Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

No one expected that Su Qiao would say this.

Don't you say, young and energetic, young people love to be strong and competitive?

Why is this little prince Su so cowardly?

The second-ranking man was silent for a moment, and said unwillingly:

"If Su Shizi thinks that painting is a waste of time, you can write a few words. It won't delay Su Shizi drinking."

He is second in the ranking, and he is only a seventh-rank official. How can this kid who is nothing at all be able to ascend to the sky in one step, conferring a third-rank congruence?

Is it because he is the prince of Suhou Mansion and he is only a student from a poor family?

Now, does he know how hard he works? How much did you pay?

Why can this kid just rely on a few paintings and a few words from Mrs. Xie to put it on his head?

The other Xinke Scholars had similar thoughts in their minds, and joined the ranks of persuasion tacitly.

"Yes, everyone is an official of the same dynasty and works for the emperor. It is harmless to discuss occasionally."

"I only heard that Su Shizi's paintings are very good, and I have never seen Shizi's calligraphy. Su Shizi will also let me see it later."

Su Qiao was in a bad mood at first and drank a lot of wine, but being so noisy from them at this time made it even more annoying.

Aren't these people jealous?

What are you talking about so grandly?

Do you think she rarely guards the door for that man?

To put it nicely, it is the guard in front of the palace, but isn't it actually a broken security guard?

Throwing down the wine glass, got up, and shook his dizzy head: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll just reluctantly write a few."

The Qionglin Banquet was originally held for the new scholars. Of course, the appreciation of poetry and paintings was indispensable during the period. Even the desk and paper and ink were ready-made.

Su Qiao was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe and a blue-silk jade crown. Before filing the case, she lightly folded her cloud sleeve with her left hand and was silent for a moment.

His slightly drooping eyes glinted in waves, and suddenly he turned his wrist, swiping his brush like a shooting star, drawing iron and silver hooks, and the vigorous and free words leaped onto the paper like a dragon and a fright.

This swipe-like movement, like a floating dragon, made people instinctively hold their breath, for fear of disturbing him.

"it is good!"

"A good sea is open to all rivers, tolerance is great, a wall stands a thousand miles, and there is no desire to be strong!"

The first to applaud was Mrs. Xie, who always praised Su Qiao.

Looking at the magnificent ink characters on the table, he stroked his silver beard with admiration on his face:

"Nature is free and easy, vigorous and powerful, and between the lines, an open-minded arrogance blows at the face. Nephew Su is indeed a person who can draw such excellent works."

Su Qiao was a little sober at this time, and bowed humbly: "Teacher Miao Zan."

Su Qiao's words are like regular script, but they are much more casual than regular script, a bit more free and easy, a bit arrogant.

Ordinary women, with weak wrists, cannot write such vigorous and powerful words.

So those who have read the words really have no doubts.

Even Long Jingyuan, who came over, showed admiration, but he did not doubt Su Qiao's gender at all.

"I didn't expect my nephew to have such high attainments in calligraphy. What a formidable future generation!"

Mrs. Xie really liked the young man Su Qiao very much. He had never had a deep friendship with others, and before he knew it, he had already replaced Su Xiaoshizi with a nephew.

"I don't know if my nephew's calligraphy treasure can be given to this old man?"

Mrs. Xie Fu Ben is still thinking about the day she will come to the door to ask for a pair of calligraphy, and now it's just right.

Su Qiao smiled lightly: "Thanks to Taifu's love."

Although it was because of Mrs. Xie that she was in the current dilemma, Su Qiao really liked Mrs. Xie, a truly broad-minded and talented elder.

"Hahaha, then I would like to thank my nephew." Mrs. Xie was really happy, and he was a little rude in front of the emperor.

King Jin didn't know when he came in: "Tao Fu, you are too quick to start, right? This king just delayed a little time because of something, and I took things away from you."