Dear Commander-in-Chief

It's a pity that only Gong Sheng thinks so.

Other relatives at the scene, even with the majesty of the palace saint, did not dare to speak ill of Yun Qiao, but no one could praise him against his will.

What kind of messy words did the daughter write?

Or, can that be called a word?

Alas, I didn’t have the eyes to see, I really didn’t have the eyes to see.

At this moment.

The housekeeper came out of the study, carefully holding a small and exquisite picture scroll in his hand, about the size of a book and a handkerchief.

As they got closer, everyone could see clearly that it was a set of words.

The housekeeper smiled and said: "Old man, as you asked, I brought this calligraphy that you kept in the cabinet in the study."

Mr. Gong nodded: "If everyone wants to see it, let them see it. After all, it is Jie Yu's filial piety."

When everyone heard it, they were a little interested.

I saw a couplet on the scroll, with the font in small regular script, beautiful and neat——

With the wine and the fragrance of flowers, I am fortunate to have great achievements and great ambitions;

The people of Shihe are happy to wish you a happy life from the prosperous age!

A very standard birthday greeting.

Moreover, the words and sentences are also appropriate to the identity of Mr. Gong: he worked hard all his life to start a business, which can be regarded as a great achievement; he gave birth to a son, Gong Qing, who was a tycoon of the generation, and had two grandsons, all of whom were promising, and Gong Jue was the leader. The commander-in-chief of the empire, and the president, Gong Sheng, led the empire to prosperity.

This couplet makes me feel comfortable just looking at it.

"Yeah, this is what the old man said before, Jieyu's gift to him?"

"Jie Yu flew back from a thousand miles away and even wrote a birthday message to the old man with his own hands. It's really rare."

"Is this a couplet written by Jieyu himself? Jieyu is really talented!"

"I've said it a long time ago. Looking at the imperial entertainment industry, Qin Jieyu is definitely the number one sister."

In the midst of admiration, everyone suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Huh?

The old man has always loved Qin Jieyu and admired him very much. Why didn't he say a few words?

In particular, Qin Jieyu's handkerchief-sized pair of exquisite regular scripts has been stored in the study cabinet by the old man. Logically speaking, the old man should be proud to introduce it to everyone at this moment.

However……

Everyone turned their attention to Master Gong, only to find that the old man did not pay attention to Qin Jieyu's small calligraphy at all, but his eyes were fixed on the "ghost painting talisman" written by Yun Qiao for a moment!

The more I look at it, the more my eyes sparkle with burning brilliance!

Everyone can’t understand...

Without Qin Jieyu's comparison, they would at best think that Yun Qiao's writing was bad. But now with Qin Jieyu's neat and beautiful regular script for comparison, they would almost say that Yun Qiao's writing was rubbish.

The old man actually still looks at it with such gusto?

What's going on!

Gong Xiaoxiao asked worriedly: "Grandpa, are you scared by such an ugly word?"

Only then did Master Gong come to his senses, spat at her, and twirled his beard: "Who dares to say that Xiao Qiao's handwriting is ugly?"

Everyone: "..."

Do humans with eyes think they are ugly?

Mr. Gong's eyes were still shining and proud, and he waved: "Sheng'er, come here and read it to everyone."

The palace saint spread his long legs, walked calmly to Yun Qiao, and slowly read out the "turtle characters" she had written: "When you are happy in the ancestral temple, everyone listens to it, and everyone is respectful; in the village of the patriarch, In the middle, if elders and young ones listen to it together, everyone will be harmonious; within the boudoir, if fathers, sons and brothers listen to it together, they will all be harmonious... All the six kinds of music should be written with five tones and played with eight tones..."