When King Anding heard this, he was very angry, "You girl, what are you thinking about, why don't you know how to write?"

"Uncle Wang, you and Brother Jersey admire him." An Xiaowen disagrees, lowered her voice, and said with a voice that could not be heard from Duanmu Yawang's position: "Just now he treats my tea, you also hear how he is. I'm appraised. Such a vulgar person who knows how to write is a strange story."

"Okay you girl."

King Anding said meaningfully: "You don't want to see Young Master Gongyu. He can be famous as Ziyun City overnight. He must have a different response. Uncle Wang doesn't have a daughter, and I always love you, so can I still lie to you? "

"Uncle Wang will naturally not lie to me." An Xiaowen hugged Wang An Ding's arm and said coquettishly: "But Xiaowen really doesn't like him. We don't even know where he is from. If we really become what What's the matter, isn't Xiaowen going to suffer along with it?"

Where is King Anding who would let others say a few words? He touched her head and didn't pick up the topic of her, and said, "With Uncle Wang, where will it be your turn to suffer?"

An Xiaowen knew what An Ding Wang meant when she heard it.

She pouted, obviously a little unhappy.

However, she did not rush to refute his words. After all, this matter is not what he wants. Even if this Gongyu Deyin is attracted to her, she can just find a way to make him retreat!

...

Duanmu Yawang said that a quarter of an hour is a quarter of an hour, not much at all. A quarter of an hour hourglass was placed next to her. Before the sand was gone, she put a pen and took a stack of paper and walked out.

King Anding asked: "Master Gongyu, these papers are..."

"I will give you the content of the assessment for Patriarch Wan and other six people in a while." Duanmu Yawang said yes, seeing that only An Ding Wang Lingqing Wang and An Xiaowen Ling Xiaopeng were left at the table, and the other six people were missing and frowned.

Wang Anding raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Did the son come up with the question himself?"

"Yes."

Duan Muya looked forward to answering, but still had to speak, Ling Xiaopeng tweeted, and said ridiculously: "You, a 16-year-old man, actually asked Wan Patriarch a question, don't you think it's so insulting?"

"School Peng!" King Lingqing didn't want his son to be always yin and yang on this item, and warned: "Prince Gongyu is a person determined by the prince to be respected. You must respect King Gongyu, and also when hunting. I want to listen to the son."

King Anding nodded in agreement, and said seriously to Ling Xiaopeng: "Xiaopeng, King Lingqing is right, you, you are just too impulsive."

To his own father, Ling Xiaopeng, he can still refute a few words. If it is King Anding, Ling Xiaopeng dare not refute a word, and obediently said: "Yes, thank you for your teachings, Xiaopeng will pay attention next time."

"Um."

King Anding was very satisfied with this. He was qualified to dislike the people he invited to participate in the winter hunt, but if others disliked him, it would question his ability to choose people.

He couldn't be really happy.

Thinking this way, he turned his head and asked Duanmu Yawang: "My son, since you have already finished the question, then do it according to your wishes."

"Okay." Duanmu Yawang replied, thinking of something, took two of the papers from her hand and handed them to King Anding, saying: "Deyin doesn't know much about Dongxue and Donggongshan, so the problem is right now. If the conditions are met, I would like to ask the two princes to help see if it is reasonable to ask the question like this? Where else needs to be revised?"

After that, when King Anding took the paper, he took two more papers and handed them to King Lingqing.

King Anding and King Lingqing took the paper, reached out to take it, and looked at it carefully.

Ling Xiaopeng and An Xiaowen were also curious about how Duanmu Yawang made the question. One probe went to look at King Lingqing, and the other went to look at King Anding.

An Xiaowen looked at the paper and saw the words on it. She was shocked. Before she could speak, King Anding smiled meaningfully and said: "Xiaowen, your words are compared with other people’s sons and masters. There is no successful skill."

An Xiaowen bit her lip without answering, staring at the words on it for a moment, then looked sideways at Duanmu Yawang, "Here, you wrote this word?"

In some places, the ink is just doing it. If she didn't write it, could she see other people in the room also writing?

Duanmu Yawang was really upset about An Xiaowen's question, but due to her identity, she nodded lightly, "Yes."

Ling Xiaopeng was also surprised by the words on the paper. Hearing An Xiaowen's words, he wanted to hear Duanmu Yawang's answer. After hearing her confession, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

The so-called words are as they are, sometimes there is some truth.

For example, he and An Zesi have always been like a clown who has been jumping on the beam. Nothing is better than him. Every time he wants to be strong, he only ends up with a joke.

When I was a child, I started to learn calligraphy from a young age, and the one who got the most was the husband shaking his head and sighing: "The handwriting of the son, you have to work harder, otherwise you will be laughed at when you are older."

In fact, some things are useless even if he works hard. Since he was a child, even if he practiced handwriting again, he has been criticized after he came out.

Just like him, he has been making jokes. Even if I want to bear it, I can't help it.

After listening to Duanmu Yawang's words, An Xiaowen's eyes were somewhat complicated. Her lips opened and opened, she wanted to speak, but she didn't say anything when she thought of it, her eyes staring at the words reluctantly.

That's right, she just stared at the words, looked at the dots, and found that all of them had both strength and beauty. They were so good-looking that they couldn't be faulted in every stroke.

This is the best word she has ever seen.

none of them!

King Anding didn't miss the shock in her eyes, a smile was stained on the bottom of her eyes, but he didn't say anything, and continued to look at the content seriously.

The more he looks, the darker his eyes are and the more serious his face is.

Two pieces of paper, with no more than ten questions written, he didn't need to read it long.

King Lingqing too.

The two looked at each other, and both saw surprise from the bottom of each other's eyes.

Duan Muya saw that the two of them had finished reading, and asked: "I wonder how the two princes feel about the question? Is there anything that needs to be revised?"

King Anding touched the tip of his nose, "My son, to be honest, I won't answer some of your questions."

King Lingqing awkwardly echoed: "This king is too."

An Xiaowen just went to read the words, and Ling Xiaopeng also looked forward to self-pity in his heart, and did not pay attention to the problem. When the two listened, they carefully looked at the content on the paper.

The more they opened, the closer their brows frowned, "What kind of question is this? I haven't heard of it, how do I answer it?"