After the old man commented on the word "longevity", he turned his head to look at Wang Quanquan.

"Little brother, you brought this letter, I don't know who made it?"

Fan Jingcheng was very curious about who could make Zhou Hongfei entrust his "lifeline" and use it on a cheap piece of paper.

Wang Quanquan didn't know that the ink was so expensive, and the rest of the ink strips were carved and lacquered gold and put them in a delicate wooden box, but this one was bare, so he didn't like to talk, so he casually found a newspaper and stuffed it in the corner of the box.

The other party spoke highly of his own words, and Wang Quanquan did not admit that he wrote it, so he said nonsense:

"This word was picked up by the younger generation from the thrift market by chance, and it was brought when I saw the framing and festive, and it coincided with the birthday of the head of the Nangong family."

Fan Jingcheng said when he heard this:

"I didn't expect that there were such calligraphers in the capital, it seems that I am lonely and unheard."

Wang Quanquan squeezed out a stiff smile, he never felt how good his words were, and even in his impression, he was criticized as if he had been criticized as a dog.

At that time, he had just become a stupid prince, and he followed Liu Jianbai to read and write, and he was often scolded for writing too badly.

He is a cultivator, with rough skin and thick flesh, and he does not feel pain or itch after a few hits, and he has never taken it seriously.

Later, he served as the crown prince's supervisor, and he reviewed and reviewed the recitals every day, and his eyes were all the ink treasures of the important ministers of the court.

Regardless of whether they are loyal or treacherous, at least they were all on the list of true talents and learning, and writing is the foundation of the foundation.

Although Wang Quanquan's review of the recital was only a short sentence, it was really a bit of an eyesore when it was placed in the regular script of the official staff, so he practiced calligraphy seriously for a while.

Later, he became an emperor, and under the influence of cultivation, there was more fairy spirit between the lines, and many officials were surprised and imitated it privately, but they never understood it.

For a period of time, the paper basket in the imperial study was cleaned up very diligently, and Wang Quanquan went out on patrol in micro-service, and actually saw the waste paper he practiced calligraphy on the stall in the capital, and the asking price was quite exaggerated.

In the following hundreds of years of practice, he would write and write for his own amusement when he had nothing to do, although he was not very diligent, but his pen skills were invisibly refined, and in the eyes of mortals whose life was short, it was already quite remarkable.

Of course, he doesn't remember these himself, and the most profound thing in his subconscious is Liu Gelao's "mud can't support the wall" and "rotten wood can't be carved".

……

The kung fu of the hair, the protagonist of this birthday banquet has appeared.

An old lady who looked quite dignified appeared in the center of the banquet dressed in red, her hair was already completely white, but her spirit did not decline in the slightest, but her body exuded a kind of ability that even young people could not match.

Seeing the noble old lady, everyone stepped forward to congratulate them, Song Hao and these juniors didn't even have the qualifications to get close, only Chu Yan, who had a good status, got into the crowd with a hippie smile and said a very auspicious word.

"How's that, isn't it?" Song Hao asked suddenly.

Wang Quanquan knew what he meant, and said expressionlessly:

"Stop it."

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but your kid has grown up and can actually get Mr. Zhou's paintings."

"It's a long story, I know his granddaughter, and I can be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

Song Hao smiled when he heard this:

"I said that I can't even look down on the county lord, and the co-author is a sweetheart."

"We're just pure friendship."

"Coincidentally, your sister-in-law and I were just pure friendship back then."

As Song Hao spoke, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something, and his face darkened.

Wang Quanquan followed the other party's line of sight, and saw a handsome man with a white face talking to a woman.

That woman was not someone else, it was Song Hao's wife Nangong Wen.

Wang Quanquan immediately understood, and whispered:

"Rivals?"

The man nodded.

"In broad daylight, on your land, this is too much to see..."

Wang Quanquan couldn't help but feel sorry for his cousin, and before he finished speaking, he listened to the other party's leisurely words:

"I dug the foot of his wall back then."

Wang Quanquan's expression froze, and then he gave a thumbs up and said:

"My cousin is only a shallow learner, so I only give it to my cousin with the word 'awesome'."

Song Hao was too lazy to talk to him, so he changed his smile and greeted him and said:

"Bai Ze, long time no see, you've come back from abroad?"

The young man turned his head and said with a calm smile:

"I just came back a few days ago, and when I heard about the old lady's birthday, I came over with a thin gift to congratulate me."

The thin gift in his mouth is not thin at all, Nangong has always had business dealings with the Bai family, and Bai Ze has still not given up on Nangong Wen over the years, so he has prepared the birthday gift very carefully.

Wang Quanquan looked at the two men and smiled without smiling and greeting, and couldn't help touching his chin and muttering to himself:

"From the current situation, it seems that my cousin has fallen behind."

"Indeed, no matter how the other party looks, bearing, or identity, he has to suppress Song Hao, it depends on their congratulatory gifts."

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan turned his head and said in confusion:

"Lord Chu Yan, why don't you go and join in the fun, what are you doing here with me?"

"I had been entertaining for half an hour just now, and my face was stiff, and it was really boring to get together with those family members."

"The county lord is not afraid of being heard?"

"What about that? They are bent on scolding me, and it is estimated that even if they are beaten and scolded, they will greet me with a smile. ”

The woman seems to have changed as a person, and compared to the ladies who knew the etiquette just now, it is now more in line with what a young girl of this age should look like.

Wang Quanquan picked up the red wine handed by the waiter, tasted it, and heard Chu Yan say with a little excitement:

"Look, there's a lot of fun."

Wang Quanquan raised his head, his cousin had already confronted the young man, and there seemed to be an invisible battlefield between the two, and the smell of gunpowder could be smelled from afar.

Song Hao smiled and said:

"Bai Ze, since you've already congratulated you, let's go back early."

"The etiquette is not complete, how can you quit halfway, is it not from a family, and I don't even know this truth?"

"Heh, in the end, you are just an outsider, why do you need to be comprehensive, rest assured, I am here. It's dark and the road is slippery, so be careful when you drive alone. ”

In peacetime, no one dared to let the future successor of the Bai family not come down in public, but Song Hao didn't eat this set, and he spoke ruthlessly, and he also deliberately emphasized "one person", which made Bai Ze, who has been single since graduation, twitch his cheeks.

Why is he single, not hurt by this bastard?

Many people stopped their movements to look at the two fighting methods, and a young man who came with Bai Ze couldn't stand it, and interjected:

"Song Hao, you're just a son-in-law, what are you rampant?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere immediately became a little strange, and some people couldn't help but sneer or even ridicule them.

This ridicule is not only to Song Hao, but also to Bai Ze, and at the same time to the Nangong family.

Most of the guests at the meeting are dragons and phoenixes, and they have long lived into human spirits, and they are harmonious on the surface, but secretly they have been competing.

But even if they don't deal with it, they won't tear their faces in public, let alone expose people's scars.

The young man's words not only made Song Hao's face gloomy, but even the face of the Nangong family was a little unbearable, Bai Ze did not take advantage of the topic, but turned his head to the young man and scolded:

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

Then he saluted the old lady in the distance and said:

"The younger brother is not sensible, let the head of the Nangong family see the joke."

The old lady did not blame, and said with a smile:

"Don't get in the way, young people are strong-blooded, it's inevitable, it's not too early, let's start the table."

…… (End of chapter)