not written by Su Xiyun. She looked at Su Daiyun sitting beside her suspiciously, the love poem was given to her by Su Daiyun.

When Su Daiyun saw Mrs. Su's eyes, she suddenly stood up, took the paper in the old lady's hand, and said: "I don't believe it, what good words can the third sister practice in such a short period of time!" ”

Before she could finish speaking, she was stunned, for she saw that the handwriting on the paper was much better than she did not know.