Zongwu: Wang Yuyan refuses marriage and forces Li Qingluo to marry

Damn it, you even praised someone’s handwriting and writing skills!

Kicked in the brain by a donkey?

Or was it squeezed by the door?

Duan Zhengchun automatically ignored Duan Zhengming's praise of Wei Wu, and complained about Duan Yu in his heart.

Duan Zhengming is the emperor in public and his elder brother in private, and he cannot afford to offend him.

But Duan Yu is his son, he can beat him if he wants, scold him if he wants, and even at night...

This seems impossible to do. I have divorced his mother. From now on, it will be considered rude to look at him more than once.

No matter what, Duan Zhengchun's behavior is called bullying the weak and fearing the strong!

Wei Wu put down his pen, turned to look at Dao Baifeng, showed a doting smile, and said softly: "Feng'er, come here and sign."

"it is good."

Dao Baifeng walked lightly to Wei Wu's side and wrote her name.

The handwriting is elegant and graceful, revealing a hint of stubbornness and arrogance.

The handwriting reflects the character of the person!

Duan Zhengming said softly: "Zhengchun, sign."

Although the tone was light, it revealed an irresistible flavor.

The emperor is different from ordinary people!

"Yes, Brother Huang."

Duan Zhengchun obeyed the order, strode to the dining table, picked up a pen and wrote his name.

Amidst the war and iron cavalry, there is a hint of romanticism and unruliness.

The handwriting reflects the person!

Wei Wu looked at Duan Zhengming and his wife, bowed and smiled, "Brother Duan and his wife, please be witnesses."

The divorce agreement only requires the signatures of both spouses, but also the signatures of all relatives.

That is, the relatives of both parties must serve as witnesses and sign together for the divorce agreement to take effect; otherwise it will be regarded as a "private release".

With the emperor and empress of Dali as witnesses, it doesn't matter whether Dao Baifeng has any relatives present.

"it is good."

Duan Zhengming walked over with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, signed his name on the two divorce documents, and then handed the pen to Gao Shengjie.

Gao Shengjie took the pen and wrote his name on the two divorce documents.

With the emperor and empress as witnesses, this divorce document is definitely the highest standard divorce document in the Dali Kingdom, no doubt about it.

Duan Zhengming looked at Wei Wu and praised him sincerely, "The Northern Song Dynasty is indeed the Celestial Empire, with many talented people and a land of grace. Only in this way can it produce a talent as outstanding as you, my dear brother."

Wei Wu's eyes were full of pride, but he pretended to be humble and said hypocritically: "Brother Duan, thank you for the compliment."

Duan Yu echoed, "Uncle, your calligraphy is the best of its time, and your writing is brilliant. You are definitely worthy of the eight words 'outstanding' and 'a rare talent among men'."

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth secretly, wishing he could kick Duan Yu hard.

You fucked up bastard!

I should have smeared you against the wall back then!

They have taken your own mother away from you, yet you keep flattering and sucking up to them!

If you don't fucking speak, are you going to die?

Duan Zhengchun was burning with rage, but Duan Zhengming was right beside him, so he didn't dare show it and could only grit his teeth and bear it.

what happened?

Stomachache!

Bear with it!

Wei Wu smiled and praised, "Yu'er, you are also very good.

Not only is he well-read, but he also has a deep understanding of Yi principles, which is rare.”

Duan Yu was delighted to receive praise and recognition, and said quickly: "Thank you for the compliment, uncle."

As the saying goes, the master is the teacher.

Duan Yu was completely impressed by Wei Wu's calligraphy skills and outstanding literary talent, and he was willing to regard himself as a junior.

Wei Wu looked at the two letters of union and divorce, and perhaps influenced by later generations, he felt that they only had signatures but no seals, which seemed irregular.

He thought for a moment and said softly, "Brother Duan, Feng'er's relatives and friends were not present, so there was no witness.

In order to increase the credibility of this divorce agreement, can you please stamp it with the imperial seal of Dali?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

what? !

Put the imperial seal on the divorce agreement?

What do you think?

This is really like a mouse becoming the cat's bride, how crazy!

If this really happens, then these two divorce agreements will be like a scorpion's shit - there will only be two of them!

Duan Zhengming hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Duan Zhengchun stared at Duan Zhengming with eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief, and his true feelings almost blurted out.

"Brother, are you crazy?"

Just when Duan Zhengchun had not recovered from his shock, Duan Zhengming turned to look at him and said softly, "Zhengchun, bring your royal seal and stamp it on the divorce agreement."

