As soon as Su Xiaoxiao's words came out, the three people in the Su family were shocked.
What stood out sharply was Du Ziteng's joyful face: "Okay? Okay! You agreed, let's go, we will return the house as husband and wife."
"Wait a minute." Su Xiaoxiao said.
Du Ziteng's eyes turned cold: "What tricks do you want to play?"
"What tricks can I play?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"That's right, what kind of tricks can such a delicate beauty do?" Du Ziteng sneered, and showed a charming expression, "A beauty like you, without the protection of Baoyan, is still famous. , just like the fragrant meat that has been taken out of the shell, I don’t know how many jackals, tigers and leopards will covet it. I brought you home to pamper you, really for your own good. "
"Since it's a concubine, it's natural to have a concubine-taking document..."
"It's just a piece of paper," Du Ziteng thought Su Xiaoxiao was trying to slow down the fight and interrupted her impatiently, "I just said, you go home with me today, and I'll call someone to help your parents later. Just bring the money and documents."
"Young Master Du is right. In the final analysis, the concubinage document is just a piece of paper, and it is nothing compared to the sincerity of the Young Master towards me."
"Sincerely?" Du Ziteng squinted his eyes slightly, showing more and more of his lustful look, "Shengjing's twin sisters are really a gentle and interpretive flower."
Su Xiaoxiao leaned forward and could barely avoid Du Ziteng's hand reaching out to touch her cheek: "There's no need to trouble the manager to make another trip tomorrow. The young master writes one on the spot and I put my name down. It's considered a concubine. "
"I wrote?"
"Young Master has the title of Gongsheng, why don't you want to write a document for me?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
Du Ziteng naturally didn't want to show his timidity: "I can actually write..."
"Young master writes down the concubinage document, and I will go home with you."
When Du Ziteng heard this, he immediately agreed: "I will write what I write, and today I will let you see the calligraphy of a tribute student."
The literary rank goes from scholar to higher, the official rank goes from ninth rank to higher, and there is no one named Gongsheng.
At best, Gongsheng is a donated academic degree, similar to the correspondence education that later generations can study by paying money.
Du Ziteng was not ashamed but proud. These days, not everyone could become a tribute student if they wanted to.
It has to be the Du family, and it has to be Du Ziteng.
Diao Nu quickly brought the four treasures of the study.
Du Ziteng showed off: "This ink is Hui ink, this brush is Hu pen, and the rice paper is in good inkstone. I'm afraid I don't see many bumpkins in Xia County."
Diao Nu said with a shy face: "Master Gongsheng, please use ink."
"It's a pity that Miss Su's inkstone has been destroyed. Otherwise, she would grind it herself and add fragrance to her red sleeves. It is indeed very fragrant, very fragrant!"
Du Ziteng sighed again, and then finally wrote - now there is a daughter of the Su family, who is gentle, kind and virtuous, and is willing to take her as a concubine and establish her name as evidence.
After writing the last word, Du Ziteng tasted his handwriting intoxicatedly before handing the brush to Su Xiaoxiao.
"Miss Su, please."
Su Xiaoxiao's movements when taking over the pen were smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Du Ziteng had a feeling, as if Su Xiaoxiao's gentle words were just for this moment, this moment when he took the brush from his hand.
Du Ziteng quickly found an explanation for this feeling.
I couldn't wait to be his concubine, and Du Ziteng felt very happy.
Su Xiaoxiao took the pen and glanced at the concubinage letter written by Du Ziteng with an expressionless face.
Is his poor handwriting worth reading endlessly with intoxication?
Su Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and put down the pen.
"Wan Niang, no." It was Yu's anxious voice.
After Su Xiaoxiao woke up, Mrs. Yu kept calling her girl.
At this moment, she was so anxious that she finally called her name, but it was Tao Wan's maiden name, Wanniang.
It turns out that she is not the only one who cannot accept the other party.
Su Xiaoxiao's hand shook slightly, and finally she wrote - Zhao Keman and Hu Ying.
Du Ziteng stood behind Su Xiaoxiao, looking at her use of ink, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Du Ziteng was not good at writing, but he relied on his excellent calligraphy and was often proud of it.
Now that I see Su Xiaoxiao's words, I know what it means to sit in a well and look at the sky.
Du Ziteng has never seen such a unique font.
The handwriting is strong and thin without losing its flesh, and the large characters are especially graceful.
Comparing it with Du Ziteng's words, Du Ziteng was immediately thrown into the mud.
Du Ziteng was even more ashamed when he thought about how intoxicated he was just now.
Is it your own calligraphy?
As expected, she is one of the two sisters who became famous at a young age and is already able to create her own calligraphy.
Not to mention, the fairy-like style of this font is quite similar to the girl in front of me with a leisurely posture, delicate appearance but firm eyebrows.
Du Ziteng quickly adjusted his mentality.
How about becoming famous and famous in Shengjing at a young age?
So what if you are skilled in pen and ink and create your own calligraphy?
Aren't you going to be his backyard?
Thinking of this, Du Ziteng became complacent.
If she serves her well, she will be made a concubine and allowed to have children.
If you don't serve her well, you'll be nothing more than a humble concubine who entertains guests with a bowl of red flowers.
This was an imaginary dynasty, and there was no Tang Dynasty.
So Du Ziteng couldn't recognize the thin gold body created by Song Huizong Zhao Ji.
The thin golden body is also known as the "crane body" because of its thinness and smoothness. It is one of the calligraphy styles that are very popular among calligraphy practitioners in later generations.
Su Xiaoxiao had been practicing Slim Gold Body for some years before time travel, so he was very familiar with it when he started writing.
Zhao Keman Hu Ying, with only five characters, already has the feeling of an iron painting, a silver hook, a frost knife, and a snow sword.
Wait, frost sword and snow sword? Didn't you sign the concubinage letter?
Du Ziteng was full of doubts, Su Xiaoxiao had already written the second sentence - Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
Du Ziteng read it completely in his mind subconsciously.
A few words are worthy of a cross.
Just reading it silently in my heart makes me feel hot all over from reading it.
It was as if the blood was boiling.
Du Ziteng was so stunned that he forgot his original intention of asking Su Xiaoxiao to sign the concubinage document.
Su Xiaoxiao was seen holding a lake pen in her bare hands, and the pen tip soaked in ink continued to write on the rice paper - the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming."
There were more onlookers outside the Su Family Courtyard.
Someone with good intentions was riding on the wall, watching Su Xiaoxiaobi move around, and read out loud.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."
Hu Ying, Wu hook, silver saddle, white horse.
In just a few words, the image of a valiant swordsman appeared vividly before his eyes.
No, not as if.
When the last star character was formed in Su Xiaoxiao's pen, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.
The sound reached my ears, but I didn't see anyone coming, so I had a premonition in my mind.
Hu Ying, Wu hook, silver saddle, and white horse must be such a swordsman to be worthy of such a sound of horse hooves.
The next second, a white horse carrying a swordsman burst into the Su family's yard like the wind.
The swordsman wears a tassel on his head, a Wu hook on his waist, a white horse with a silver saddle, and flying stars, just like what Su Xiaoxiao wrote.
The spectators were shocked to find that the swordsman in Su Xiaoxiao's painting appeared vividly before their eyes.
Appear as a saint in front of others! This thought flashed across the minds of the spectators.
