Chapter Thirty: Confronting the Son (Seeking Collection and Recommendation ~)

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  Wei Zhao watched as Fu Yang led the way to the inner room with a familiar air, his eyes extremely strange. The distance between them was not at all what friends should have, it was intimate and close!

  The little girl who was trying to look serious but was actually holding back a smile, lifted her foot and walked inside.

  Xiang Liang giggled and smiled, sticking out her tongue at the back of Wei Qiao's figure, then quickly followed up.

  The corridor is not very long, only about 30-50 feet, the windows are transparent, the marble is translucent, and the line of sight reaches straight ahead without any obstacles.

  Wei Zhao's expression was somewhat strange, he found that Fu Yang directly held hands with Yi Yun and entered the inner room.

  Bedroom!

  Wei Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on the living room outside the bedroom.

  A few stools, a square table, with pens and ink complete, the fragrance of ink lingers. On the south wall hangs a painting of a lady, the woman is gentle and delicate, smiling and looking forward.

  The little girl looked around curiously. Originally, a maid like her could only stay in the Wei manor for her whole life, but now she had gained a lot of experience following Wei Zuo on his travels, and whenever she saw something strange, she wanted to take it apart and study it.

  Wei Zhu stared at the painting of a lady, with some confusion in his eyes. There was no background, no poem, no title, and no seal. On the clear white paper, there was only a faint watercolor painting, nothing else.

  Wei Zhao and Xiang Qiang were busy with their respective research, while Fu Yang and Yi Yun in the inner chamber were not idle either.

  "Is this, really?" Yi Yun's face was full of shock, she usually gentle and calm, but at this moment her small mouth slightly opened, beautiful eyes blinked, her chest suppressed a tremble, the trembling sound filled with astonishment!

  "Hmm! So I've made him my master!" Fu Yan nodded heavily, using Wei Zhao's achievements to highlight the magnitude of his decision.

  After the shock, her jade hands patted the heaving and trembling chest, her pretty face still had a frightened soul, and she muttered to herself: "Ambitious and hungry for Huren meat, laughing and drinking Xiongnu blood, this, is it really what he did?"

  Pursed lips, instinctively felt the throat extremely dry, hastily picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup, gulped it down, one hand supporting the table, still feeling the thumping heart.

  "In the good old days, with a spear and horse, swallowing all like a tiger!" Yiyun muttered to herself again in a low voice, still unable to calm down her inner shock. She propped herself up with both hands and sat down on the chair, where her plump chest was still heaving with seductive curves.

  At the end of the Sui Dynasty, people were struggling to survive. The Taizu joined the rebel army with his humble body and fought across the country with all his might, eventually eliminating the remaining forces of the Sui Dynasty and defeating various rebel armies, and ascended to the throne. Five years later, he personally led an expedition against the Xiongnu chanyu in the north, winning a great victory!

  These words are not only majestic and atmospheric, but also directly praise the great ancestor. Thinking of Fu Yang seeing that old eunuch in the tea house, a blush rose to his face!

  Fu Jiong stood in front of Yiyun, looking at her delicate face that was still pale with fear, his own face set and determined, his eyes filled with longing.

  After a long time, Yiyun raised her head to look at Fuyang, with a hint of kindness in her eyes, and said softly: "Fuyang, you've grown up. Weizhao's momentum is unstoppable now."

  Fu Yan's face turned bright red with excitement, his eyes shining with delight. He immediately pounced on Yi Yun, hugging her and shouting: "I knew you were praising me! Haha, I did it this time, Father will never look down on me again..."

  Relying on the rhyme, he held him in his arms and gently patted his back, with a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.

  "Master, there is a line of words here." Xiangqiang leaned on the table, pointing to a line of elegant small characters on the white paper and whispered to Wei Zhao.

  Wei Zao withdrew his gaze from the painting of beautiful women, lowered his head and took a glance, when suddenly an acorn hit Xiangxiang's head. He stared with wide eyes and said: "That's called the upper couplet of a pair of antithetical phrases, you're making me lose face in front of Master!"

  Xiangliang hugged Xiaotou and said "oh", her face slightly red, but she didn't know that Weizao was intentionally retaliating against her for laughing at him earlier.

  Wei Zhuo's face fell, and he glared at her with a bad temper, lowering his head to look at the couplet on the paper with ink still wet, and couldn't help but feel surprised for a moment.

  "Boating on West Lake, I dropped my tin bottle into West Lake. Alas, my tin bottle!"

  This pair is absolutely incredible, unexpectedly it's from Yiyun's hand.

