"Poetry and books are both unique, and he is witty. Sister Mingsu's husband is really good. Lin Bingqing smiled and looked left and right, no longer worried.

"Uh-huh." Wu Wanjun nodded again and again, stared at Han Fu, who was talking and laughing freely, and said sincerely: "I envy Sister Mingsu." ”

"Then you will be a concubine." Gu Huachao laughed, causing Wu Wanjun to roll her eyes.

In the right scene, the three of them have been worried, but at this moment, Zhao Ziqian's treacherous plan was punctured by Han Fu's words, and they failed to succeed, and the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Wanjun turned her head and saw Wang Luohe's depressed expression, and couldn't help but say: "Someone has been gloating, and now I'm afraid I'm disappointed." ”

Wang Luohe stared at him, didn't speak, and made a coquettish sound from his nose.

"Hmph."

Lu Zhiyu has been frowning for a long time, and a certain question has been lingering in his mind.

Han Fu was able to come to the Lotus Garden Cultural Club because she asked her brother Lu Ziyuan to get an invitation.

Today, Zhao Ziqian took the opportunity to make trouble, obviously planning for a long time.

As a result, as the person who sent the post, her suspicion is difficult to clear.

However, Lu Zhiyu has nothing to do with today's filthiness, she is just amazed by Han Fu's poetry and seeks a side.

Taken advantage of... Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyu stroked his forehead with his hand, and suddenly felt anger surge, and a wave of dizziness hit.

"It's not good, she's going to come out..."Lu Zhiyu was startled, and quickly turned around to leave, looking hurried.

Han Fu stood tall as a pine, smiled indifferently, ignored Zhao Ziqian's blue face, and said to Wen Qingjuan: "If you want to borrow pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, please also ask Wen Lao to complete it." ”

At this moment, the truth is revealed, and it seems redundant to defend again, rather than emphasizing the attribution of the poem, it is better to fall into the well.

In danger and in danger, calmly and unhurriedly to solve the dilemma, Wen Qingjuan paid more and more attention to Han Fu.

At a young age, he has such scheming methods, if he is not a son-in-law, his future achievements are immeasurable.

Of course, Wen Qingjuan did not despise Han Fu because of his status as a son-in-law, and today's events were enough for him to treat him squarely.

Hearing Han Fu's words, Wen Qingjuan nodded briskly, then ordered left and right, and said, "Go quickly." ”

Left and right obeyed the order and left and left quickly, Wen Qing looked at Zhao Ziqian, his eyes were gloomy.

Today's cultural meeting, although it started not long ago, was destroyed by Zhao Ziqian.

Later, when the dust settles, it will certainly not be able to continue.

Therefore, even if he knew that Han Fu had no good intentions and was not a good word, he readily agreed.

Instead of ending the scene with indignation, it is better to take a look at Han Fu's handwriting of the novel font, which can be regarded as a comfort.

"Zhao Wenhao's injury is fine, and it's not too late to get the word and leave." Wen Qingjuan said in a deep voice.

Zhao Ziqian's idea of leaving this place quickly was shattered, and he stood cramped and uneasy, his eyes full of horror for a long time.

At this moment, every gaze that fell on his body made him nervous, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The three great Confucians sat silently, looking at Han Fu from time to time, with appreciation in their eyes.

There are all kinds of scheming and courage, which is really staggering.

Such a young talent is rare in the world.

"Dare to invite the Great Confucian." A literati suddenly stepped forward and said: "Han Fu's words have been praised by Confucianism, and they must be unique. Student Mao Jiangping, a member of the book club, especially loves calligraphy, has long been itching, and implores the great Confucian to be perfected and let the students have a look. ”

As soon as the words fell, many literati looked at Qian Yu with longing on their faces.

