I couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to yell.

Qin Feng, who could not stand the interference, naturally couldn't pinch his pen. He could write the dull Song font in a irritable version, and many of the strokes were written in a wrong way.

It's hard to count as a word, but it's not worth mentioning.

Before the song was finished, Luo Cheng should finish writing first. He put down his pen and gently blew the ink.

And Qin Feng only wrote a line of words.

Soon, the song was finished.

Li Jiaoniang withdrew her fingers and looked at Qin Xi quietly.

Qin Hui's face was flushed, not knowing whether it was anxious or angry.

After Luo Cheng finished writing, he threw away the pen and pointed at Li Jiaoniang and said angrily, "She's doing it! This song is wrong, and the more you listen to it, the more you feel nervous."

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Why isn't this a very ordinary formation breaking song?"

Luo Cheng looked at the paper in front of him and chuckled, "You're making excuses when you lose?"

Zhao Cong also said, "Young Master Qin, do you know how to write? You say that this is not OK, and then you say that that is not OK?"

"I can't stand the interference of sound when writing. Without sound, I must write well." Qin Hui shouted dissatisfiedly.

Those who stood on Zhao Cong's side, such as Zhao Gui and Zhao Shicheng, began to attack Qin Shi again, saying that he was making excuses.

Others, such as Grand Secretary Mu, supported Qin Feng, saying that he had to be quiet when writing.

If you can't calm down, you won't be able to write well.

His grandson plagued 1,000 guan of money. If Qin Hu lost, it would not be money, but face.

Zhao Cong, Zhao Shi, Cheng and Zhao Gui immediately fought back, and even the wife of Hengyang spoke, saying that Qin Hu must be looking for excuses, but in fact he could not write.

Several other brave censors also talked about Qin Feng.

Qin Hui argued with reason.

The two sides waited and started quarreling again.

Empress Dowager Wei frowned, "Then I will write another copy. This time, there will be no sound. Madam Li doesn't have to play the pipa. Both songs are not very good. Ai's ears hurt when he hears it."

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When Empress Dowager Wei spoke, Emperor Gaozong said, "In this way, don't be happy. Luo Cheng and Qin Feng will write another copy and write a small chapter."

"Yes, the emperor."

Emperor Gaozong spoke, but no one objected.

Li Jiaoni also bowed and agreed.

However, she did not return the pipa, but still held the pipa and sat back on the chair.

Look at Qin Feng quietly.

Qin Feng hummed lightly, this time there was no sound interference, so he must have written better than the one named Luo.

The eunuch ignited a piece of incense again.

Luo Cheng and Qin Hui picked up their pens and wrote again.

The requirements for Xiaozun are not as high as Song font. Each Song font is as big as each character, and the horizontal, vertical, and horizontal, horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal, and horizontal,

Just write your own style.

Luo Cheng is best at Xiaozun. This time, he wrote the most relaxed way.

Without sound interference, Qin Feng also wrote the most relaxed way.

However, Li Jiaoniang didn't let him go.

From time to time, she coughed lightly.

Qin Feng heard her cough and subconsciously looked up at her.

It didn't matter when I saw it. When I saw it, my heart trembled violently, and my hands trembled.

I saw Li Jiaoniang's hand stroking the strings of the pipa, looking at him with a smile.

"Young Master Qin, why don't you write anymore? I am almost finished writing." As she said that, she raised her chin and pointed at Luo Cheng.

Qin Feng glared at Li Jiaoniang and looked at Luo Cheng.

That's not the case, Luo Cheng's poem has been written halfway.

Qin Feng felt panicked, took a breath, and continued to write.

But because I was nervous just now, my mind couldn't calm down.

In addition, Li Jiaoniang coughed lightly from time to time and pressed the strings of her fingers intentionally or unintentionally. Qin Feng always suspected that she wanted to play the piano immediately, but her hands trembled without stopping.

So, Qin Hui lost again in this competition.

The syllable characters that should have been written neatly were written in cursive style by him.

Luo Cheng finished writing and was blowing ink leisurely.

Qin Xun's face turned red with anger.

Qin Hui gritted his teeth and scolded his son in his heart, "I'm useless, why can't I write it well again?"

Even Wang was not satisfied, and his face was so dark that it was about to drip.

Qin Wu is an honest child. He said first, "Dad, you lost again."

Qin Feng wants to slap this son to death. Will he die if he doesn’t speak?

Do you have to expose his shortcomings? The turtle son's elbow always turns outward.

Li Jiaoniang walked over to look and smiled, "Young Master Qin, your calligraphy is not a sect style, is it a sculpting style, right?"

Qin Xu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Gao Zong said, "Jichang, go and get it."

"Yes, the emperor." Ji Chang walked over, collected the two of them and presented them to Emperor Gaozong.

He looked at Luo Cheng's word first and said to himself, "Good words!"

Who said that people in the countryside can’t write? Isn’t this one?

Looking at Qin Feng's words again, he shook his head secretly, and it was indeed true that Qin Feng was not from the old Qin family, so he was not like Prime Minister Qin.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Hui, how well written the words are written? What is Qin Hui doing?

It's not as good as the words written by the nanny in the palace.

"Three games, Luo Chengsheng." Gao Zong looked at the three decrees and said, "Qin Hu, you lost."

Qin Hui was dissatisfied and stepped forward and said, "Official family, my son's hands are uncomfortable today. Please let him compete again."

This is really cheating.

Li Jiaoniang sneered in her heart, and she said, "Prime Minister, what's the promised third game? Why do you have to compare?"

“…”

"I'm talking about the game, but Mr. Qin? Why did you lose? I'm saying that your hands are uncomfortable? Is this cheating?"

Zhao Cong, Zhao Gui and Zhao Shicheng were all very happy and congratulated Luo Cheng together.
Chapter completed!