1725: The Rest Of My Life Is For You (3)

The Rest Of My Life Is For You (3)

Zheng Mohong:"..."1

He really didn't expect that the always upright and inflexible mo yongheng would actually have the time to play tricks.

But Mo Yongheng broke the precepts for his precious daughter, what could he say?

"It's only the first stage, don't be happy too early!"Zheng Mohong turned his head to look at the butler. "Tell him what the second stage is."

Before the Butler could speak, Mo Yongheng was already ahead of him.

"Dad, the auspicious time is coming. If we don't go back now, we might miss the time for the ceremony. The family head is already urging us."

At the crucial moment, in order to let him smoothly receive a wife, Mo Yongheng did not hesitate to bring out the old family head Mo. .

But it was useless.

Zheng Mohong lightly glanced at him, took out his phone and waved it.

"A minute before you rushed into the villa, I personally called the old patriarch. He said that although the Mo family respects traditional customs, they are not pedantic. When will you take back the bride? When will you pay respects to the court. Of course, we can not rule out the possibility of not being able to take back the bride. It would be a pity if we had to go back on our own."

Mo Yongheng:"..."

After confirming that Mo Yongheng had no objections, the Butler had already carried the small notebook forward and read out the criteria for the next test.

Zheng Mohong had already said that if he wanted to marry his daughter, he had to be able to be both civil and martial.

Mo Yongheng had just passed the test for "Martial". The second test was for "Civil".

The test was not difficult either. It was just for Mo Yongheng to write the calligraphy.

Within half an hour, he had to write 100 calligraphy pieces that Zheng Mohong had selected. The font and size had to be exactly the same as the original calligraphy piece.

Only when the two calligraphy pieces were completely combined could he pass the test.

When Mo Yongheng heard this request, his expression became strange.

He had been by Old Master Mo's side since he was young, and everyone knew that he was a good calligrapher.

Not to mention intentionally writing, even when he wrote, he was always a good calligrapher.

Zheng Mohong's request was difficult for others, but for him, it was really not difficult.

However, if he were to link the first stage with the second stage, it would be a real dilemma!

He had just defeated a hundred people. Although he wasn't physically exhausted, his right hand was still trembling slightly due to excessive force.

If he were to write with a brush now, his calligraphy would definitely go awry.

Not to mention a hundred calligraphy pieces, even one piece would be difficult for him to meet the requirements.

"Why? Can't do it?"Zheng Mohong's eyes twitched, he asked considerately, "Young Master Yongheng has sweated so much. He should be tired. Do you want to rest for a while? If you really don't want to participate, it's not that you can't. It's just that Yanyan..."

"I'll participate!"

Mo Yongheng gritted his teeth and agreed.

Everything was for his wife.

In Mo Yongheng's heart, calligraphy was the most peaceful.

He had been by the old master's side since he was young, and the old master had taught him this. When he was impatient, he would calm down and write properly.

Once he finished writing, his mood would be better.

But he had never thought that one day writing would become a kind of torture.

Mo Yongheng held the brush, and just as he finished writing, his hand trembled, and he skimmed out of the horizon.

The first piece of calligraphy was invalid.

He took a deep breath and started again.

When the second stroke landed, the tip of the brush did not deviate, and he steadily wrote half of it. One of the strokes was not steady enough, and the stroke was too heavy.

The thick ink almost soaked through the paper.

Another piece was scrapped.

At this rate, he would not be able to finish writing until the next day.

Zheng Mohong looked at it for a while, and as if he was tired, he waved his hand and ordered the butler to go upstairs and take down his tea set.

He sat in the living room and stared at Mo Yongheng writing.

Lest Mo Yongheng make any more tricks.

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