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

Chapter 217

Huang Sining has been praised and praised since she was a child.

When he was three years old, his great-grandfather praised him, "This child has talent." From then on, he practiced diligently morning and night, vowing to carry forward the "和书" font and make it the national script font of the North Wing Country.

She is ready to bear the burden and move forward, and she hopes to become a light that everyone looks up to.

At this moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and finally knew what it was like to be the light in the eyes of everyone in the Huang family.

But seeing that the girl was pretending, she only smiled slightly when facing the praises of her elders, and she couldn't even say a word of self-effacement.

hateful! How can there be such annoying and arrogant people in the world!

You must know that in addition to her great-grandfather, there were also several of her grandfathers and several uncles, all of whom were very influential among the literati in the North Wing.

In her generation, several of her cousins ​​are also very outstanding.

How could that girl have the nerve to stand among them, accept compliments calmly and pretend to be calm?

Huang Sining glanced at Shi Anxia's handwriting and felt that it was just like that, at most on par with hers.

Everyone must have flattered Shi Anxia politely because he was a guest.

Huang Sining convinced herself. Even so, the throbbing veins on the back of her hands still betrayed the anger inside her.

Even if you are being polite, can you not go too far? It simply enhances the ambition of others and destroys one's own prestige.

The Huang family has a strong character for generations, a master in the literary world, and the most sacred existence in the hearts of all literati.

How can you be like a humble person who has never seen the world?

What makes Huang Sining most angry is that it was agreed that it would be a competition, but the winner would be decided. Why didn't anyone take a look at what she wrote?

Even her father only focused on Shi Anxia's writing, let alone her grandfathers and great-grandfathers.

Even if her great-grandfather said she lost, she would admit it. After all, he is the guest and she is the host.

Humility is the culture engraved in the bones of literati!

But it shouldn't be ignored and forgotten like this. Huang Sining was filled with hatred and embarrassment, and her lips turned pale with anger.

What's even more infuriating is that her father Huang Haoqing was intoxicated by Shi Anxia's calligraphy, shaking his head and saying aloud, "If you want a tree to grow tall, strengthen its roots; if you want a river to flow far, dredge its source; if you want a country to be safe..."

"Let me see!" A deep male voice hurriedly came from outside the door, and in an instant, the cold winter air reached the crowd.

In an instant, Huang Sining's pupils dilated, her heartbeat stopped like a suffocation, and she seemed like she couldn't even breathe.

How can there be such a man in the world?

Wearing a black brocade robe that is tailored to fit her body, she has a slim and straight figure, and her steps are like the wind. His thin lips pursed into a thin line, and his cold white face revealed his sharp and handsome face.

The outline is like a cut, the eyebrows are like a painting, and the bright moon and clear wind are truly unparalleled in the world.

When the man pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Huang Wanqian's side, he completely forgot about etiquette and snatched Shi Anxia's manuscript into his hands, reading the manuscript almost at a glance.

His hand holding Mo Bao turned white from strain.

After a moment, his eyes fell on Shi Anxia's face, his dark eyes faintly dancing with flames, "Where does this article come from?"

Shi Anxia's eyelashes trembled, and she had the illusion of being caught.

But he quickly suppressed his fleeting feelings of guilt and panic, and opened his mouth to tell a big lie, "This article was also written by the ancestors of the Huang family, and it was called "Holy Virtue Table". The manuscript at that time was in the same font as "Heshu". The original copy was put together, but it was a pity that it was lost somehow. "