"Miss Shen, can you give me this handwriting?"

It's so blunt that it's close to piping hot.

It was as if there was a hot breath mixed with these words, and it pounced on Shen Qingluan's face, burning her involuntarily.

Today's meeting, although it is a poetry meeting, is just a special theme for men and women to look at each other.

On top of this kind of poetry meeting, asking for a gift of ink treasure of the opposite sex, its meaning is about to come out.

If she was an ordinary woman, this incident would naturally be just an anecdote, but she had just divorced.

If he hadn't known that this person had no malicious intent, Shen Qingluan would definitely have doubted Mrs. Zhongqinbo's intention in inviting her to the banquet.

This person's recklessness, among the people Shen Qingluan knew, only Jun Chengsong could compete with one of them.

Since ancient times, Xiucai was afraid of encountering soldiers, and Shen Qingluan was afraid of these martial artists.

Quietly retracting his gaze, and was about to find an excuse to refuse, he heard a low, moody voice sound.

"Such a good word should be hung in the high hall, how can you enjoy it alone."

Shen Qingluan heard the prestige, and Jun Chengsong came slowly.

He was tall and handsome, but his temperament was cold, and when he stepped in, he was like a long knife with a blade, which made people dare not look at him.

The crowd was forced to move out of the way and let him drive straight in.

Shen Qingluan frowned secretly.

This man wouldn't be talking nonsense.

Chen Xuan didn't understand the undercurrent surging between the two, and said with a grin: "Hanging in the high hall? When will Hou Ye say this kind of Wen Zou Zou?

In the past, the military advisor asked you to read a few books, and you said that the person you hated the most was the reader, and if anyone forced you to read again, you would cut off his head and sit on a stool. ”

Jun Chengsong: ......

His steps were faintly chaotic for a moment, and he glared at Chen Xuan angrily, "What nonsense, what I respect most is a scholar." ”

I don't know who I was talking about, but I added, "I've been reading a lot of books lately." ”

Shen Qingluan twisted his head indescribably, but his heart moved slightly.

Chen Xuan's reckless words, although they are eager admiration, falling on ordinary women will only attract greetings and jokes.

But Shen Qingluan has just reconciled now, and it is on the cusp of the storm, if she provokes the love of a man again, no matter how she reacts, her reputation will be damaged.

Now that Jun Chengsong has made such a mistake, everyone has left Fang Cai Chen's overtures behind.

Shen Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, and Mrs. Zhongqinbo, who heard the news, came over with a group of ladies.

"I heard that there are two female champions at my banquet today, who have both good words and good poems?"

Chen Fang tugged on Mrs. Zhongqinbo's arm, her eyes full of admiration.

"Sister Shen's painting is really good, can my mother open her mouth and let Sister Shen give me this painting?"

Mrs. Zhongqinbo nodded her forehead narrowly, "You, you can't see good things when you're young, you don't say anything about it, and you are used to usurping your brother to stand up for you." ”

In a few steps, Mrs. Zhongqinbo walked in front of Shen Qingluan, quietly squeezed Chen Xuan, who was originally a little close, and bent down to pick up the calligraphy and painting written by Shen Qingluan.

"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. It's really a good word, a good sentence.

The power of swallowing mountains and rivers is the only thing I have seen in my life, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such words came from a woman's hand. ”

Mrs. Zhongqinbo's eyes were full of admiration and appreciation: "Although my two children are rude to beg, they really like it too much.

In this way, I can only be cheeky and ask Qingluan for a gift. ”

Her words seemed to be a joke, but in fact, she disguised Chen Xuan's reckless behavior of asking for words as loving her sister and asking for her sister.

In this way, the last hint of danger is extinguished.

She had a good intention, how could Shen Qingluan not accept it.

Previously, in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, no matter what she intended, Mrs. Zhongqinbo's generosity helped her a lot.

Coupled with today's events, after and after, Mrs. Zhongqinbo has helped her a lot.

"Madame appreciates, how dare Qingluan refuse."

Mrs. Zhongqinbo grinned widely, and her whole face was toothless and blind:

"Good, good! And I had a soft cloth with gold thread inlaid with it framed, and I hung it in the main hall of the Uncle's house. ”

Zhao Zangzhi stood in the crowd with his fists clenched, but as if he was standing in front of a stinky ditch, the cold wind was blowing all over his body, and the whole person was even more embarrassed.

She thought that Mrs. Zhongqinbo said good poems and good words, and the good poems would be her.

That's the way it should be, isn't it?

After all, she is the concubine of the Zhao family, and her poem is definitely the best among the nobles on the scene.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhongqinbo only had Shen Qingluan in her eyes.

A woman like her, with her reputation as flesh and blood, can't stand being pressed by others among women.

Neglecting her and looking down on her talent is more uncomfortable than taking her life.

Chen Fang, who was on the other side, got Shen Qingluan's words, and impatiently took the words with both hands, and said with a smile:

"Mother, leave this kind of thing to me to do with the framing and painting, I also want to write this good hand."

Zhao Zangzhi scolded in his heart.

Fool who has no eyesight, what is so good about Shen Qingluan's words, like a man's words.

No, even more powerful than a man's words.

But doesn't she know that women are already weak and beautiful, and if they are too strong and resolute, no man will like them at all!

Chen Fang deliberately went to learn Shen Qingluan, so he was not afraid that he would be disliked by men in the future and never be able to marry again?

As if hearing the resentment and scolding in her heart, Mrs. Zhongqinbo smiled and said:

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, if you can understand the meaning of this sentence written by Qingluan, you will cherish yourself in the future, instead of taking care of yourself as a woman, and you won't be my daughter for nothing."

These words turned into a slap and slapped Zhao Zangzhi's face, which was already flushed with incomparably stinging pain.

Self-light? Say her?

Chen Fang sneered and covered her lips, "My daughter knows that compared to the beauty of her hands like soft wattles and skin like clotted fat, my daughter is more willing to have a resolute and arrogant spirit like Sister Shen and live happily, so as to live up to her mother's cherishing of me." ”

The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled, falling under Zhao Zangzhi's eyes, and a monstrous anger was set off in his chest.

"Okay, well, I've seen it, this is the hospitality of Zhongqin Bofu."

Zhao Zangzhi supported his back and encouraged him to maintain the face of the few noblewomen left, "There is no first martial arts and no second, and whether you write well or not is just a matter of willingness."

Miss Chen's undisguised disparagement of my poetry is because she thinks that she has the best talent, and the words of the family represent fairness and objectivity? ”

Chen Fang choked.

What she said just now is really unreasonable.