Chapter 424: That relationship

Fu Tonger's calligraphy of calligraphy from the Meng family inherited from the Meng family. It can be said that after being picked up by the Meng family, she studied with Meng Ziheng. Later, because she admired Meng Ziheng, the font approached Mencius intentionally or unintentionally.
For ten years, she practiced calligraphy for ten years, so that at this moment, she showed it to everyone, and she was strong enough to bear the status of hostess of the Meng family.
In the absence of comparison, it is not easy to write such a brush at the age of sixteen, and the abacus of the Meng family will also come to an end.
But who would have thought that the children killed in the Bai family had acquired a strong and powerful handwriting, and they were naturally talented and talented. Everyone in the audience could see clearly that the level of the two parties was high and low.
Mencius frowned at Fu Tonger's bluntness. There was no way to sigh, and he reached out and held down her pen. "The heart is still quiet, so writing it down is futile."
If she is not distracted, she does n’t have such serious disappointment, she may still be able to compete with each other, and she has different advantages and disadvantages, but the bad thing is that Fu Tonger is too proud, and pays too much attention to this fame and fortune. What Mencius does not like is precisely this.
Fu Tong looked at the big palm held by the hand, warm body temperature, ambiguous posture, which should have been a harmonious picture of Qinther, but the unfinished pen and ink under the paper was too dazzling, making her look up as if it could be The ironic eyes of everybody are all taken for granted.
Humiliation, unwillingness, and complex emotions filled her heart, making her eyes red when she was stingy.
"Oh, I'm sorry to take out such superficial words. If it is a game, you are not qualified to be on the same stage with me." Bai Wenbo whispered loudly, only glanced at two rice papers, and immediately judged the sound.
Although the people present could see the winning or losing, they did not dare to pierce in public like children.
But because they are children and they are gifted, everyone can only say that they are arrogant and cannot blame them.
I have to say that the good game played by the Bai family stopped the Meng family from retreating.
"Xi Zi only cultivates in meditation. It is not necessarily a good thing to win or lose too much." The Meng family was shamed in public. As the eldest son and grandson of the Meng family, Meng Ziheng naturally would not stand idly by. He is the first gift of scholarship in the past century. The tallest person has the most weight to say, and it is more appropriate to teach this mad junior than Father Meng.
"You are the genius Mencius Heng?" Bai Wenbo's immature voice was full of arrogance. After confirming Mencius Heng's identity, his small chest straightened and he said, "I want to compare with one and see who writes better." Don't think that I despise me when I was young. If you don't agree, you are a narrow-minded person. "
Bai Wenbo was pressing hard, and his words were even unrelenting. To this day, some people have also tasted the secret and looked at Bai Hua, who was silent, and saw a smile on the opposite side. Then it dawned on me.
The child was afraid that he was being used as a gun. The mastermind behind the scenes was still Bai Hua.
Mencius Heng just announced that the rumors had been quelled and the engagement was used to cover up the scandal. The Bai family had troubled the hind legs by making it clear that they were going to suppress Mencius Heng and thus suppress the Meng family behind him.
The so-called glory is all glory, all is loss.
Mencius frowned and looked at the little in front of him, unhappy, and did not immediately agree. Because whether he wins or loses, he has no advantage.
"Oh, Fu Tonger is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Mencius Heng." A cold voice passed through the crowd with a smile.
The crowd looked at each other, looking for sound, and saw a white figure walking slowly back from the crowd. The exquisite face shone brightly under the crystal light, shaking people's minds.
Song Ye.
Mencius's eyes brightened, and the corner of his mouth suddenly burst into a shallow smile.
Bai Hua was also attracted by this good-looking appearance. After half a reaction, his eyes narrowed, "Where's the handsome Qiaolang, I look at Master Meng Xiaoren and still know it well."
As soon as his words fell, Father Meng's face shuddered and pulled down.
When Song Ye was in his early days, he couldn't win his favor. The reason was that his face would make the rumors just cleared again.
Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua's remarks came out, the people present immediately began to talk.
"Well, it's Master Meng Xiao's friend. You say, is that the relationship?"
"It's impossible to say. How can things without shadow be transmitted with scrutiny? This Master Meng hasn't seen a woman since he was a kid. Maybe he is self-contained, maybe he really answered the rumor."
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Song Ye's gossip was so intriguing to her that she did not move, and responded generously: "I'm Ziheng's classmate. Fortunately, I studied calligraphy for two months under his guidance. I just saw everyone in Show, it ’s a bit tricky. I do n’t know if this test can be counted as my share.

Hearing the words, let alone the Bai family, it was Fu Tonger and Grandpa Meng who were stunned, and looked suspiciously across Song Ye's face.
Bai Wenbo has a different focus. The children don't pay much attention to appearance, "Are you apprentice to Mencius Heng?"
Song Ye paralyzed his face solemnly, "It's true."
Mencius drew his eyes. He didn't remember when he taught Song Ye calligraphy, and his apprenticeship.
"Okay, I compare with you. If I beat you, Mencius must compete with me." Bai Wenbo didn't hesitate to play the game, his ultimate goal is still Mencius Heng.
Song Ye was unconcerned about such conditions. When he walked to the desk, Fu Tonger who rushed out of the place spit out two words, "Excuse me."
Fu Tonger's body is stiff and she subconsciously looks at Mencius on her side. She has not beaten Bai Wenbo. Is it really necessary to make Song Ye, who only has two months of skill, stunned here?
But Mencius was still, he stood quietly behind Song Ye, like a silent Cang Song, escorting the people in front of him.
Fu Tonger is no longer willing, nor can he bomb Song Ye on such occasions.
When the rice paper was re-laid, Mencius himself chose a brush for Song Ye, but the latter picked a big wolf for himself and saw that the former was stunned. . "And it's still such a big wolf.
Song Ye was the old god, quietly saying, "Then change a font."
what? Mencius Heng froze, and then there was a surprise, "Do you have any other?"
Song Ye nodded, and the wolf drew his ink in the inkwell, and some ink dots splashed out, which did not look very beautiful.
"Well, white spoiled the good stuff." The literati and literati present at the scene saw this wild manner and had long felt vulgar.