surnamed Wang

After commenting on the word "Shou", the old man turned his head to look at Wang Bingquan.

"Little brother, you brought this calligraphy, right? I wonder whose hand it was?"

Fan Jingcheng was very curious as to who could make Zhou Hongfei entrust his "lifeblood" and spend it on a piece of cheap paper.

Wang Gangquan didn't know that the ink was so expensive, the rest of the ink sticks were carved and lacquered in gold and placed in a delicate wooden box, but this one was bare, it was so ugly, it was wrapped in a random newspaper and stuffed in the corner of the box.

The other party spoke highly of his own handwriting, and Wang Bingquan couldn't admit that he wrote it, so he said nonsense:

"The younger generation found this word from the second-hand market by chance. Seeing that it was framed and festive, and it coincided with the birthday of Patriarch Nangong, I brought it here."

Fan Jingcheng heard the words and said:
"Unexpectedly, there are such masters of calligraphy in the capital. It seems that I am ignorant."

Wang Gangquan squeezed out a stiff smile. He never realized how good his handwriting was, and even in his impression, he was criticized as a dog.

At that time, not long after he became a foolish prince, he followed Liu Jianbo to read and write, and was often punished for his bad writing.

He is a practitioner, with rough skin and thick flesh, and the few blows he received were neither painful nor itchy, and he never took it seriously.

Later, he served as the crown prince and supervised the country, reviewing the memorials every day, and all his eyes were the calligraphy of important officials in the court.

Regardless of whether they are loyal or traitorous, at least they were among the most talented and learned in the past, and writing is the foundation of the foundation.

Although Wang Gingquan's review memorial was only a short sentence, it was indeed a bit of an eyesore in the regular script of officials and employees, so he practiced calligraphy seriously for a while.

Later, when he became emperor, influenced by his cultivation, there was a fairy spirit in his words. Many officials were surprised and imitated them privately, but they never got what they meant.

There was a time when the wastebaskets in the Imperial Study Room were cleaned out very diligently. Wang Gangquan went on a tour in disguise, and unexpectedly saw the waste paper he practiced calligraphy on a street stall in the capital, and the asking price was quite exaggerated.

In the following hundreds of years of practice, he would write and write for self-entertainment when he had nothing to do. Although he was not very diligent, his writing skills were improving invisible. In the eyes of ordinary people with short lives, it is already quite remarkable.

Of course, he doesn't remember these things himself, and the deepest thing in his subconscious is Liu Ge's "mud can't support a wall" and "rotten wood can't be carved".

……

In a daze, the protagonist of this birthday banquet has already appeared.

A majestic old lady appeared in the center of the banquet wearing a red dress. Her hair was completely white, but her spirit was not in the slightest. On the contrary, she exuded a sophistication that young people could not match.

Seeing the high-status old lady, everyone stepped forward to congratulate her. Juniors like Song Hao were not even qualified to approach, but Chu Yan, who had a good status, sneaked into the crowd with a playful smile, and said something auspicious very well.

"How is it, isn't it good?" Song Hao asked suddenly.

Wang Gangquan knew what he meant, and said expressionlessly:
"Stop this."

"I haven't seen you for a few years. You have grown up, and you can actually get Mr. Zhou's paintings."

"It's a long story, I know his granddaughter, it's like borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

Song Hao laughed and said:

"I said why even the princess doesn't like it, the co-author has a sweetheart."

"We're just pure friendship."

"Coincidentally, your sister-in-law and I only had a pure friendship back then."

While Song Hao was speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something, and his face darkened.

Wang Gingquan followed the other party's line of sight, and saw a fair-faced and handsome man talking to a woman.

That woman was none other than Song Hao's wife Nangong Wen.

Wang Gangquan immediately understood, and whispered:
"Rival?"

The man nodded.

"In broad daylight, on your land, this is too arrogant..."

Wang Gangquan couldn't help defending his cousin, and before he finished speaking, he listened to the other party say:
"I was the one who dug his wall back then."

Wang Quanquan's expression froze, then he gave a thumbs up and said:
"My cousin, I have little talent, so I only give it to my cousin with the word 'Awesome'."

Song Hao was too lazy to argue with him, so he greeted him with a different smile and said:

"Bai Ze, long time no see, are you back from abroad?"

The young man turned his head and said with a calm smile:
"I just came back a few days ago, and when I heard about the old lady's birthday, I brought a small gift to congratulate her."

The thin gift he was talking about was not thin at all. Nangong and the Bai family had always had business dealings, and Bai Ze still hadn't given up on Nangong Wen over the years, so the birthday gift was prepared with great care.

Wang Gangquan watched the two men exchanging pleasantries with a superficial smile, and couldn't help but rubbed his chin and said to himself:
"From the current situation, my cousin seems to be at a disadvantage."

"Indeed, regardless of their appearance, demeanor, or status, the other party has to overwhelm Song Hao. It all depends on their congratulatory gifts."

Wang Gangquan turned his head when he heard the words, and said doubtfully:
"Princess Chuyan, you don't want to join in the fun, what are you doing here?"

"Just now, I've been socializing for less than half an hour, and my face is frozen. It's really boring to get together with those aristocratic families."

"The princess is not afraid of being heard?"

"So what if they hear me? They are focused on trying to please me. I guess even if they beat me or scold me, they will always smile."

The woman seemed to have changed. Compared with the well-educated and courteous lady just now, she now looked more in line with what a girl of this age should look like.

Wang Pingquan picked up the red wine handed by the waiter, took a sip, and heard Chu Yan say with excitement:
"Look, there is excitement."

Wang Gangquan raised his head, his cousin had already met the young man, there seemed to be an invisible battlefield between them, and the smell of gunpowder could be smelled from a long distance away.

Song Hao smiled and said:

"Bai Ze, since you've already said your congratulations, you should go back earlier."

"How can you quit midway without completing the etiquette? You are not from a noble family and you don't even know this truth?"

"Heh, after all, you are just an outsider. Why do you need to be careful about everything? Just go with peace of mind. I'm here. It's dark and the road is slippery. Be careful when you drive alone."

In normal times, no one would dare to prevent the future successor of the Bai family from stepping down in public, but Song Hao didn't like this, and he didn't show mercy. He also specially emphasized "one person", making Bai Ze, who has been single since graduation, feel ashamed smoke.

Why is he single? Wasn't he killed by this bastard?

Many people stopped to watch the two fight. A young man who came with Bai Ze couldn't stand it anymore and interjected:

"Song Hao, you are just a son-in-law, why are you so arrogant?"

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere immediately became a little strange, and some people couldn't help but laugh or even ridicule.

This ridicule was directed not only at Song Hao, but also at Bai Ze, and at the same time at the Nangong family.

Most of the guests at the meeting were dragons and phoenixes, and they had long since become human beings. They were harmonious on the surface, but they kept fighting secretly.

But even if they don't deal with it again, they won't tear their faces in public, let alone expose their scars.

The young man's words not only made Song Hao's complexion gloomy, but even the Nangong family's face was a bit uneasy. Bai Ze didn't make use of the topic, but turned his head and scolded the young man:

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

Then he bowed to the old lady in the distance and said:

"My younger brother is ignorant, let Patriarch Nangong see it as a joke."

The old lady didn't blame her, and smoothed things over with a smile:
"It's okay, young people are full of blood, so it's inevitable. It's getting late, let's start the banquet."

... (end of this chapter)