The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 307 Arrangement of troops (2)
To imitate Min Lansheng's handwriting, one must first find his original handwriting.

It is difficult for others to find the original works of scholars, but Jing Jing can get the moon first!
Min Lansheng has studied in the academy for three years, so of course he will leave some articles and the like, so as long as An Huaiyuan still has these, Jing Jing can just steal a piece of paper.

Reminiscent of Zhou Shu's old business, isn't it the business of mounting calligraphy and paintings?Many craftsmen in this line of work are also famous artists themselves, and some old calligraphy and paintings need to be repaired, so simple imitation of handwriting and painting methods is their housekeeping skill.

Some people just eat this bowl of rice, stop doing business, and specialize in making fakes, and they can make fakes look like real ones!

Combining these fragmentary clues together, Su Xiazhi has concluded that this letter must have something to do with An Jing.

But, how to deal with it so that she can accept the victim's claws and know how to be afraid?This is quite a mind-boggling thing.

Su Xiazhi remembered that there was a popular word in modern times: green tea bitch!
She thought that was the perfect word to describe quiet!

Thinking about it further, what is the green tea bitch afraid of?
Of course, tearing off her hypocritical 'green tea' coat and letting people see that she is just a bitch is the most fatal blow!
After she figured it out, Su Xiazhi went to An Huaiyuan with a smile on her face. She thought that the reason why An Hua was able to act so arrogantly in the dark was inseparable from his father's connivance, so she decided to face the old fox directly. An, after all, it's not her godfather's fault, if An Jing is ignorant, I have to let her father beat her...

Now Su Xiazhi is sitting in the same room as An Huaiyuan, watching him meditate with the letter.

"You mean that the person who imitated Lan Sheng's handwriting found his authentic handwriting from me?" An Huaiyuan had been an official for most of his life. As soon as Su Xiazhi came to the door, he knew that there must be something wrong with the other party, otherwise the woman would definitely hide. Get yourself far away.

An Huaiyuan knew from the fact that she dared to use her son as a teacher in the school: she was not afraid of herself at all!
It's even more interesting if you're not afraid of yourself, you're still a woman...

One of the two is sanctimonious, the other is serious, but at this time they have their own ghosts and start fighting!
"Yes, and I can guess who did it." Su Xiazhi nodded immediately.

Jing'er... An Huaiyuan frowned indistinctly, and then diverted her words: "There is nothing out of the ordinary in this letter, I think someone is playing a joke on Lan Sheng."

"You dare to pretend to be my husband-in-law and write to me. You say it's a joke? You're not kidding, are you?" Su Xiazhi didn't give him a chance to interrupt, and then went back to the question: "I came here today to ask you to check for me. Find out, who on earth can get a scholar's handwriting from under your nose!"

Who else?Min Lansheng's proud old works are all in his study in his house, and his study is usually accessible to no one except Jing'er.

But what does Jing'er mean by writing such a letter?

An Huaiyuan was also sorting out the clues of the matter carefully in his heart, only looking at the literal meaning of the letter, he still couldn't figure out what his daughter was going to do.

Thinking of this, he raised the letter in his hand and looked at it word by word.

"The key to this letter is the last sentence. This is also the purpose of the person who forged this letter." Seeing that he still avoided his own question, Su Xiazhi confirmed her judgment: the old fox is protecting his daughter what!

An Huaiyuan read the last sentence of the letter again, but still didn't understand.

But a person of his status would pretend to be calm even if he didn't understand, instead of asking casually, now he just shut up and waited for Su Xiazhi to explain.

"Oh, it's already this hour, Mr. An, have you eaten yet?"

"..." An Huaiyuan was very uncomfortable with Su Xiazhi's way of speaking.

He thought about it, and after feeling that the other party's words were not a trick for him, he still answered truthfully: "Not yet."

"Exactly, I'm hungry too, why don't we go to the restaurant next to your academy to have a light meal, there will be the answer you want."

Originally, when she mentioned that An Huaiyuan had a light meal at the door, An Huaiyuan wanted to refuse, among other things, she just said that she could rely on her old age and presume that her body was against the law, so she didn't want to go.

He is very disgusted with this way of speaking being led by the nose!
Similar conversations were encountered several times when he was an official, and the last conversation that was led by someone was between him and the current Holy Majesty. Until now, he still remembers the time when the Holy Majesty sat in the imperial study. After the huge Longshu case, he said calmly: "I save your life, but I keep your two sons. As for whether the An family can have a descendant, it will be between your advance and retreat in the future."

"Then I'll go and order some food and drinks to wait for you!" Just as An Huaiyuan was pondering, Su Xiazhi got up, saluted respectfully, and then went out without giving him a chance reject!
However, he also wanted to go over and see what the weight of this woman was, who dared to directly find him on the head, I hope it is not the ignorant who is fearless...

As soon as he left the gate of the small courtyard, Su Xiazhi winked at the boy who was standing by the pen and slipping away like a small tree.

"Master?" The servant couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he saw her coming out alone, and hurried to her side and asked in a low voice.

"Go to Anfu, ask Jing Jing to the restaurant in front of the academy, and tell me that I want to have a private chat with her! Hurry up!" Su Xiazhi stared into the boy's eyes and said, "Success or failure depends on one action today!"

The servant also stared at her and made a swallowing motion, then ran back immediately: "The side entrance of the academy is facing Anfu, this is the fastest way!"

In the main room in the small courtyard, An Huaiyuan stood up steadily, only to find that the envelope and letter paper on the table of the Eight Immortals were gone.This made him laugh dumbly: "What a quick hand, what a careful heart!"

Su Xiazhi like this made him interested in fighting with masters. He looked at his clothes and walked out.

After taking the Tsing Yi and putting it on the square scarf from the attendant, he thought for a while before ordering: "Go back and tell Miss, just as the old man said, she is not allowed to leave the house today, no matter who invites her, don't go!"

(End of this chapter)