The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

Wu Jiang's physique is stronger than that of ordinary women.

He Chucai still remembered how he was carried all the way just now, subconsciously covered his collar, and took two steps back.

The others were also weak scholars who had no strength to restrain a chicken. They were a little nervous when they saw Wu Jiang stepping forward.

Someone boldly said sharply: "What are you doing! Do you think you can't beat us and are going to be rough?"

Wu Jiang squinted at them, and silently picked up the piece of rice paper on the ground.

"Hey! That's my paper!"

Wu Jiang glared at him, the man didn't dare to say anything, and silently took out another piece of paper from his book bag.

Someone beside him has already ground it for him.

Wu Jiang held the paper and walked in front of Wei Rou.

"Son."

Wei Rou nodded: "you and Wenqing spread out this piece of paper and hold it."

The warmth immediately understood, went forward and Wu Jiang pinched one end of the rice paper and spread it in mid-air.

When He Chucai saw her fighting like this, his heart skipped a beat. He always had a bad feeling, but he didn't believe that his side would lose.

"Young master, put your words here first. This is compared to words. If the handwriting is ugly, you should quickly admit defeat. When the time comes, kneel down and kowtow ten times to Xiaoye, and Xiaoye will not care about you."

Wei Rou glanced at him lightly.

"Then what if you lose?"

He Chucai snorted coldly: "Young master will not lose! If you lose, I will kneel down and call you grandpa three times!"

Wei Rou chuckled.

"I don't need you to kneel down and call grandpa, just take off your clothes and run around this Hetang Academy."

He Chucai: "..."

He said angrily: "You win the young master first!"

Wei Rou's eyes were a little cold.

"Then stop talking nonsense and start."

After saying that, He Chucai's "Military Adviser" was already sitting on the lawn, stretched out his feet without shoes and socks, clamped the special brush, and danced on the rice paper like clouds and flowing water.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiang and Wen Qing couldn't help sighing inwardly. This man really has unique skills.

Wei Rou glanced at it, was noncommittal, and turned her head to greet the birds.

Not long after, these birds picked up a writing brush dipped in ink from nowhere, and they dragged the writing brush and began to dance up and down on the rice paper.

He Chucai and others were shocked when they saw this scene.

It's not that they haven't seen a clever bird, but they haven't seen such a human-like bird that can even cooperate with writing.

He Chucai could only pray in his heart, this word was definitely not good-looking.

But soon, he realized that he was thinking too much.

The handwriting looks like it was carved, with powerful strokes and majestic momentum. There are only four big characters - Hetang Academy.

Turning around to look at the handwriting written by my own feet, although it is better than the general handwriting, but it is written with feet, not so correct, and a bit twitchy.

The man was obviously in a hurry. Seeing a group of birds writing better than himself, the soles of his feet were sweating. The brush kept slipping and almost ruined the entire paper.

Wei Rou has finished writing, and the birds are chirping around Wei Rou to ask for credit.

Wei Rou took out a sewn embroidered bag from her sleeve, took out some food from it and put it in her palm, a group of birds neatly lined up to take her share of food in her palm.

He Chucai's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene.

The man of God who wrote with his feet finally wiped off the sweat from his forehead, took off the pen, and said bravely, "I'm done."

He Chucai glared at him angrily, of course he knew it was over!

Knowing that he lost!