Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 215

Shi Wanqing was in a hurry to go back and change her clothes and rearrange her makeup. She didn't care who "Huang Wanqian" was.

Seeing that it was already too late, she said, "Yan'er, you take the carriage and go ahead. My mother will arrive soon."

Qiu Zhiyan dismissed the doubts in his mind and said, "Mother, my son can go by himself."

My cousin is already running a clan school at this age. It is said that from the renovation of the clan academy to the recruitment of teachers and students, they did it all by themselves, and the eldest aunt and second aunt never had a hand in it from beginning to end.

Looking back at myself, even Dian Mao still needs her mother to accompany her, which is really shameful.

But Shi Wanqing's attitude was very firm and there was no doubt about it, "You wait at the gate of Wencang Academy, I will be there soon. Don't act rashly without authorization. The capital is not as small as ours, and there are noble families everywhere here." If you don’t, you’ll offend someone.”

Qiu Zhiyan hurriedly responded and got on the carriage to go ahead.

Where his mother couldn't see him, his face darkened.

Look, this is his mother!

She is clearly a timid and timid woman who insists on putting on airs in her parents' house and taking over everything in order to show her identity as the legitimate daughter of the Marquis.

In previous years, her grandmother would support her and make noises everywhere in the Hou Mansion.

Now that grandma is not at home, who will blame her?

Somehow, his cousin treated his mother like that, which made him feel happy, but he kept his inner joy very secret.

If the Qiu family had a cousin like him, my mother would not be so domineering.

In fact, he sometimes thought that he should not have won the first place in the case and the first prize, so that his mother could also taste the taste of failure...

Here, An Xia and others arrived at the villa designated by Old Master Huang as scheduled. There was already a housekeeper waiting in front of the door.

The butler came forward with a smile on his face, "But the carriage of Jian'an Marquis Mansion?"

Chen Yuan dismounted first and said, "That's right." Then he handed over the invitation.

The housekeeper hurriedly turned around and told the boy beside him, "Go and report quickly. The distinguished guest that the master is waiting for has arrived."

The boy got the order and ran away.

Huang Wanqian is already in his nineties. He has the legendary white hair and youthful face, and is full of energy. He looks at most sixty or seventy years old.

He was a little disappointed when he saw that the person who came was actually a handsome young man, accompanied by a young girl who didn't look like she had hair.

The handwriting of the manuscript had clearly been tempered many times before the "和书" font could be written as desired. How could these two children be able to write it?

Huang Wanqian couldn't help but ask, "Whose hand did the manuscript sent to me years ago come from?"

The girl took a step forward, feeling slightly blessed, "Returning to Master, it's a manuscript written by An Xia. An Xia accidentally heard that Old Master Huang was asking someone to look for an orphan copy. He didn't know if it was in this font, so he boldly borrowed the manuscript and asked."

Huang Wanqian, who has retired, is hard to find, and the descendants of the Huang family may not all be discerning.

The manuscript fell into Huang Wanqian's hands in the first few days, and he was so amazed that he wished he could go to the Jian'an Marquis Mansion that night to find out what happened.

The descendants of the Huang family also felt that the Marquis of Jian'an came to the Mansion for nothing and must have some agenda.

After all, spring is coming soon, and Huang Wanqian can't stay out of it if he wants something unreasonable.

So everyone knelt down and begged Huang Wanqian to stay steady and not move rashly, and that's how today's invitation came about.

In your own territory, even if the other party wants something, they will not be too passive, and they will not be spread rumors by interested people.

Huang Wanqian was extremely surprised, with doubts in his eyes. In fact, because the girl is too young, it is impossible for her to write such fluent and skillful "Japanese script" handwriting.

A girl in Tsing Yi stepped forward with her head held high and said, "Since it is a girl's handiwork, do you dare to compete with me?"

"Ning'er! Don't be rude!" Huang Wanqian shouted.

This girl in green is none other than Huang Wanqian's great-granddaughter Huang Sining. She is about the same age as Shi Anxia. She is the best at writing "和书" among the descendants of the Huang family.

With her "和书" calligraphy, she was very proud in front of her great-grandfather, and she usually regarded herself as the leader in inheriting the "和书" calligraphy.

But I never expected that my great-grandfather would be stunned when he saw a manuscript of the Marquis of Jian'an Mansion. I held the manuscript and looked at it all day long, studying it in detail. After reading it for a long time, I became obsessed with it, and even let out a surprised sigh.