It didn't take long, and the fat little boy Han Yong took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table.

At this time, the little fat man sat next to him and didn't leave. He stared at Wang Lei blankly, his eyes were excited, and there was a strong admiration in his eyes. Whether it was Wang Lei's achievements or Wang Lei's appearance and physique, it made the little fat man admire him. The little fat man couldn't help but sigh in his heart that a man like his brother-in-law is a real man!

Han Mengyu smiled and waved her hand, "General Wang, please!"

Wang Lei was not in a hurry and said, "If you want to start writing, you will naturally grind the ink first. The eldest lady is a person who is proficient in calligraphy and painting. I think it is a top-notch to grind ink, so please grind the ink for you."

"you……"

Han Mengyu's eyes turned and ordered: "Han Xiaopang, grind ink!"

"Okay!"

Han Yong immediately stood up, feeling overwhelmed and extremely excited.

It is unavoidable to polish ink for idols.

Wang Lei waved his hand to stop him, staring at Han Mengyu and said, "The second young master doesn't need to do it. It is more appropriate for the eldest lady to do it by herself. I believe that my handwriting should be better."

Wang Lei looked at Han Mengyu, and a provocative look appeared on the corner of his mouth. You said I can't write and I can't read. I will clean up you first, dispel your arrogance, and let you polish the ink.

Han Mengyu thrust her small chest and felt angry.

The little fat man stood beside him, looked at his sister Han Mengyu, and then at Wang Lei, who was both idol and brother-in-law. He was stuck in the middle and was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether to polish the ink. Helplessly, he could only lower his round head and wait and see what happened. However, the little fat man was excited and said in his heart that his brother-in-law is worthy of being his idol, and he dared to argue with his sister who was extremely tough on him. It was so amazing.

Han Mengyu is gentle and elegant, but in front of the fat man Han Yong, he ate Han Yong tightly.

Han Mengyu's eyes were tough, Wang Lei smiled, and the two of them faced each other in a tit-for-tat way.

"Okay, I'll grind the ink!"

Han Mengyu was depressed and agreed to Wang Lei's request.

Han Yong even called his brother-in-law majestic and domineering, which made Han Mengyu's ink look in an incredible expression. Han Mengyu gave in and watched the situation secretly at the corner of the corridor, and Han Fu and his wife were relieved. Especially when they saw their arrogant daughter polishing ink for Wang Lei, they felt incredible.

Looking at each other, Han Fu said excitedly: "Madam, Wang Lei is really the fateful person of our Mengyu! She is arrogant and even my father refuses to make her polish ink. Now she takes the initiative to polish ink for Wang Lei. It's incredible, incredible!"

Han nodded and praised, "My husband has a good vision and has chosen a good son-in-law." This immediately hit Han Fu's itchy place, and Han Fu showed a proud expression on his face.

I'm afraid Han Fu wouldn't have thought of this scene.

At first, Wang Lei intercepted Zhang Cheng, and Han Fu wanted to kill Wang Lei. Later, Han Fu appointed Wang Lei as the county magistrate of Wuji County, and also wanted to kill people with a knife. Later, Wang Lei made great contributions and was valued by Han Fu, but Han Fu still looked down on him and even feared Wang Lei... Gradually, the matter has developed to the present, but Han Fu regards Wang Lei as his son-in-law, and his life experience is really incredible.

Han Fu stared at the people in the pavilion and felt a little expectant.

At this moment, Han Mengyu gritted her teeth. While she was grinding ink, there was someone beside her chanting.

"The ink grinding is light and slow, which is good, and the ink grinding method is correct."

"When grinding the ink strips is fine and silent, it is a good ink!"

"The index finger of the ink is placed on the top of the ink, and the thumb and middle finger are clamped on both sides of the ink strip. When grinding the ink lightly, it is a little heavier when pressing it... The eldest lady's posture of grinding the ink is like being sick, good, good, this is exactly the way of grinding the ink... The speed of grinding the ink will slip too fast, causing it to be unable to grind. It is correct, and she is worthy of being a lady of a noble family."

Wang Lei stood beside him and kept evaluating, quite leisurely.

This action made Han Mengyu feel so angry that she wanted to throw Wang Lei into the lotus pond.

The little fat man stared at Wang Lei and asked, "Brother-in-law, how do you know so much?"

Wang Lei smiled, but Han Mengyu's body stiffened.

At this pause, Wang Lei immediately reminded: "Madam, grinding ink can be slow, but it is not the time to stop. The concentration of ink is obviously not enough. Madam, continue! Continue!" Han Mengyu continued to grind ink, but at this time, huge waves broke out in her heart. Han Mengyu subconsciously believed that Wang Lei was not illiterate and looked down on Wang Lei, and even looked down on Wang Lei.

Wang Lei’s comments just now changed Han Mengyu’s view.

Being able to tell the skills of grinding ink is enough to prove that Wang Lei is not a illiterate person and does not read.

Can people who don’t know big words understand the skills of grinding ink?

"Maybe, he memorized it, but he couldn't write?" The girl's mind was always unstable. She was unwilling to admit her mistakes and found a reason to convince herself.

It took a long time to grind the ink. Han Mengyu finished grinding the ink and had already had fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Her arms were sore and her body was a little stiff.

"Little Pang, please wipe your sister's sweat!"

Wang Lei gave the order, and the fat man immediately took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to prepare for action.

Before Han Yong could reach out, Han Mengyu quickly stopped her. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat beads on her forehead. Her eyes at Wang Lei changed a little.

This person can care about her considerately, and is not a rude man who doesn't understand the charm.

Han Mengyu's desire to win and lose was the upper hand, and she said, "General Wang, Mo is ready, it's your turn."

She stared at Wang Lei with her eyes provocative.

Wang Lei smiled gently and picked up a brush placed beside him. Wang Lei opened his feet, took a step forward with his right foot, and stood steadily. He held the pen in his right hand and pressed Cai Hou paper on the round table with his left hand. His upper body leaned forward slightly and his eyes looked down. This action made Han Mengyu's eyes lit up.

Wang Lei's posture of standing and writing is exactly the same. He looks like a person who has been immersed in for many years.

This time, Han Mengyu became even more confused.

Does he really know how to write?

Wang Lei smiled slightly, dipped the brush in his hand into ink, calmed down, and began to write. The fat man also stared at the words below and slowly muttered: "The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty was passive, and the people had not returned from the Long March; but the flying general in Longcheng was here, so he would not teach the Hu horse to cross the Yinshan Mountain." After the words came, the fat man nodded, but shook his head again, not understanding much.

However, Han Mengyu was stunned and stared at the words on the round table.

Not to mention the quality of this poem, Han Mengyu was amazed by this word on the paper. She was staring at Wang Lei's writing, and the whole process was completed in one go, and the strokes were like iron and silver hooks, strong and dignified. Moreover, Han Mengyu had never seen such a Yan style character, and she felt that the word in front of her could not write it even if she had a lifetime of strength.

For a moment, Wang Lei's image in her heart changed instantly.

The look at Wang Lei was even more complicated.

Wang Lei laughed, but said in his heart: Wang Changling, Wang Changling, don’t blame me, there is really nothing in my stomach and I can’t write poems, so I can only borrow it.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from behind Wang Lei.
Chapter completed!