Fu Tong'er's calligraphy was inherited from the old man of the Meng family. It can be said that after she was taken back to the Meng family, she studied with Meng Ziheng. Later, because she fell in love with Meng Ziheng, her handwriting was closer to Meng Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally.
For ten years, she had practiced calligraphy for ten years, just to show everyone that she was strong enough to take on the role of the mistress of the Meng family at this moment.
Without comparison, it is not easy to write such calligraphy at the age of sixteen, and the old man of the Meng family will successfully come to an end.
But who would have thought that the child who was killed on the way to the Bai family could actually acquire a strong and powerful calligraphy hand, and he was completely natural and gifted. Everyone present could clearly see the level of the two parties, and the good and bad were clearly displayed.
Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at Fu Tong'er's blunt and unstructured writing. He could only sigh softly and stretched out his hand to hold down the tip of her pen. "My heart is already restless. It is futile to continue writing."
If she wasn't distracted and didn't have such a strong focus on gains and losses, she might be able to compete with the other party and have different qualities. But the bad thing is that Fu Tong'er is too arrogant and values fame and fortune too much. And it was this thing about her that Meng Ziheng didn't like.
Fu Tong'er stared blankly at the big palms clasped in her hands, the warm body temperature, and the ambiguous posture. It was supposed to be a harmonious scene of music and serene, but the unfinished pen and ink under the paper were too dazzling, making her look up in panic, as if she could It seemed as if everyone's sarcastic glances were absorbed into his eyes.
Humiliation, unwillingness, and all kinds of complicated emotions filled her heart, making her eyes red instantly.
"Haha, you have the nerve to come up with such superficial words. If it is really a competition, you are not qualified to be on the same stage with me." Bai Wenbo said in a loud voice. He only glanced at the two pieces of rice paper and immediately made a judgment.
Although everyone present could see who was winning or losing, they did not dare to expose it in public like the children.
But precisely because he is a child and he is gifted, everyone can only call him arrogant and cannot criticize him.
It has to be said that the Bai family made a good move and blocked the Meng family with no way out.
"Learning calligraphy is only about calming down and cultivating one's nature. It may not be a good thing if it puts too much emphasis on winning and losing." 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. He was a talented scholar from a scholarly family in the past hundred years. The tallest person has the most weight in what he says. Even the junior Zhang Zhang is more suitable than Mr. Meng to teach him a lesson.
"Are you the genius Meng Ziheng?" Bai Wenbo's childish voice was full of arrogance. After confirming Meng Ziheng's identity, he puffed up his chest and said directly: "I want to compete with you to see who can write better. ?Don’t think that you have underestimated me since I was young. If you don’t agree, you are a narrow-minded person.”
Bai Wenbo pressed forward step by step, and his words were even more merciless. Now, some people came back to their senses and secretly took a look at Bai Hua, who was silent on the side, and saw a smile on his face. It suddenly dawned on me.
This child was afraid that he was being used as a weapon, and Bai Hua was the mastermind behind it.
Meng Ziheng had just announced that he had put an end to the rumors and used the engagement to cover up the scandal. The Bai family came to cause trouble, clearly intending to suppress Meng Ziheng and thereby suppress the Meng family behind him.
As the saying goes, if one gains, both will be prosperous, and if one loses, both will suffer.
Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at the little one in front of him, his face was unhappy, and he did not immediately agree. Because whether he wins or loses, he has nothing to gain.
"Haha, Fu Tong'er is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Meng Ziheng take action." A cold voice came from the crowd with a smile.
Everyone was startled, looking for a voice, and saw a white figure slowly walking back from the crowd. The delicate face shone under the crystal light, shaking people's minds.
Song Ye.
Meng Ziheng's eyes lit up, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Bai Hua was also attracted by this impressive appearance. After a moment of reaction, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Where did this handsome boy come from? I see that I am familiar with Young Master Meng."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Meng's expression suddenly dropped.
Song Ye's appearance at this time would not win his favor, because that face would make the rumors that had just been clarified spread again.
As expected, as soon as Bai Hua said these words, everyone present immediately started talking.
"Hey, he is a friend of Young Master Meng. Do you think it is that kind of relationship?"
"It's hard to tell. How can something without a shadow be spread in an orderly manner? Young Master Meng has not seen or interacted with women since he was a child. Maybe he is keeping a clean life. Maybe he really complied with the rumors."
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Such casual chatter was caught in Song Ye's ears. With a calm expression on her face, she responded generously: "I am Zi Heng's classmate. I was fortunate enough to study calligraphy for two months under his guidance. Just now I saw that everyone was here I’m a bit shy about showing off my skills, I wonder if I can be counted in this competition.”
Hearing this, not to mention the Bai family, even Fu Tong'er and Mr. Meng were stunned, and a suspicious look passed over Song Ye's face.
Bai Wenbo's focus is different. Children don't pay much attention to appearance. "Are you Meng Ziheng's apprentice?"
Song Ye said solemnly with a paralyzed face, "That's right."
Meng Ziheng twitched his eyes. He couldn't remember when he taught Song Ye calligraphy and developed a master-disciple relationship.
"Okay, I'll compete with you. If I defeat you, Meng Ziheng will have to compete with me." Bai Wenbo didn't hesitate. He just treated it as clearing the game. His ultimate goal was still Meng Ziheng.
Song Ye was noncommittal about such conditions. He walked to the desk and said two words to Fu Tong'er who was standing there, "Excuse me."
Fu Tong'er's body froze, and she subconsciously looked at Meng Ziheng beside her. She was not better than Bai Wenbo. Did she really want Song Ye, who had only two months of skills, to be embarrassed here
But Meng Ziheng remained unmoved. He stood quietly behind Song Ye, like a silent pine, protecting the people in front of him.
No matter how unwilling Fu Tong'er was, she couldn't knock Song Ye down in this situation.
After laying the rice paper again, Meng Ziheng personally chose a brush for Song Ye, but the latter picked a big wolf brush on his own. The former was startled and said, "Your calligraphy is in Liu style, so it is not suitable to use a brush that is too thick." .” And he’s still such a big wolf.
Song Ye, however, was the old god, and said quietly, "Then change the font."
What? Meng Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and then he was surprised, "Do you know anything else?"
Song Ye nodded, and the langhao pen was opened and closed in the inkstone to soak in ink. Some ink dots spattered out, which looked unsightly.
"Tsk, what a waste of a good thing." When the literati present saw this wild behavior, they already felt it was vulgar.