"How's that going to work?" The manuscript was in Qian Yu's hand, he suddenly glared and said, "The manuscript is not the old man's thing, how can he make his own decisions?" And there are a large number of people, and they are accidentally destroyed when they are circulated, who is to blame? ”

After that, the more Qian bowed his head and appreciated the words, he was content.

Mao Jiangping was speechless for a moment, knowing that Qian Yue was more reluctant to show it.

Although he is a scoundrel, he is also reasonable, and he has nothing to do.

Many literati were speechless and had no choice but to look at the owner of the manuscript.

Han Fu smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll give you the word Zhao Wenhao later, you can read it to your heart's content." ”

Everyone was helpless, so they had to nod in response.

After another moment, the Wen family attendants went and returned, followed by the rest of the attendants.

One person holds a pen holder, one person holds an inkstone in his hand, and four people raise the case, a total of six people, trotting all the way, in a hurry.

When you get close, set up the table and lay the paper, pour water and ink, and do it in one go.

is worthy of a wealthy family, and the quality of the attendants is far from being comparable to other people... Han Fu secretly exclaimed.

"Master, Moyan is ready." The ink attendant bowed down to report.

"Hmm." Wen Qingjuan nodded, then got up and said with a smile: "Han boy, hurry up and start writing, let the old man see and understand." ”

A Han boy made many literati envious.

seems rude, but it is actually close, and it is the affirmation of the elders of the Wen family.

Qian Yu and the three of them also got up one after another, gathered around the table, waiting for Han Fu to write.

Han Fu was calm and comfortable, took off a brush of moderate size, dipped it in ink and concentrated, and then took the pen and wrote, and waved it.

Putting down the brush, Han Fu smiled and said: "The juniors are not talented, so the seniors are smiling." ”

Wen Qingjuan and the four of them gathered around the table, and others didn't dare to step forward, so they had to stretch their necks, but it was difficult to see them.

At this time, the four of them looked at it intently, and twisted their eyebrows in confusion.

"Words are good words, and they are no different from those above the script."

But what do these seven words mean? The old man didn't know. ”

"It's weird, it's weird, the old man has read countless papers in his life, but he has never read this passage."

"The old man called him a Confucian in vain, but he didn't know what he meant."

"The first four words can be barely understood, but the last three words are really in the clouds."

The four of them looked at each other with blank eyes.

And on the paper, there are seven big characters written impressively.

'Don't shake Bilian, knock on the wow (c

m）’

Qian Yu said: "It seems that I have to consult Han Xiaoyou." ”

Sun Anmin shook his head and said, "Don't worry, there are many talents here, let's test them first." ”

Xu Shi nodded and said happily: "Good." ”

Sun Anmin turned around and smiled: "Wait and come forward, take a closer look." ”

Many literati were overjoyed and stepped forward one after another.

However, not all, there are also some literati, not near, nor retired.

And most of these literati are people who are suitable to help Zhao Ziqian, and a few are people who criticize and ridicule Han Fu.

They are like a fish in their throats, but compared to Zhao Ziqian, they are only a small thing.

The two attendants of the Wen family stepped forward, pinched each side, and spread the paper horizontally, and the handwriting faced many literati.

Everyone looked at it and was stunned for a moment.

Qian Yu said: "Who knows the original meaning of what is written on paper? ”

No one responded, apparently no one knew.

Looking at the beard again, everyone looked confused and began to talk in a low voice.

"The font structure is unique, unseen and unheard of, and the shape is beautiful. No wonder it can be praised by Confucianism. ”

"It's in a class of its own, it's really a school of its own..."

"If you don't shake the green lotus, do you mean don't shake the green lotus? What does it mean? ”

"Knock wow, knock wow, knock wow... What the hell does that mean? ”

In the crowd, Wu Zi frantically sealed with his hands.

Liu Shilin and Tong Le have a good relationship with him, and they have formed a tacit understanding, and they all understand his gestures.

"Good words, good words, over time, he must be a calligrapher, why, why did he get into the redundancy, my heart hurts."