Chapter 424 (2/2)

Mencius's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth suddenly burst into a shallow smile.

Bai Hua is also attracted by this extraordinary appearance. After a long time, he responds, but his eyes are slightly narrowed. ”Where's the handsome boy? I'll see that I'm familiar with young master Meng.”

As soon as his voice fell, the old man Meng's face brushed down.

Song Ye's appearance at this time can't win his favor, because his face will make the rumor just cleared up again.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua said this, the people present immediately began to talk.

”Ah, it's a friend of young master Meng. Do you think it's that kind of relationship?”

”It's not sure. How can things without shadows be spread in an orderly manner? This young master Meng didn't contact women since he was a child. Maybe he was clean-hearted. Maybe he really answered the rumors.”

……

This kind of gossip was caught in Song Ye's ears. She kept her face still and responded generously: ”I'm a classmate of Zi Heng. I'm lucky to have studied calligraphy for two months under his guidance. Just now I saw that everyone was showing me some skills. I don't know if I can be included in this competition. ”

Smell speech, don't say is the White House, is Fu Tong ER and Meng old man son all Leng Leng, look suspiciously in Song Ye's face.

Bai Wenbo paid attention to different points. Children didn't pay much attention to appearance. ”Are you Meng Ziheng's Apprentice?”Song Ye solemnly ground paralysis face, ”be regarded as.”

Mencius Heng winked, but he didn't remember when he taught song Ye's calligraphy, and his affection for his master and apprentice.

”Well, I will compare with you. If I defeat you, Meng Ziheng must compete with me.” Bai Wenbo also did not hesitate, as a game of customs clearance, his ultimate goal is still Mencius Heng.

Song ye did not agree to such conditions, went to the desk, where Fu tong'er spit out two words, ”excuse me.”

Fu tong'er is stiff. Subconsciously, she does not surpass Bai Wenbo when she looks at Mencius Heng on her side. Is it really necessary to make song ye, who has only two months' skill, disgrace here?

But Mencius Heng is still, he stood quietly behind the song ye, like a silent Cang song song song song song song, for the people in front of the escort.

Fu tong'er is not willing to blow song ye down in such an occasion.

When the Xuan paper was repainted, Meng Ziheng personally selected a brush for song Ye. However, the latter selected a large woolen hair on his own. Seeing that the former was stunned, ”your characters are in Liuti style, which is not suitable for using a thick brush.” And it's the same kind of wolf hair.

Song Ye is the old God in, you said, ”then change a font.”

What? Mencius Heng one Zheng, then is a burst of surprise, ”you still can other?”

Song Ye nodded, Langhao brush in the inkstone to dip ink freely, some ink spots splash out, not very beautiful.

”Tut, it's a waste of good things.” The literati and refined scholars who were present felt vulgar for a long time.