Duan Zhengming has already agreed to stamp the imperial seal, so it wouldn't be a big deal to add another seal of the Prince of Zhennan.

"Stamped with the royal seal?"

After hearing Duan Zhengming's words, Duan Zhengchun recovered from his stunned state, but was not very surprised.

Everyone agrees to stamp the imperial seal, what’s the point of a royal seal?

"Yes, Brother Huang."

Duan Zhengchun walked quickly out of the restaurant and headed towards the study.

The seal of Prince Zhennan and the tiger talisman of General Baoguo were both kept in a secret room in the study.

The study is Duan Zhengchun’s private office, but unfortunately there is no female secretary to accompany him.

Otherwise, it's ok. If there's something to do, the secretary will do it. If there's nothing to do...

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Chapter 107 The most precious gift Dao Baifeng received

Duan Zhengming said in a gentle voice: "Wait a moment, my dear brother. Once Zhengchun has stamped the royal seal, I will take the two divorce letters back to the palace and stamp them with the imperial seal."

The emperor can leave the palace, but the imperial seal must never leave the palace.

The imperial seal is usually placed in the imperial study in the imperial palace and is managed by a special eunuch in charge of the seal.

"It doesn't matter."

Wei Wu bowed and said, "Brother Duan is so righteous. I made such an unreasonable request, but Brother Duan agreed to it. He is truly a king like Yao and Shun!"

"Thank you, my dear brother!"

Duan Zhengming's eyes flashed with pride, and he was obviously very pleased with Wei Wu's praise.

The emperor’s idol, or ultimate goal, seems to be Yao, Shun, Yu and Tang.

Wei Wu did not continue to flatter Duan Zhengming, just did it for the sake of his own intention.

He had just used his identity as a master of calligraphy to show off his talent, but he still felt a little unsatisfied.

How can you ever get enough of showing off?

It feels good to show off!

Always pretend to be cool, always have fun!

Wei Wu looked at the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on the table and decided to use his identity as the Saint of Painting to show off his skills.

Moreover, using the Saint of Painting to show off is definitely more shocking than using the Saint of Calligraphy.

Because most people can't tell whether calligraphy is good or bad.

For example, the semi-illiterate Mu Wanqing.

She felt that Wei Wu's calligraphy was better than any other calligraphy she had ever seen, but she didn't know to what extent.

Industry specializing in surgery.

We can't expect a female knight to have too profound cultural attainments. It's good enough if she can read and write.

After all, his main job is to travel the world, to fight with blood, and to fight at the slightest disagreement.

When it comes to gangsters, having a strong fist is much more effective than having a strong mouth.

If Duan Yu, the king of big talk, didn't have the aura of the protagonist, he would have passed the seventh day by now.

Painting is different from calligraphy. As long as you have eyes and can see, you can know whether a painting is good or not.

Don’t talk about artistic conception, that thing is too abstract.

Even educated people may not be able to understand it, most of them are just pretending.

Even the person who was painting the picture didn't think that much at the time.

Others spoke eloquently and beautifully, describing the artistic conception and metaphors in the painting, one thing after another.

The painter is embarrassed to say no, as that would make him seem uncultured.

So the artistic conception becomes more and more mysterious.

Just like when Lu Xun wrote that the curtains are black, reading comprehension must be extended to understand what he wanted to express.

Even Lu Xun is furious!

The curtains are just black. I’m being realistic. How can there be so much meaning in it?

What nonsense!

Wei Wu looked at Dao Baifeng lovingly and said softly: "Feng'er, can I draw a portrait for you?"

Dao Baifeng was surprised and asked: "Wei Lang, you can also draw?"

Wei Wu said modestly: "Calligraphy and painting are inseparable. I know a thing or two about painting."

Dao Baifeng said expectantly, "Then I'll trouble Wei Lang."

"No trouble."

Wei Wu had gentle eyes and a doting smile. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to sketch on the rice paper.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Wei Wu painting.

Dao Baifeng was extremely vain, and even though Wei Wu's painting was not good, she felt extremely satisfied.

She was already extremely happy because other people witnessed Wei Wu painting her portrait.

It’s like on Valentine’s Day, when a boyfriend sends flowers, he must send them to the office.

It doesn’t matter what kind of flowers you receive. What’s important is to let your colleagues and friends know that you have received them.

Of course, the more expensive the flowers, the better the effect.

The evil capitalism has already controlled people's hearts to the extreme!

Wei Wu wrote very quickly without any hesitation.

Just like a printer, printing out the images in your mind.

Wei Wu put down his brush, looked at Dao Baifeng lovingly, and asked softly, "Feng'er, do you like it?"