Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Fu Tonger's calligraphy was inherited from the old man of the Meng family. It can be said that after being picked up by the Meng family, she studied with Meng Ziheng. Later, because of her admiration for Meng Ziheng, the font approached Meng Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally.

For ten years, she has practiced calligraphy for ten years, so that at this moment, she can show everyone that she is strong enough to be the hostess of the Meng family.

In the absence of comparison, it is not easy to write such a calligraphy at the age of sixteen, and the abacus of the old man of the Meng family will come to an end smoothly.

But who would have thought that the children who were killed in the middle of the Bai family would actually acquire a vigorous and powerful handwriting, and they were naturally natural and gifted, and everyone present could clearly see that the level of the two sides was high and low, and the good and the bad were immediately obvious.

Meng Ziheng frowned at Fu Tonger's blunt and incoherent writing, so he could only sigh lightly, and stretched out his hand to hold down the edge of her pen, "The heart is already restless, and it will be futile to continue writing."

If she didn't get distracted and didn't have such a heavy heart, she might be able to compete with the other party, each with their own merits, but the bad thing was that Fu Tong'er was too arrogant and valued the fame and fortune too much. And what Meng Ziheng didn't like was precisely her.

Fu Tong'er stared blankly at the big palm, the warm body temperature, and the ambiguous posture. It was supposed to be a harmonious picture, but the unfinished brush and ink under the paper were too dazzling, which made her look up in panic, as if she could The sarcastic gazes of everyone were caught in the bottom of their eyes.

Humiliation, unwillingness, and all kinds of complicated emotions filled her heart, making her eyes red in an instant.

"Haha, I'm too embarrassed to take out such a pretentious word. If it's really a competition, you're not qualified to be on the same stage with me."

Although everyone present could see the winner or loser, they did not dare to expose it in public like children.

But it is precisely because he is a child and he is gifted that everyone can only say that the child is arrogant and cannot criticize him.

It has to be said that the Bai family made a good chess move and blocked the Meng family with no way out.

"Learning Chinese characters is only about meditation and self-cultivation. Too much emphasis on winning and losing is not necessarily a good thing." The Meng family was slapped in the face in public. As the eldest son and grandson of the Meng family, Meng Ziheng naturally would not stand idly by. The tallest person has the most weight in his words, and it is more appropriate to teach this crazy junior than Mr. Meng.

"You are that genius Mencius?" Bai Wenbo's tender voice was full of arrogance. After confirming Meng Ziheng's identity, he straightened his chest and said directly, "I want to compare to see who can write better. Don't think that I looked down on me when I was young, if you don't agree, you are a narrow-minded person."

Bai Wenbo pressed step by step, and the words he said were even more ruthless. Even now, some people have come back and secretly glanced at Bai Hua, who was silent on the side. Seeing the smile on the other side, This came to my mind.

This child is afraid that he will be used as a gunman, and the mastermind behind it is still Bai Hua.

Meng Ziheng just announced that he had put down the rumors and used an engagement to cover up the scandal. The Bai family came to make trouble, making it clear that they wanted to suppress Meng Ziheng and thus suppress the Meng family behind him.

The so-called one prosperous, one loss all lose.

Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at the little guy in front of him, his face was displeased, and he did not answer immediately. Because whether he wins or loses, he has nothing to gain.

"Hehe, Fu Tong'er is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Meng Ziheng take the shot." A cold voice came from the crowd with a smile.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and when they looked for the sound, they saw a white figure walking back slowly from the crowd. That delicate face shone brightly under the crystal light, shaking people's hearts.

Song Ye.

Meng Ziheng's eyes lit up, and a small smile burst into the corners of his mouth.

Bai Hua was also attracted by this good-looking appearance. After a long while, he reacted, but his eyes narrowed slightly, "Where is the handsome boy from? I think I am familiar with Young Master Meng."

As soon as his voice fell, Old Man Meng's face slammed down.

Song Ye came out at this time, and he couldn't win his favor, because that face would make the rumors just clarified again.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua's words came out, the people present immediately started to discuss.

"Hey, it's a friend of Young Master Meng, you say, is that kind of relationship?"

"I can't say for sure. How can things that don't have a shadow spread so clearly? This young master Meng has never seen a woman since he was a child. Maybe it's just to keep himself clean, maybe it's true to the rumors."

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Song Ye listened to such gossip in twos and threes. She didn't look on her face and replied generously: "I am Ziheng's classmate. I have the honor to study calligraphy for two months under his guidance. It's a bit tricky to show, I don't know if this competition can be counted as my share."

Hearing this, let alone the Bai family, even Fu Tong'er and Old Man Meng were stunned, and they glanced suspiciously on Song Ye's face.

Bai Wenbo's focus is different. Children don't pay much attention to appearance. "Are you a disciple of Mencius?"

Song Ye slumped his face seriously, "That's it."

Mencius twitched the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember when he taught Song Ye calligraphy, and he had a master-disciple relationship.

"Okay, I'll compare with you. If I beat you, Mencius will have to compete with me." Bai Wenbo didn't hesitate, he regarded it as clearing the game, and his ultimate goal was still Mencius.

Song Ye was noncommittal about such conditions, walked to the desk, and spit out two words at Fu Tong'er, "Excuse me."

Fu Tonger's body froze, and she subconsciously looked at Meng Ziheng next to her. She was not better than Bai Wenbo. Is it really necessary to make Song Ye, who only has two months of skill, be embarrassed here?

But Meng Ziheng did not move, he stood quietly behind Song Ye, like a silent pine, escorting the people in front of him.

No matter how unwilling Fu Tong'er is, she can't knock Song Ye down on this occasion.

When the rice paper was covered again, Meng Ziheng personally chose a brush for Song Ye, but the latter picked a big wolf's brush for himself, and the former was startled, "Your calligraphy is in willow style, so it's not suitable to use a brush that is too thick. ." And it's still such a big wolf.

Song Ye, however, was in the presence of the old god, and said quietly, "Then change the font."

What? Meng Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of surprise, "Do you know anything else?"

Song Ye nodded, the wolf brush dipped the ink wide open in the inkstone, and some ink dots splashed out, which did not look very beautiful.

"Tsk, good things are wasted in vain." The literati who were present felt vulgar when they saw this wild attitude.