MTL - Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills-Chapter 291 Face slapping begins! (two more)

  Chapter 291 Face slap begins! (two more)

  Lin Jing'an took advantage of the opportunity to look towards Song Yi's line of sight, and sure enough, he saw the old housekeeper Sheng who was holding a framed copybook.

   Facing such a respected and famous person like Lin Jingan, and the other party is at this age, even Mr. Sheng restrained his usual tyrant behavior, and explained one more sentence: "Sheng didn't mean that, it's just this word..."

   "It's just that the words in this picture are really good. Mr. Sheng just expressed his own point of view and didn't mean to target anyone." Song Yi took over the conversation and returned what Mr. Sheng said before.

  Although Song Yi has only taken over as the head of the Song family for more than half a year, his prestige is not too high, but as the head of the four major families in Kyoto, there are several people in Kyoto who will not give him face.

   Not to mention that it has been more than half a year, even when he was just a not-so-favored young master of the Song family, he was coaxed everywhere he went.

  Today, he was face-swept in front of so many people. Now he is full of anger and annoyance. Coupled with the fact that he feels that he has the upper hand, he is not even happy to maintain the superficial peace.

   Talking is not polite at all.

  In the same way, Mr. Sheng let alone now, even when he was young, no one dared to talk to him like this, and his temper suddenly came up.

   The phrase "Come here, throw this thing out for me" was already on his lips, but was stopped by his precious son.

  Sheng Shijing put his right hand on Old Master Sheng's shoulder, gave him a calm look, turned his eyes to look at Lin Jing'an, and said, "What do you think, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Jing'an didn't take the dispute between the two families to heart, since it had nothing to do with him, he nodded indifferently: "It must be a good word to be loved by Mr. Sheng so much. Now that you're here, let's take a look." it is good."

   Sheng Shijing beckoned directly.

   Immediately, someone put it on the shelf, and old butler Sheng personally hung up the copybook in his hand, and unfolded it carefully.

  Song Yi saw it, and winked at Song Yanxi.

Song Yanxi frowned, feeling that there was no need to compete with Mr. Sheng on an occasion like today, but at this moment, she could only take out the copybook in accordance with Song Yi's intention and hang it on the other side of the shelf. On one side, it also slowly unfolded.

   A few minutes later, the two stepped aside and displayed the two copybooks in everyone's sight at the same time.

  In an instant, the banquet hall was silent.

  Everyone has read Mr. Lin's handwriting. It is painted with iron and silver hooks, with a natural style, and it is more extraordinary than the previous copybooks.

  The charm is natural.

  Even after 18 years, Mr. Lin is already 80 years old, but his calligraphy not only has not regressed, but has reached a new height!

   Completely worthy of his reputation as a master in the calligraphy world!

   What surprised everyone was the copybook on the left.

The writing on the copybook looks like small regular script with hairpin flowers in one hand, but there is a bit more wild and unrestrained cursive script. The combination of the two is different from any font you have ever seen, but it has its own way of saying no. special flavor.

"This word...it looks really good, both in shape and meaning, but why is this font so strange, why have I never seen it before?" After a short silence, someone soon said their own words the opinion of.

   "It's not just the shape and meaning, it even has a soul. If you look carefully, don't you think this character seems to have life? It is indeed a rare good character, and it can catch up with the level of Mr. Lin thirty years ago..."

  Another person interjected, and realized something was wrong after speaking halfway, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

  Mr. Lin is 80 years old this year. Thirty years ago, he was 50 years old.

They still don't know who wrote the copybook on the left. If the other party is less than fifty years old, it's just in response to Mr. Sheng's sentence, "Even Mr. Lin couldn't write such a copybook at this age." A copybook"?

  Although what I said was the truth, Mr. Lin was on the scene, so it is somewhat inappropriate to say so.

   Fortunately, someone changed the subject soon.

"Don't tell me, this font is really special. It looks like regular script but not regular script, and it looks like grass but not grass. If there are a few more features, it is the famous gilt flying script back then. It's a pity that it hasn't been written in twenty years. The second person wrote the gold-plated flying script."

"Is it so easy to write a gold-plated flying script with all the characteristics of fonts at the same time? But it can't be said that there is no such thing. Twenty years have passed. Who knows if someone has already researched it, but just didn't show it? "

   "You're right. If others don't tell you, Mr. Lin's calligraphy attainments may have been learned a long time ago. It's just that the old man is indifferent to fame and fortune, so he didn't make it public."

   "How did I hear that some time ago someone had written a gold-plated flying book, a post with more than 100 characters, and it seems to have fallen into the hands of a family in Kyoto?"

   "Is there such a thing? Which expert wrote it? Which family fell into it?"

   "This... I can't remember it either. It seems to be some kind of star. At that time, I heard the junior in the family mention it. I didn't take it to heart, and I didn't ask specifically."

   "The master and the family are here today, here, look over there."

   "..."

  The voices of discussion came to my ears, although there were some doubting voices mixed in, but Song Yi could still hear it. These commentators all praised this copybook more than belittling doubts.

  Especially the sentence "I can catch up with the level of Mr. Lin thirty years ago", it was completely a loud slap on his face, which made him blush and his cheeks hurt!

  It’s fine if the person who wrote the post is over fifty, if not…

   Song Yi's face changed for a while, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

He wanted to say something to save face, but looking at the copybook that even a layman like him couldn't say a single word "poor", he closed his mouth several times, but still couldn't speak, and finally He could only look at Song Yanxi for help.

  Song Yanxi was very annoyed, so annoyed that her emotions were faintly revealed.

   Song Yi's impatience and self-righteousness was a headache, but as Song Yi's daughter, the second miss of the Song family, she was naturally tied to him, so she had to come forward to smooth things over for him.

Received Song Yi's gaze, she quickly suppressed the irritability in her eyes, gave him a comforting look, and then stepped forward and said: "It is indeed a copybook that can be so appreciated by Mr. Sheng, it is indeed a rare good handwriting , but Yan Xi has a puzzle, I wonder if someone can explain one or two for me?"

She stepped forward again, and her fingertips landed on the inscription in the lower right corner of the copybook, her voice was full of doubts: "This word looks a bit like the dawn, but it's not exactly the same. I don't think I've seen anything like this before." One word, I don’t know if Yan Xi’s knowledge is limited, or the person who wrote the post was too sloppy at the end of the day?”

  (end of this chapter)