Jin Tingjiao

Chapter 169 Who Can Think?

Song Jiao herself is considered an expert, and her heart sank when she saw this picture!
How can this word can only be summed up with a good word?
As the saying goes, seeing characters is like seeing people. This painting is pure and clear, like a mountain stream and waterfall without dust, and like clouds in the sky stretching freely. Not to mention the strength of the writing, the charm alone is enough to compare her sharpness go down!
She looked towards the table in the north, and saw that including Han Dun, the little emperor and all the officials couldn't hide their astonishment!
The rest, including He Lanzhun and the nearby high-ranking officials, as well as the people at Wen Chan's table, seemed to have no idea what to say!

Even Xiao Huai, who is easy to hide his emotions and anger, has extremely deep eyes at this moment, and his gaze is directed at Shen Xi who is standing calmly on the left, wondering what he is thinking...

Apart from glancing at the Empress Dowager Zheng twice, Shen Xi only looked at Wen Chan on the seat intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Chan was sitting upright, clasping her hands, but her nails almost broke her palms!
She hadn't felt this panic for many years, but Shen Xi's words made her heart jump!

What made her startled was not the handwriting itself, but her whole being!

Her whole body, gestures, gestures made her feel a little familiar, so familiar that once she was distracted, she would mistakenly think that Zhang Ying was standing in front of her eyes!
For more than 60 years, the only woman of her age who is not afraid of any occasion is Zhang Ying!
Even though 50 years have passed, she can't remember Zhang Ying's words, but she stands there far away, but she is no different from the one who stood among thousands of people in the past!
Could she be a ghost?
She even had such an absurd idea!

She closed her eyes, opened them again, and forced out another breath.

If she was a ghost, how could she stand under the sun without changing her color?

She is not a ghost!

Who is she then? !
"Miss Shen, please come here and let me have a look." She tried her best to stabilize her emotions and ordered Han Ning.

Fifty years of cultivation had been enough for her to cover up the turmoil in her heart, but being able to cover up did not mean she could calm down.

Han Ning was also very surprised by Shen Xi, but she was about to get up, but when she saw Han Dun on the other side, he had already stepped down.

When Han Dun arrived on the stage, the discussions from all sides fell silent again.

Xiao Huai, who put one hand on his knee and said nothing, stared down, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Su Yan turned his head to look at him frequently, and his expression was not at all relaxed.

Song Jiao lost a lot of face today, with countless pairs of eyes watching, even if the empress dowager and the little emperor wanted to protect the face of the Han family and sentenced Song Jiao to win, it would not be able to stop Youyou's mouth.

Moreover, Shen Ruopu is also a dignified third grade, and most of the people present here are officials with lower ranks than him. Even if they have to flatter Han Dun on the surface, they still have a reputation in their hearts.

If Song Jiaoying was sentenced today, what other way for low-level officials like them to survive besides relying on the Han family in the future?
The point is, who can guarantee that they will not make any mistakes on the road of flattery?

It's smaller than a test, but it's a major political issue. Who doesn't think about themselves first?
So Shen Xi was sure of winning, and he forced Song Jiao to have no chance of turning around on the court.

But who can say anything about her?This is entirely the reason why Song Jiao forced her to come on stage, she never forced others to come on stage, and didn't allow others to be better than herself?

Therefore, it is not difficult for everyone to guess the depression in Han Dun, including the Han family.

Naturally, it was impossible for Han Dun to reprimand Song Jiao at this moment, so his purpose of going up to the stage was very intriguing.

Xiao Huai propped his knees alone, leaning his upper body forward, like a lion ready to go.It makes people feel that as long as there is any movement on the stage, he can fly over in an instant.

And here, He Lanzhun also closed his fan beepingly, staring at the stage.

Lin Pei at the banquet in the east couldn't see all of this at all. In his eyes full of shock and admiration, only Shen Xi was in his eyes.

Facing Han Dun who was standing in front of him, Shen Xi bent down and saluted.

Han Dun's gaze rested on her for a moment, then he walked to the writing and folded his hands to read it carefully.

Those who sat at the top had never seen the real ones before, but they were much better than Song Jiao's from a distance, and if they looked closer, they were indeed true. The charm from a distance, and the strength from a close look, which one is she? Neither lose.

"I don't know who Miss Shen studied under?" He still looked at the words, and asked her sideways.

Shen Xidao: "I have been taught by my father since I was a child, and I also ask Mr. Han Ge to give me advice."

Her handwriting is as good as Xiao Taishi's and Zhang Xie's, and she is good at changing, Han Dun can't see her.Even Wen Chan couldn't be sure.

Although it is difficult to convince the public that Shen Chong is a religious believer, so what?He's dead anyway.

Besides, shouldn't people be allowed to hide their clumsiness during their lifetime?

Sure enough, Han Dun turned his head and glanced at her, frowning.

Obviously this is not convincing enough.

But he didn't intend to delve into it.

After pausing for a while, she raised her lips and said, "Miss Shen is talented and admirable. I just don't know how the girl can make the sister-in-law fulfill her promise?"

Although it was said that Song Jiao provoked the matter, and she could only be regarded as unlucky to meet such a stubborn stubble, but it was also related to the face of the Han family after all.

If Shen Xi wanted the lion to open his mouth to embarrass Song Jiao or trample on the Han family, then he would obviously not agree.

Now he wants to see how she plans to maintain the face of the Han family?

Shen Xi looked confident, glanced at Song Jiao, suddenly stepped up, walked up to her calligraphy and said, "Miss Song's calligraphy is unique, and Shen Xi admires it very much. I also ask Miss Song to do me a favor and bestow this ink treasure on you." I."

As soon as she said this, not only Han Dun and Song Jiao were stunned, but even all the spectators were surprised!

Some of them hoped that she would take this opportunity to give the Han family a bad rap, and they also deeply believed that she proposed to set up a lottery earlier to make Song Jiao even more embarrassed, because they would not be the ones who would suffer at the time anyway.

And the other part was waiting to see how she would be unforgiving, before Han Dun gave her another heavy blow with his backhand!
Who would have expected that she would ask Song Jiao for a word?

On the field of victory and defeat, begging for a word from the opponent with the attitude of the winner, this is invisibly setting up a step for the opponent to protect her face!

This is the mind, this is the tolerance!

Although Han Dun had seen too many storms, his expression was suddenly relieved after hearing this.

No one would ignore her good intentions at this time. If she didn't do this, no one could say that she was not.And even if she took the opportunity to taunt Song Jiao and make some noise with her, as long as it wasn't too much, he would never blame her.

It's just that she won the lottery, and she also handed over Song Jiao's steps. The key is that she did it so generously, who would have thought of it?

Then look at Song Jiao who is biting her lower lip and standing there, in this comparison, she immediately sees the difference!

Empress Dowager Zheng squinted her eyes for a while, then turned her head to take the tea, and sipped it slowly.

She looked like an outsider throughout the calligraphy competition, her expression did not change much.

(End of this chapter)