Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Xiao Zimu was slightly stunned, and thought for a moment that after the Lantern Festival Lantern Market had dispersed, he sent Xia Chu back to his house. On the way, the two of them were speechless, so he picked a topic and planned to chat.

At that time, Xia Chu did tell him that Ruoshui Xiaokai would also write.

But later, when they exchanged letters, Xia Chu always wrote madly cursive, and he had long forgotten about this small talk.

Furthermore……

Where do you call writing?

He just looked at Xia Chu's Ruoshui small script carefully. Without many years of skills, it is impossible to write such a good Ruoshui font.

While Xiao Zimu was overjoyed, it was inevitable that he was also shocked.

He looked at Xia Chu's beautiful face, and he was filled with emotion. The young man in front of him, only fourteen years old, how did he manage to write two completely different fonts, and he could learn it so well...

Kong Changhui, Jing Qibin and Feng Zhu on the hall had already identified them, and they were sent to the courtiers on the right through the yamen for circulation.

Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin concluded that this must not have been written by one person.

Just looking at the two fonts is everyone's style, Ruoshui Xiaokai in the early summer must have at least ten years of knowledge.

The cursive handwriting presented by Su Qianle was even better than the small script, and it was impossible for him to write such a handwriting for twenty years.

Jing Qibin and Kong Changhui even thought in their hearts, is this Su Qianle not fluent in Chinese and ink, otherwise, no matter what, they would not use such a cursive handwriting to identify the book by Xia Chu.

What a pity that such a talented calligrapher wrote such a sentence of collaborating with the enemy and treason.

After reading the two pairs of words, Feng Zhu looked at Xiao Yanjun with disappointment, and shook his head slightly at him.

Xiao Yanjun's eyes were wide open, and then he looked at the courtiers who were circulating, seeing them shaking their heads with emotion, his heart sank, and he turned to look at Su Qianle, who was kneeling in the hall.

Su Qianle knelt down in the hall, and apparently heard Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin talking. She looked shocked and turned to look at Xia Chu in disbelief.

Xia Chu just glanced at her coldly and stopped looking at her, looking up at Xiao Yanjun.

Xiao Yanjun followed Su Qianle's direction to look at Xia Chu, met his eyes, and saw that he silently said two words to himself: "Thank you."

Xiao Yanjun frowned, Xia Chu thanked him?

Thank him for what?

How did he know that Xia Chu thanked him in his previous life.

It is precisely because Xiao Yanjun in his previous life felt too arrogant and unruly after seeing his words. Having lost his status as a princess, he forced him to choose a famous book to practice calligraphy again.

Xia Chu only for him, reluctantly learned Ruoshui Xiaokai, and the original iron evidence was overturned by accident...

The two letters were circulated in the hands of the courtiers, admiring the voice of calligraphy and saying that it was definitely not written by one person.

The Minister of Household Xu Wanjun and the Minister of Rites, Jie Jiming, looked at each other, and both saw the relief on the other side...

Just now, Xiao Zimu went over and pulled Xia Chu's wrist, and the look that he was about to rush out really scared the two of them to death.

When the two letters arrived in Xu Wanjun's hands, he went to Xie Jiming's place to gather together to read them together.

Xu Wanjun held Xia Chu's Ruoshui Xiaokai, and Xie Jiming held the wild grass. The two of them linked the two letters together to compare and comment, and praised again and again.

"Little Marquis grew up on the mountain since he was a child. I didn't expect Xi to be so good at writing." Xu Wanjun sighed to Xie Jiming.

"Yeah, his words can be seen in the entire capital, and I'm afraid no one can match his words." Xie Jiming's expressionless face also showed an irresistible appreciation.

"Master Xie, this official thought you were always outspoken and never flattered." Xu Wanjun joked.

Although the Ruoshui Xiaokai picture in his hand has become a reality, if no one in the capital can be compared, it should be the wild grass in his hand, and it is just worthy of the name.

"This official's sentence is true, how can there be flattery, have you seen calligraphy that is more exquisite than this wild grass in my hand?" Xie Jiming's tone was obviously colder.

"But..." Xu Wanjun looked at the wild grass in his hand, raised Ruoshui Xiaokai in his hand again, and smiled at him: "This official's hand is the calligraphy of Xiaohou Ye, and the one in your hand is Su Qian Le presented it."

Xie Jiming's never-surging face collapsed in an instant, and he asked in shock, "Isn't this crazy grass in my hand the calligraphy of the little prince?"

Xu Wanjun shook his head again and again: "What a joke, what do you think about that Zhang Kuangcao, that brushwork has at least 20 years of skills, and the young master is a little more advanced, not to mention the yamen just said that Ruoshui Xiaokai is the young master just now. Middle School."

Xie Jiming took a serious look at the letter in Xu Wanjun's hand. The ink was indeed fresh. In this way, Ruoshui Xiaokai must have been written by Xia Chu.

Xie Jiming looked at the wild grass in his hand again, his mind was shaking, he had seen this word before...

At the beginning of the year, it was because Bingwen gave him a handwritten letter with such handwriting that he followed Bingwen to stay at the Double Saint Inn. After returning to Beijing in early Xia, he personally admitted that he wrote the letter.

Xie Jiming didn't know what was going on.

But he knew that Xia Chu had lied...

Xu Wanjun saw that he was stunned, and he called out twice, but there was no response. The courtiers behind him were still urging him to see it, so he had to gently pull out the cursive letter from Xie Jiming's hand and hand it over to the back.

Xie Jiming was in a trance and didn't know what happened next.

Whether to stand up and expose Xia Chu's lies, he fell into a deep dilemma...

It wasn't until everyone had circulated it and everyone confirmed that these two books were definitely not written by the same person. Xu Wanjun didn't speak to the only one, and was stunned to explain Ji Ming: "Did Master Xie write about that person? People who are mad at grass, have the heart of cherishing talents, so they are so unhappy?"

Xie Jiming opened his mouth, but he stopped talking.

Xu Wanjun looked like I understood, nodded to him and said: "Actually, I also think that although the letter says military training, it may not necessarily be sent to King Hu. There is no title on the top, and no signature on the bottom. It looks like an ordinary letter from home."

Xie Jiming was awakened by his words, his eyes lit up, and he asked him as if seeking comfort, "Master Xu thinks it's a misunderstanding?"

Xu Wanjun snorted, his expression full of contempt: "Then Su Qianle is full of lies, and this official doesn't believe her nonsense."

Xie Jiming agreed with these words, and gradually calmed down and thought about it. Even if Xia Chu lied, Su Qianle made up the story of Xia Chu persecuting their brothers and sisters from the beginning. The motive was even more shameful, and the purpose was obviously impure.

Comparing the two sides, Xie Jiming finally made up his mind, kept silent for the time being, and found a chance to ask questions later...