Chapter 110. Complete victory, Meng Po's treasure
【grandfather! 】
Yunhua cried out in shock, jumping anxiously in his mind.
"Grandfather, you are using my body now. You can't call yourself an old man. And lady, please behave like a lady. You can't walk around so boldly."
Others: ...
[Oh, old man, I've been a man all my life. This is my first time being a girl. I feel a little unfamiliar.]
Yun Zhenshan put his legs together and began to twist his body again, mumbling in a low voice: "Hey, I was talking nonsense just now, it's my aunt!"
Yunhua regretted it and wished she had asked her grandmother to help her.
Nangong Zhao had a gloomy face at this time.
"This prince is not qualified. Then come here, Fourth Miss Yun, and let me see how good your calligraphy is."
He clenched his fists. It was the first time that his handwriting was looked down upon.
Grand Tutor Ning's hands trembled with excitement as he shouted, "I, I'll help you grind the ink!"
Taifu Ning skillfully spread the paper again, ground the ink, and finished the work in one go.
His old face flushed slightly as he stared at Yunhua, dipped the tip of his brush in ink, and respectfully handed it over.
Everyone looked at each other, and Nangong Zhao almost broke his teeth.
Why?
Why is Taifu Ning so servile to please this girl?
Yun Zhenshan took the brush and patted Taifu Ning on the shoulder in appreciation: "You, not bad!"
Yunhua stroked his forehead in silence, helplessly saying, "Grandfather."
[I know, I know.]
Yun Zhenshan said that he would only help once, and it was really a bit uncomfortable to possess his granddaughter.
When Taifu Ning heard the compliment, he couldn't contain his joy.
Lord Yun’s father, Yun Zhenshan.
Although he had never set foot in the imperial court, his name resounded throughout Donglin.
His calligraphy is priceless. If anyone owned one of his calligraphy works back then, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.
As Yunhua picked up the pen, the aura around him instantly changed.
The strokes are as powerful as thunder, and the brush strokes seem to be alive, full of power and rhythm.
When finishing the stroke, he lifted it up quickly, cleanly and neatly, but leaving behind an endless sense of grandeur.
"Good words, good words!"
Taifu Ning picked up the calligraphy carefully, as if it were a treasure.
Everyone gathered around to watch.
They can instantly feel the mood and momentum of the person who wrote the calligraphy.
Everyone looked at Yun Hua or 'Yun Hua' in shock.
“This… How is this possible!?”
Nangong Zhao rubbed his eyes hard, he couldn't believe what he saw.
It is impossible to write such characters without decades of practice.
How old is she?
Taifu Ning raised his head from his calligraphy and looked at the dazed Prince Huai.
I feel a little sympathetic towards him, but on the contrary, I am extremely grateful to him.
Without his provocation, how could he have obtained Yun Zhenshan's calligraphy.
Oh, what an unlucky kid.
I just hope his faith in Taoism won’t be broken.
【Grandfather, you are truly amazing.】
Yunhua clapped her hands. She didn't understand any of this, but from everyone's expressions it was not difficult to guess how wonderful her grandfather's calligraphy was.
[Keep a low profile, let's keep a low profile. ]
Yun Zhenshan smiled so hard that his teeth were showing in response to his granddaughter's praise.
He is still as good as ever!
"Yunhua" raised his head and grinned at Nangong Zhao: "Little...you, do you admit defeat?"
If anyone bullies his little granddaughter, Yun Zhenshan will make him know that there is always someone better than you and someone else under the earth. Even if he is buried in the ground, he will crawl out and deal with those blind people.
Although it is unfair to bully the weak with the strong, he is now using his granddaughter's body.
If you calculate it this way, he is just a child, so it doesn't count as cheating.
Nangong Zhao clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white from exertion. "It's just winning the first round of the competition, what's there to be so proud of?"
"Old...you will be so proud if your aunt wins!" He raised his chin, determined not to lose to his granddaughter.
Nangong Zhao's eyes were dark, and he wished he could tear her face of a villain to pieces.
"You chose the questions for the first round, so I'll set the questions for the second round."
"Can!"
Yun Zhenshan nodded in agreement. Although he was a little lacking in other aspects, couldn't his decades of experience be inferior to that of a green boy?
Nangong Zhao naturally had to choose the side that was beneficial to him in this round.
He looked at Yunhua, and his brows suddenly became confident.
"The second round is a memory test. We'll each find a book for the other. We'll have half an incense stick of time to see who can memorize the most passages. How about that?"
This is his strong point. He can remember almost two-thirds of the content after reading an article once.
The smile on Yun Zhenshan’s face froze!
Compare memory?
Damn it, he has used this brain for decades and it can't compare to a new one.
[My dear granddaughter, this... Grandfather can't help you, otherwise, you have to figure it out on your own.]
Yunhua's face in the consciousness also fell. She was a flower, but her memory was even worse. She could remember the first fifty words, which was her talent.
Why can't this bastard be better at reciting poems and writing couplets?
Thinking about the Book of Life and Death, Huahua has spent two hundred years learning to read, so the difficulty of memorizing this is no less than writing it for her.
[Don't be afraid, Huahua. I have a treasure who can help you cheat.]
The Judge Pen raised its proud little head and took out a black crystal ball from its belly.
This was what it coaxed out of Meng Po by its sweet words.
Meng Po likes to watch the ghosts passing by on the Naihe Bridge pulling each other's hair and quarreling with each other. If she finds it interesting, she will use a crystal ball to make a copy of it and watch it over and over again when she has nothing to do.
Another world seems to be called 'video'.
[Huahua, when you're reading later, I'll record it for you using the crystal ball. When you're reciting it, I'll read it to you in your ear.]
【Xiao Bibi, I love you so much! 】
In his consciousness, Yunhua held the body of the Judge's Pen and kissed it fiercely, causing the little pen's face to turn red.
【Bad girl! 】
The Book of Life and Death groaned, with a hint of loss.
The next second, it felt that its body was also hugged and kissed by Xiaohua, and the tips of its ears turned slightly red.
[What are you doing? Stop drooling on my book.]
Really!
Little Flower was also very enthusiastic, and it glanced at the grinning Judge Pen again.
Forget it, forget it.
It will give half of the flower to it in the future, because this crybaby is its partner.
Everyone's eyelids jumped when they heard the conversation between the three of them.
"Is Fourth Miss Yun scared?"
Seeing that Yunhua didn't respond for a long time, Nangong Zhao curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the embarrassment just now disappeared.
"If you feel your memory can't compare to mine, it's okay to admit defeat now. This prince won't laugh at you."
A one-to-one tie.
In the next game, he was determined to take control.
Everyone looked at the complacent Prince Huai in tacit understanding and shook their heads.
I hope you can still laugh later.
【Grandfather, leave it to me.】
As soon as Yun Hua finished speaking, he regained control of his body, and Yun Zhenshan also returned to the ancestral hall.
"Give up?"
Yun Hua scoffed and said coldly, "There is no such thing as 'surrender' in my life!"
[Yes, Xiaohuahua, you have our support behind you, don't be afraid, crush him!]
【Shushu is right, crushing it.】
Judge Pen held the crystal ball in both hands, and the dark light reflected on the faces of Yihua, Yishu and Yibi, like the three evil spirits in the underworld!
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