It is not an exaggeration to say that this is deafening!

These women in the courtyard were more or less poisoned by Zhao Zangzhi's remarks that belittled women's dignity and only valued women's chastity.

It's just that she is good at sophistry, and although the other nobles feel a little uncomfortable in their ears, they can't tell the reason, so they can't say anything wrong.

After listening to it for a long time, some noble women even felt that she was quite reasonable, and they also felt that women who lost their virginity were not allowed to be in the world.

Now listening to Shen Qingluan's unique remarks, I feel that it is refreshing, and it is shocking that I have never had before.

Yes, Zhao Zangzhi's various remarks, aren't they self-contemptive?

If women are not held in such a low esteem, why is it that men are so harsh on women when they are not chaste?

They live together in the Great Zhou, and with such elite soldiers and strong generals guarding them, they should live in peace and tranquility.

Panic all day long, isn't it like those weak women.

Although it was just a few words, everyone felt that some invisible shackles had been broken, and their backs straightened up in an instant.

"Well said!" A stirring of admiration and appreciation rang out.

The crowd withdrew from the raging heat that could not be calmed down, and looked over to the place where the sound was made.

But I saw two men coming one after the other.

One person's face is like a crown of jade, clear and beautiful, and one person's popularity is lofty, but it is a long scar across the entire face.

It is Jun Chengsong and today's host Chen Xuan.

Facing Shen Qingluan's angry eyes, Jun Chengsong couldn't help but stop.

Chen Xuan didn't have any worries, and walked straight in front of everyone, his eyes full of indescribable pleasure and appreciation.

"What Miss Shen said is that when we are fighting outside, what we want to see most is that the people behind us are living happily!

Besides, what does it matter about a woman's chastity, there are many people who remarry after their husbands die, and those who marry three or four times.

If a man dislikes it, the big guy will only laugh at him for being cowardly, and will never talk about a woman's chastity. Although Miss Shen is a noble girl in Kyoto, her spirit and mind are admirable. ”

Shen Qingluan looked at him sideways.

Although she and Chen Xuan had a conflict in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion before, it was only caused by their positions.

Chen Xuan is informal, and Shen Qingluan doesn't hate such people.

Her eyes were calm and peaceful, with a hint of what you know and what I know, and a little gratitude for her generosity to the people who came.

It burned Chen Xuan, and a warm current spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs.

The scar on his face was hideous and terrifying, and all the women who saw it resisted and disliked it.

Only Shen Qingluan, the first time they met, in the Shen family, she calmly taught the disrespectful maid to her with her own hand.

The second time they met, in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, she sheltered the entire mansion by herself in the midst of the war and chaos, and her wisdom and courage were the only ones Chen Xuan had seen in his life.

And this time, he really understood what Shen Qingluan's actions in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion were for.

This woman does not let others despise herself, and she herself will never look down on a person because of her physical defects or low status.

So she will not show her disgust because of Chen Xuan's scar, nor will she let the people of Yifu become victims for self-preservation.

"It is said that poetry is morality, Chen Xuan is not talented, and he dares to ask Miss Shen to write poetry."

Today is the poetry meeting, and Chen Xuan's request is reasonable.

It's just that those who are familiar with him are all surprised.

Chen Xuan is a big old man, but he can't even lift the pen, where can he be wet or dry?

Shen Qingluan didn't know the inside story, and he didn't shirk when he heard the words, and slowly paced to the table.

Everyone retreated, not daring to fight with her.

Only Zhao Zangzhi stubbornly stood in place and refused to back down, confronting her menacingly across the table.

What is the benefit of the tongue!

Although she is not as eloquent as Shen Qingluan, her poetry is sharpened day and night.

She didn't believe that Shen Qingluan could beat her at this point!

Sure enough, seeing that Shen Qingluan had chosen a thick wolf pen, Zhao Zangzhi was sure in his heart, and he puffed up his chest again, just waiting for Shen Qingluan to show his cowardice in front of her.

Women's strength is not as strong as men's, and they can't exert the momentum of a wolf's thunderous pen at all.

Shen Qingluan used this pen, either she didn't know calligraphy at all and made this kind of mistake without common sense.

Either she was touted by everyone and was overly proud, thinking that her pen and wrist strength surpassed that of men.

Whatever the reason, the result will only be one.

Shen Qingluan is destined to make a fool of himself!

Zhao Zangzhi took a deep breath and waited to see Shen Qingluan's joke.

Shen Qingluan held the pen in front of him, touched the index finger and thumb of his left hand, and swiped a few strands of filament at the end of the pen.

Immediately, he dipped a thick ink on the inkstone, bowed down, and focused on the white paper.

His black hair was thicker than ink, and he fell from his shoulders and hung down on his chest.

Green shirt, white skin, red lips, black hair, living color and extreme beauty.

It was quieter, except for the rustle of the wind through the leaves, and the occasional breath.

Zhao Zangzhi's heart was so sour that he seemed to be soaked in apricot juice, and thought sourly, he was really pretending, silver-like pewter gun head, and the surface was light!

She angrily ripped her eyes away from Shen Qingluan's face and moved with difficulty to the white paper that should have been the center of her line of sight.

Seeing this, I suddenly choked up in one breath, and I couldn't go up or down.

Shen Qingluan's pen walked the dragon and snake, as if he was careless, but there was thunder in his hands.

The soft tip of the pen swiped across the paper, and the handwriting was slow and vigorous, as if the breath of a golden iron horse was rushing out from the white paper and blacks.

Zhao Zangzhi asked himself that his pen power was already extraordinary, and his handwriting was powerful among women.

can be compared with Shen Qingluan's majestic words, it is like a young child playing and showing off in front of adults, immature and funny.

Zhao Zangzhi is not a blind and arrogant person.

It is precisely because she also knows shame, and the two handwritings with extremely obvious contrasts are placed in front of her, like a slap the size of a fan, which makes her eyes appear bright and dizzy.

How so?

How could Shen Qingluan have such a talent.

When she scratched her heart and liver and was stunned, Shen Qingluan took the last stroke.

Pick up the pen cleanly and take a casual look at your work.

The crowd also gathered silently around the painting, silent for a while.

After a while, Chen Xuan couldn't help but applaud.

"Good word! Although I don't know how to write and ink, I can also see this character, and I'm afraid that even men can't write it. ”

Chen Xuan walked to the desk, looked at the words on the paper and read slowly:

"A man will insult himself, and the future will insult him." A man will respect himself, and those who come after him will be heavy. Did I mispronounce it? ”

Chen Xuan raised his head and looked at Shen Qingluan with a slight inquiry.

His eyes flashed with curiosity and shyness, which was in great contrast to his upright and brave temperament.

Shen Qingluan's eyes couldn't help but shed a hint of a smile, and he nodded and said gently: "It's word for word." ”

Her gentleness is different from the disguise disguised by Zhao Zangzhi, which makes people feel like a spring breeze from the inside out.

Chen Xuan's expression became even more eager, and the fingers hidden behind his back pinched unconsciously.