She also heard some other meanings before speaking out boldly. She didn't like to be played like a monkey. She was performing hard, but he was like a guest.
"Yue'er, don't be so presumptuous, please retreat." An Yuxiao was shocked at her eldest daughter's boldness, and was a little relieved, but now she was in front of the prince, and there was no room for Yue'er to be cowardly.
Besides, even if Lin'er's words were written in front of the prince, it would still be embarrassing.
Nangong Yuanyi didn't care if An Xiyue was angry. Miss An was more courageous than her father, which was very good.
Was she questioning him?
When the sisters saw what An Xiyue said, they did not dare to express their shock. The eldest sister had really changed and became very different from before. Before they started, two of them backed down and competed with the prince. , they are desperate for their lives, no matter what, they can't compare.
How can women compare to a man who is blessed with so many blessings? At this time, they have forgotten their original intention of suppressing An Xiyue.
Immediately, An Xixuan and An Xiyan spoke in unison: "We have little talent and little knowledge, just take a look."
An Xiyue knew Nangong Hao's calligraphy very well. As for the eldest prince, she remembered that he once said, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Now even if Mr. Yuan wins, so what? It's hard for a villain to care for a woman. If you argue with a woman about the outcome, you won't win with force.
Therefore, An Xiyue's eyes sparkled and she did not show weakness. She was already confident in her heart, and by dragging them into the water, their face would not be lost.
"Then prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones." Nangong Yuanyi slowly turned sideways and asked the two princes: "What do your two highnesses think?"
Nangong Heng knew very well that competing with Nangong Yuanyi would be humiliating himself. He could not even compare with his fourth brother, and his face looked unnatural: "I will be the referee and let the fourth brother and Mr. Yuan discuss this with you ladies. This prince will take a thousand taels of silver as a bonus." Nangong Heng chuckled twice and used the silver to buy his face.
In a short period of time, three people quit one after another. It was obviously due to the internal fighting among the ladies. Curiosity can kill the cat.
The sky was thundering and dark clouds were rolling. Nangong Hao's soft eyes were also covered with frost at this time. Nangong Yuanyi's calligraphy was amazing and a school of his own. Nangong Hao did not show weakness. He had never had a chance to compete with him, and his heart was already itching, " Then please ask Mr. An to be a witness, thank you very much for your generous donation."
Nangong Hao is also very accomplished in calligraphy, and he is even more interested in competing with Nangong Yuanyi.
An Yuxiao didn't expect that the eldest daughter's words would actually lead to a dire situation. How could he, a young Anpinghou, dare to be the prince's witness? So he ordered his servant to take his greeting card and go to Taifu Wen's house. Go up, please ask Master Wen to come as soon as possible. It is extremely urgent, and the sooner the better.
"Then the time limit is one stick of incense." An Xiyue said softly, turning to look at Nangong Yuanyi nonchalantly.
An Xilin frowned deeper, the time of a stick of incense? Fortunately, there are no rules on what to write. She has been reading poetry books since she was a child, and she has some ink in her belly. The eldest sister is timid and cowardly, and can’t even write well. Let alone writing poetry books silently, I’m afraid she can only write simple words. She dared to speak wildly about a few lines of poetry, but she wanted to see how embarrassed she would be. This was no different than others, and it couldn't be faked.
An Xiyuan was a little discouraged at this time, but she couldn't compare to such a peerless and dazzling elder sister. She could only be a small ant. At this time, she also felt some unwillingness and gritted her teeth secretly. , actually gave up the original plan of staying low and playing small, surpassing An Xilin.
An Xixuan pulled her sister's sleeve beside her, signaling her to give up too, but An Xiyuan didn't seem to feel it.
An Xiyan looked at the Fourth Prince without moving his eyes for a moment, looking like a nymphomaniac. He would have read more if he had known it. Standing with such a man must be the best.
Everyone was watching An Xiyue's joke. Such a tricky competition was really exciting.
Only An Xiyue himself looked like a battle-hardened warrior, showing no fear, standing upright and waiting for everyone's response.
At this time, Nangong Hao was the first to hold the langhao brush. His noble and elegant expression captivated everyone's eyes. His handsome facial features and the peerless grace of holding the brush with his slender fingers were even more fascinating.
At the same time, several people wrote and stood in front of the white rice paper one after another. When An Xilin saw that the fourth prince had already started writing, she followed closely behind without showing any signs of weakness.
I saw An Xiyue glance at Nangong Hao with a happy expression, thinking to herself, he is still so impatient and wants to be the first to do anything. The same is true for handwriting. He is obviously very good at practicing, but his character is too bad.
Nangong Yuanyi's expression was natural, neither anxious nor impetuous. At this time, he was like a quiet ink painting. His upright posture and expression standing in front of the rice paper reached the state of selflessness, and his dark eyes were shining with dazzling brilliance. .
In her previous life, she practiced hard for five years. Mei Shuqing said, "If my cousin had awakened earlier, she wouldn't have reached this point." It turned out that they were both sober people, but she was trapped in the fog and couldn't get out. Infatuation never changes.
My uncle said: "Yue'er, practicing calligraphy is like being a human being. You must be upright, do you understand? When you are upright, you will experience the state of contentment. If you have no desires or demands, nothing will be difficult for you. Don't be soft in your arms, use your skill. , it’s too dull, I carry a bucket and run three laps and then come back and practice again.”
She looked at Mei Shuqing helplessly, why didn't he practice calligraphy?
In order to prevent others from laughing at her, and in order to prevent anyone from laughing at her husband for having an unworthy wife, she had no choice but to grit her teeth. No matter how hard or tired she was, she would no longer be afraid.
An Xiyue was quiet in her thoughts, writing as if she was assisted by a god. She held the pen tightly with her slender fingers, dignified and quiet.
At this moment, An Xiyue seemed to have changed. She was no longer harsh and sarcastic, no longer deliberately low-key, no longer gentle and gentle, and no longer cowardly and incompetent. Those days when people laughed at and bullied her seemed to have disappeared. He seemed to have never existed before, exuding a unique temperament all over his body. His hair was like a flying butterfly, and he didn't even have time to take a nap.
She just danced the weapon in her hand, invincible and invincible.
An Xiyue remembered that her uncle taught her to be quiet and do things calmly and not to be reckless.
At that time, her uncle did something that her father did not do, but she learned it a little late. What she remembered the most was the calligraphy hanging in her uncle's study. A military general actually had such calligraphy hanging on it.
Immediately, everyone was shocked. Even the frowning Lord An was shocked when he looked at it. He had never seen such a calm and good-natured daughter. When did she practice calligraphy well?
Looking at the content on An Xiyue's rice paper, An Yuxiao was so shocked that her eyes almost fell down.
At this time, Nangong Yuanyi came out of his own realm, suddenly stopped writing, his eyes were like burning fire, he stopped writing only half of the "Lanting Preface" and stared at such a dazzling woman.
