These bursts of laughter seemed to tear apart the harmony of the banquet, intruding in unexpectedly.
Everyone looked back and saw a large group of men in white robes coming in at the gate, and their hearts trembled.
The one who comes is not good.
Even after quitting the Yaoshi lineage, the Bai family still likes to wear white robes to show off to others, as if it is an advertising trademark, for fear that others will not know their ostentation.
From the information Song Ye learned, this branch of the Bai family that broke into the antique world and stirred up troubles was the second relatively large force after Bai Dechang. At that time, Song Ye acquired the Bai family's properties and also After competing with the opponent for a while, it turned out that there was a huge disparity in strength and the opponent could not get any benefits, so he turned to the antique world.
It can be said that this side branch was forced away by Song Ye, but turned around and bit the Meng family, causing disaster to Meng Ziheng.
"Haha, Mr. Meng won't mind if you come uninvited, right? If you do, Bai will turn around and leave immediately." The head of the family, Bai Hua, with his gray hair well-maintained and his voice like a bell, gave people a kind of The bold atmosphere of the world. However, Song Ye's information shows that when this person was involved in the medicine stone circle, he assassinated many people because of the raw materials of the medicine stone.
Although Mr. Meng's face turned green for a moment when he saw the Bai family, he smiled again in an instant, and greeted him in a friendly manner, holding his big hand, "Welcome, welcome, this is an ordinary family banquet, for your grandson." Heng is just making an introduction, it’s a great honor that Mr. Bai is willing to come.”
The two of them were playing Tai Chi back and forth. After a while, they came to the table and saw the four treasures of the study.
"Hey, I want the girl to write. I heard that Master Meng's calligraphy is good, but I didn't expect that the girl is so good." Bai Hua deliberately pretended not to recognize Fu Tong'er and said with an exaggerated smile.
"This is my newly appointed granddaughter-in-law, Fu Tong'er. Today I will show off to all my uncles and give you some pointers." Mr. Meng smiled but had no choice but to introduce her again.
"Oh, this is the legendary child bride of the Meng family." Bai Hua pretended to suddenly realize it, and said the word child bride directly. At this time, no matter how good Mr. Meng's temper was, he was about to explode. Whose family None of them were happy with this statement, especially from a big family like the Meng family.
But before he sprayed back, Bai Hua said quietly: "Since we are writing calligraphy, I happen to have a boy here who can write calligraphy well, so I asked him to go up and write a couplet as well, as a way to celebrate Meng Meng's calligraphy. Good things are coming for the little boy. Mr. Meng won’t mind, right?”
Mr. Meng gritted his teeth and felt a little uneasy when he saw that the other party was clearly prepared.
The experience of several confrontations told him that Bai Hua was a shady guy who would cause trouble if he didn't get enough protection.
"It's really hard to say. I have just arranged a chance for two juniors. If Mr. Bai arranges for someone to come up, the young man may not agree." Mr. Meng kicked the leather shoe to Meng Ziheng.
"Haha, what's the matter? Young people like gifts the most." Bai Hua was also a shameless person. He bypassed Mr. Meng and walked straight to Fu Tong'er and Meng Ziheng. He laughed loudly and said, "How about it, Meng Young man, let my grandchildren also come up and write a message of congratulations. They will not interfere with you two. Of course, I will not overshadow you, my little fiancée."
By the time Mr. Meng came to his senses and came to stop him, Bai Hua's words had already blocked both the front and back roads.
Meng Ziheng had dealt with Bai Hua and naturally knew the other person's virtues. He was a little unsure at the moment. He glanced at Song Ye unconsciously from the corner of his eye. The latter seemed to be able to read minds, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. The ground nodded towards him, indicating that he should accept this round.
"Okay, thank you very much." Meng Ziheng didn't even think about the consequences. He seemed to be bewitched by that look, and nodded and agreed.
"Haha, okay, Young Master Meng is happy. Come on, Wenbo, come up and show off your ugliness to everyone." As soon as Bai Hua finished speaking, he saw a young white robe walking out among the crowd of white robes. He looked to be no more than ten years old. He is about twenty or three years old and looks arrogant.
The two parties were writing on the same stage, which originally had a hint of competition. Now the Bai family has sent a twelve-year-old child out, clearly slapping the Meng family in the face.
"Well, the Bai family brother is still young. As a sister, Tong'er can't accept gifts. It's better for the elder sister to write a gift for the Bai family brother." Fu Tong'er reacted very quickly. In an instant, she bent down and was extremely kind and gentle. Di said as if coaxing a child.
Comparing her with a twelve-year-old child, no matter whether she wins or loses, it will be disgraceful.
It's a pity that her image of a good sister was not accepted by the children. The children raised their little heads and spoke arrogantly, "You don't have to say so much. If you say it is a congratulatory gift, you must write it. Don't be afraid of losing, I will let you. "
The last half sentence directly exposed the essence of the game, but no one could say that what the child said was Bai Hua's bad intention.
"Well, that's good. Whatever the Bai brothers write, my sister likes it." Fu Tong'er looked a little confused, so she had to smile awkwardly. She turned around to look for Meng Ziheng for some comfort, but found that the other party was looking in another direction.
And standing in that direction was Song Ye.
Every time she sees that exquisite and perfect face, Fu Tong'er always feels a sense of uneasiness and crisis in her heart.
Now seeing Meng Ziheng's expression again, she hated Song Ye even more.
The position of the mistress of the Meng family belongs to her, and Meng Ziheng also belongs to her. No one can take it away, so she must win and win beautifully.
After calming down, Fu Tong'er began to dip her pen into ink, put the pen on the rice paper, and began to write without any distractions. Every stroke, she imitated Meng Ziheng's handwriting perfectly, which she had learned from standing beside him for more than ten years. The results obtained, and enough confidence to defeat a fledgling child.
Even if he was standing in the crowd, Song Ye could recognize Fu Tong'er's handwriting at a glance. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly. No wonder Meng Ziheng looked down on her. According to his temper, what he disliked most was people who didn't have independent thinking and personality. The handwriting was imitated. No matter how beautiful Fu Tong'er was, I'm afraid she was just a puppet on strings in Meng Ziheng's eyes.
And in this world, besides hard work, there is also talent.
As time passed by, the exclamations around him became more and more obvious, so obvious that Fu Tong'er wanted to notice the difficulty without being distracted.
When she looked sideways, she saw that the calligraphy on the child's desk was as sharp as a knife. She panicked in an instant. Every drop of ink dripped from the pen, and it was already a failure.
"Don't be distracted while practicing calligraphy." Meng Ziheng's faint voice came from behind, like an alarm bell, waking him up instantly.