  Xianglian saw the young master's face relax, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared at the couplet on the table. He pursed his lips and whispered: "Young Master, can you match it?" Although he said so with his mouth, in his heart he thought that his own young master would definitely be able to do it.

  Wei Zhao raised his head and glanced at her, then immediately relaxed his eyebrows and smiled: "If it's an ordinary pair, I don't remember, but this absolute one, I've got it right here!"

  Xianglian's eyes lit up instantly, and her small white hands habitually picked up the ink stick and began to grind it in the inkstone.

  Wei Zhao picked up the brush placed on the inkstone, looked at the hairy tip, rolled it lightly in the inkstone, and immediately lifted his breath, writing large characters in a flowing style!

  "Walk west mountain lose shirt, shirt fall west mountain, cherish good shirt."

  As soon as Wei Xiao put down his pen, there was a hint of astonishing heaven and earth, and the ghosts and gods wept, in an eerie silence.

  The little girl leaned in with her small head, whispering softly, but immediately stood up with a red face and slightly lowered her head.

  Wei Zuo knew that she was illiterate and couldn't understand a word, so with a smile, she picked up her pen and wrote down four characters.

  Wei Zhao handed her the brush and smiled, "Come on, young master, I've also written a couplet for you to match. If you answer correctly, there's a reward!"

  "What's wrong with the young master of Wei?" As soon as Wei Zhao's voice fell, a clear and crisp sound like an oriole's song, gentle and elegant like jade falling onto a pearl plate, rang out from behind Wei Zhao.

  A faint scent of orchid wafted over, and Wei Zuo slightly wrinkled his nose before turning around with a calm smile: "It's just a game, Miss Yinyin doesn't have to take it seriously."

  Although Wei Zhao said so, Yvonne still walked over with a gentle smile, and when she took a closer look, her pretty face was slightly stunned. If Fu Yang hadn't revealed the secret of the tea house earlier, she would never have thought that Wei Zhao could match her absolute.

  "Walk west mountain lose shirt, shirt fall west mountain, cherish good shirt."

  Neat, in line with the artistic conception, is a top-notch couplet. She glanced at Wei Zhao's faint smile and silence, pursed her lips and smiled. Then she looked at the couplet written by Wei Zhao again, and couldn't help but be stunned once more.

  Two three four five.

  Just four words, four numbers.

  Yiyun raised her head, her delicate face as white as jade looked at Weizao for a moment, then her eyebrows furrowed slightly. The simpler the couplet was, the harder it was to match, especially since Weizao had written it. With the lingering shock still in her heart, Yiyun's mind began to think rapidly.

  Benevolence, righteousness, filial piety and brotherly love? No.

  Is it gentle, kind, courteous and humble? No.

  5432? Doesn't seem right either.

  Known as the number one talented woman in Jinling, a dozen antithetical couplets flashed through her mind instantly, but she didn't dare to say them out loud, biting her tender red lips and thinking hard.

  Wei Zhao saw that Yiyun was standing there silently and motionlessly, looking a bit puzzled, but still handed the brush to Xiangqiang.

  The little girl's small hand grasped the white onion stem, her eyebrows lowered and eyes cast down as she looked at Wei Zhao, slowly extending her right hand to take the brush.

  Wei Zhuo chuckled and smiled, looking at Xiao Ya's pen-holding gesture, he knew why Xiao Ya had been lowering her head all along.

  Xianglian was indeed shy, she had practiced brush calligraphy before, but she couldn't hold the pen like Wanyu, she always felt that her small hands grasping the pen holder directly were more powerful.

  Xianglian pursed her small mouth tightly and quickly began writing on the right side of Weizao's character, gripping the pen holder.

  Sixty-seven.

  Also four words, four numbers.

  Wei Zhao Fu Rong gathered around, Fu Rong took one look and couldn't help but laugh. This couplet is clearly not good, not to mention unrefined, it's just too common!

  Two three four five, six seven.

  This pair will probably make the geniuses of Jinling laugh their teeth off when it gets out.

  Xiangliang hung her head, pouted her mouth, and blinked her big eyes, with sparkling tears shining brightly.

  "Uh, yes, it's pretty good." Wei Xiao said with great certainty.

  Fu Yan's suppressed smile froze instantly, and even Yiyun's pretty face looked puzzled. This couplet wasn't something she hadn't thought of before, but she felt it was too ordinary, lacking the touch that would make it truly remarkable.

  She pondered over the couplet written by Wei Zhuang, it must have a deep meaning.