Huang Sining has been praised and praised since she was a child.

When he was three years old, his great-grandfather praised him, "This child has talent." From then on, he practiced diligently morning and night, vowing to carry forward the "和书" font and make it the national script font of the North Wing Country.

She is ready to bear the burden and move forward, and she hopes to become a light that everyone looks up to.

At this moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and finally knew what it was like to be the light in the eyes of everyone in the Huang family.

But seeing that the girl was pretending, she only smiled slightly when facing the praises of her elders, and she couldn't even say a word of self-effacement.

hateful! How can there be such annoying and arrogant people in the world!

You must know that in addition to her great-grandfather, there were also several of her grandfathers and several uncles, all of whom were very influential among the literati in the North Wing.

In her generation, several of her cousins ​​are also very outstanding.

How could that girl have the nerve to stand among them, accept compliments calmly and pretend to be calm?

Huang Sining glanced at Shi Anxia's handwriting and felt that it was just like that, at most on par with hers.

Everyone must have flattered Shi Anxia politely because he was a guest.

Huang Sining convinced herself. Even so, the throbbing veins on the back of her hands still betrayed the anger inside her.

Even if you are being polite, can you not go too far? It simply enhances the ambition of others and destroys one's own prestige.

The Huang family has a strong character for generations, a master in the literary world, and the most sacred existence in the hearts of all literati.

How can you be like a humble person who has never seen the world?

What makes Huang Sining most angry is that it was agreed that it would be a competition, but the winner would be decided. Why didn't anyone take a look at what she wrote?

Even her father only focused on Shi Anxia's writing, let alone her grandfathers and great-grandfathers.

Even if her great-grandfather said she lost, she would admit it. After all, he is the guest and she is the host.

Humility is the culture engraved in the bones of literati!

But it shouldn't be ignored and forgotten like this. Huang Sining was filled with hatred and embarrassment, and her lips turned pale with anger.

What's even more irritating is that her father Huang Haoqing was admiring Shi Anxia's calligraphy with a face full of intoxication, and he shook his head and said loudly, "If you want a tree to be long, you must strengthen its roots; if you want water to be far away, you will sparse its source; if you want the country to be safe, …”

"Let me see!" A deep male voice hurriedly came from outside the door, and in an instant, the cold winter air reached the crowd.

In an instant, Huang Sining's pupils dilated, her heartbeat stopped like a suffocation, and she seemed like she couldn't even breathe.

How can there be such a man in the world?

Wearing a black brocade robe that is tailored to fit her body, she has a slim and straight figure, and her steps are like the wind. His thin lips pursed into a thin line, and his cold white face revealed his sharp and handsome face.

The outline is like a cut, the eyebrows are like a painting, and the bright moon and clear wind are truly unparalleled in the world.

When the man pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Huang Wanqian's side, he completely forgot about etiquette and snatched Shi Anxia's manuscript into his hands, reading the manuscript almost at a glance.

His hand holding Mo Bao turned white from strain.

After a moment, his eyes fell on Shi Anxia's face, his dark eyes faintly dancing with flames, "Where does this article come from?"

Shi Anxia's eyelashes trembled, and she had the illusion of being caught.

But he quickly suppressed his fleeting feelings of guilt and panic, and opened his mouth to tell a big lie, "This article was also written by the ancestors of the Huang family, and it was called "Holy Virtue Table". The manuscript at that time was in the same font as "Heshu". The original copy was put together, but it was a pity that it was lost somehow. "

Is this a disguised form of returning the work to the Huang family? She didn't take any advantage.

The man didn't know what he thought of, his eyes gradually calmed down, but the corners of his lips pursed tighter, and he returned the manuscript to Huang Wanqian without saying a word.

Then he resigned and strode away. The tall and straight back looks desolate and lonely.

Shi Anxia was stunned for a moment. But there was no time to think deeply at the moment, all the attention was on Huang Wanqian.

This time it was Huang Wanqian's turn to tremble with his hand holding the manuscript.

Just now he was only looking at the font "和书" and ignored the content of the article.

It wasn't until Huang Haoqing read out "Desire is far away from its roots, it is necessary to consolidate its roots...", his whole body felt like an electric shock, and he felt that the article directly hit the depths of his soul, as if the article was written by him with a fatal familiarity.

It turns out to be an article written by an ancestor of the Huang family, so it’s no wonder. This sense of familiarity is definitely the awakening and inheritance of the bloodline, and it is the ethos engraved in the bones of the Huang family.

Everyone was also shocked, it was really...a good article! It is the kind of good article that is dedicated to the emperor and will be promoted to a noble rank and has been passed down through the ages!

For a time, the entire Huang family was boiling. They look up to the talents of their ancestors and are proud of them from the bottom of their hearts.

Huang Sining was the only one standing there in a daze, his eyes staring blankly at the empty doorway.

But I felt my heart was soft and empty, my heartbeat had stopped, and I could no longer breathe. Even Shi Anxia and this contest became insignificant.

She just wants to know, who is that man like the wind? Which family is he from? Will you get married?

Her heart sank, and by the way, when she looked at An Xia, her eyes were no longer so hostile.

Just because that man came with Shi Anxia.

At this time, Shiyun thought that the time was ripe, so he carefully presented the unique copy of "和书" in font that was wrapped extremely tightly and beautifully with both hands.

First, the well-made wooden book box was opened, and then the letter cover made of rare silk was opened, and then the mottled "和书" font was revealed.

The people in the room held their breath, fearing that breathing too hard would damage the priceless treasure.

Huang Wanqian burst into tears while holding the solitary copy. The belongings of the Huang family ancestors had been lost for many years, but he still had the opportunity to see them with his own eyes.

Literati have always attached great importance to inheritance, especially erudite Confucian scholars and celebrities. Huang Wanqian asked tremblingly, "What are the conditions for Jian'an Hou Mansion?"

Shi Yunqi responded respectfully, "There are no conditions. It is originally the property of the Huang family and should be returned to its original owner."

This is the truth. But the single copy is priceless, and there is no Huang family mark on it. It's impossible for someone to say it's for you and you accept it with peace of mind.

Scholars valued etiquette, so Huang Wanqian insisted on taking it back at a high price, threatening to compensate the Marquis of Jian'an even if he lost everything.

Shi Yunqi glanced at his sister, and then took advantage of the situation and explained that a clan school had just been established in the Jian'an Marquis Mansion. It was not famous, and he wanted to participate in the competition test in a few days, so he wanted to ask Old Master Huang and Old Master Fang to be the nominal teachers. Oral. And repeatedly emphasized that they didn't need to do anything, it was just a name.

Huang Wanqian lived to be over ninety years old and had long since become a human spirit. And for famous men of letters like them, the most important thing is their face.

I'm afraid it would be easier if you asked him to bankrupt everything and give you money. You really need to think carefully about getting famous.

The most important thing is that not only does he need to use his reputation to listen to what the young man says, but he also needs to use his old face to invite that old guy Fang Yuchu.

What if the Marquis of Jian'an clan doesn't live up to their academic expectations and fails to pass the basic examinations such as Tie Jing and Mo Yi? How can they be laughed to death?

A lifetime of wisdom is ruined in one day, and after death, it will still be talked about by future generations of literati.

Huang Wanqian looked at the jade-like young man, then at the elegant and elegant girl, frowned and asked, "Don't you have any other requirements?"

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