Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 354 Say Goodbye to Sell Himself as a Slave
Because his temperament is too refined!

how to say?

Anyway, it was just one look, and the shadow that fell in Mo Xiaowan's eyes shocked her very much.

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stones flow upwards!"

Yes, that's how it feels.

One glance at him, one can think of the bright moon hanging high among the pines in the mountains and forests and the clear springs gurgling on the rocks. His temperament is clear and elegant, with a feeling of otherworldliness.

Because of his aura, his well-shaped eyebrows, nose, lips, and contours are not so important. Instead, it is his distinctive demeanor that draws people in deeply.

No wonder someone offered 100 taels of silver to buy a pair of couplets.

Even Mo Xiaowan felt that it was really worth paying 100 taels of silver for couplets just to see him.

exactly!
What was the little boy beside him buzzing just now?
"Fathers and folks, my son's calligraphy is hard to come by. He went to Beijing to find his relatives and rushed to the exam and used up all the money... It's still the old rule. The writing is better than my son's. My son sells himself as a slave..."

Yes, that's right, that's it.

If someone writes better than his son, his son will be sold as a slave.

Master Xie Wudi once commented on the depth of Uncle Xuanyuan's calligraphy. He has Feng Taishi's strength of character, and his calligraphy attainments are extremely profound. In the entire Xuanyuan Kingdom, no one can match it.

If there is a handsome book boy like Mr. Mo in Yafengyuan, it will be really eye-catching, and he is far better than Qingcang Xiuzhu.

Bah Bah!

There is no comparison at all!
Compared with Xiuzhu Qingcang, this person in front of him is simply the bright moon in the sky, the lotus on the snow mountain!
The servant standing next to Mr. Mo continued to buzz: "This girl offered 120 taels for a couplet from my master. Is there anyone with a higher bid? If so, the one with the highest bid will get it."

Xuanyuanchen stared slightly at the young master Mo who had appeared out of nowhere, before he could stop him, Mo Xiaowan's eyeballs rolled slickly, and he had already taken a step.

"Wait!"

When Mo Xiaowan opened his mouth, the servant was slightly surprised.

"Girl, do you want to pay more than 120 taels of silver, begging my son to treat me right?"

"No."

Mo Xiaowan held Xuanyuanchen's big palm, as if holding the whole world, and he was very confident.

"If someone writes better than your son, is he willing to sell himself as a slave?"

"That's right!"

The handsome boy also had great confidence in his son, with his head held high and his face mocking.

"Could it be that the girl wants to compete with my son?"

"not me."

Mo Xiaowan looked arrogant, and raised Xuanyuan Chen's hand: "Compare my uncle with him."

She smirked and pointed at Mr. Mo: "If you lose, you must keep your word and sell yourself as a slave!"

There was a sound of gasping all around.

This Mr. Mo wrote couplets in the streets of the capital for three days, and no one could match him.

The little servant was dumbfounded, how could this pretty girl who jumped out suddenly have any confidence?
But before he opened his mouth to speak, that Mr. Mo, who was like a clear spring and bright moon, spread a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

That smile is like the sun rising in winter.

When he opened his mouth, his voice flowed like a murmur.

"What if the girl's uncle loses?"

Xuanyuanchen frowned slightly, this little thing is going to find trouble for him again?

Just now, his eyes released the coercion, and he stared straight at Mr. Mo sitting in front of the book stand with a smile on his face, but the man's eyes met his in the air, and he was still sitting like a bell.

His expression was indifferent, not like being in a busy city, as if he was walking alone in the mountains, unaffected by him at all.

(End of this chapter)