After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan regretted it

"Yuan Xi, write it."

Fang Hongye was so stupid that he didn't even realize that the talented girls and ministers' sons around him were actually making fun of Fang Yuanxi.

This also made the Eighth Prince Zhou Jingyu raise his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.

Seeing this, Fang Yuanxi knew that she couldn't refuse, so she nodded in agreement and started to dip her pen into ink. Seeing this, Zhou Jingyu personally took a pressure ruler and smoothed the rice paper. Such a scene made the talented and beautiful people watching feel even more jealous.

Fang Yuanxi smiled slightly at Zhou Jingyu, picked up the pen and pondered for a moment, and then touched the rice paper with the tip of her pen. Her slender hands were beautiful and swayed gracefully. The pen and ink on the rice paper were like fish swimming in the lake, lively and joyful, but organized. Swimming on the rice paper.

"The brushstrokes are vigorous yet soft, as free as a swimming fish. What a wonderful calligraphy!"

The hearts of the talented and beautiful people watching were moved, and they stared intently at the brush in Fang Yuanxi's hand, which was like a sharp sword on the rice paper. After a while, a poem appeared on the rice paper.

"Good calligraphy..."

Zhou Jingyu couldn't help but admire it. He looked up at Fang Yuanxi who had already picked up the brush, and he appreciated it even more.

Those talented ladies and beauties were looking at the calligraphy and poems on the rice paper. Su Qingqian couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly and muttered: "Brands and flowers are mixed, and robes hang down the green river." Ask. Where are you going now? I am out picking dead lotuses..."

"What a poem..."

Yang Xuehai praised: "I didn't expect that Miss Fang was so good at composing poems on the spot. Yang admired her..."

For a moment, the talented people present bowed and praised one after another. Although they had evil intentions just now, Fang Yuanxi's strength was now proven, which had to make these ministers' disciples admire them, because Fang Yuanxi's calligraphy and the poems he made on the spot, Not inferior to Su Qingqian, those who know how to do it can even see that he is better!

"I am still better at calligraphy than Sister Su." Ye Simin pouted, dissatisfied that the talented people present were leaning towards Fang Yuanxi.

On the contrary, Su Qingqian herself had a slight smile on her lips. She looked at Fang Yuanxi and said with a generous smile: "Miss Fang's calligraphy and poetic talent are indeed very impressive. Qingqian admires her."

For a moment, everyone present fell silent. Fang Yuanxi saluted Su Qingqian and smiled slightly.

Guo Deyou and other ministers' disciples look at me and I look at you. How can we not see what Su Qingqian is thinking at this moment?

"Miss Fang and Su Cainv each have their own merits in calligraphy, no distinction is made between them."

Zhou Jingyu stood up and smiled at everyone: "Okay, everyone, please go back to your seats. I invite you here today to exchange poems, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, not to compete."

"What His Highness the Eighth Prince said is, come on, let's raise a glass..." Yang Xuehai picked up the wine glass, and everyone laughed and greeted Zhou Jingyu.

As a result, at this time, the eldest prince Zhou Yi, the third prince Zhou Jingxuan, and the fifteenth prince Zhou Fuchu came over and said with a smile: "I heard that the eighth brother is holding a cocktail party to meet friends here, why don't you invite us to participate."

"See His Highness, His Highness the Third, His Highness the Fifteenth..."

As soon as they saw the eldest prince, the third prince and the fifteenth prince coming over, everyone present stood up and bowed.

As soon as he saw Zhou Fuchu's arrogant expression, Fang Yuanxi's heart trembled, and his previous memories immediately emerged.

Zhou Jingyu glanced at her, then stood up to face the eldest prince and the others, hehe: "Brothers, the emperor has many things to do, how dare I disturb you for such a small cocktail party."

"What are you talking about, eighth brother? We have a lot of time to spare."

The handsome and handsome Third Prince Zhou Jingxuan is tall and tall. His robes set off his extraordinary temperament, and he has a slight smile on his lips.

"Eighth brother realizes that he is wrong, and I would like to invite you, the emperor brother and the third emperor brother, to take a seat." Zhou Jingyu smiled calmly, knowing that the emperor brother Zhou Yi and the third emperor brother Zhou Jingxuan were strong rivals for the position of crown prince.

"Bago, have you forgotten me?" Zhou Fuchu was dissatisfied with Zhou Jingyu's neglect of him.

"Fifteenth brother, you can do whatever you want."

Zhou Jingyu rolled his eyes at him, and Zhou Fuchu was disdainful. Then he turned his eyes and saw Fang Yuanxi sitting beside him with his head lowered. He immediately felt familiar and pointed and shouted: "You, raise your head!"

Fang Yuanxi's delicate body trembled, and her hands under the table tightly grasped her dress...

Fang Hongye next to him had a face full of anxiety. Looking at the arrogant and unruly fifteenth prince, how could he not know that he almost killed his sister back then, so he immediately turned to Zhou Jingyu for help.

The other ministers and talented ladies present were puzzled. Naturally, they and the eldest prince and the third prince did not know what happened back then.

"Fifteenth brother, Hugh is fooling around!" Zhou Jingyu glared, he was the person involved.

"It turns out it's you, you stinky girl!"

Zhou Fuchu took a closer look and immediately recognized Fang Yuanxi and shouted.

At this time, the talented and beautiful people present, and the third prince and the eldest prince were confused and asked: "Fifteenth brother, how do you know this talented woman?"

"Brother Emperor, Brother Third Emperor, she is a mute." Zhou Fuchu didn't expect to see the stinky girl from back then here. He suddenly became excited and pointed at Fang Yuanxi, who was lowering his head and his delicate body was trembling slightly. He turned to face the eldest prince and the third prince. The prince smiled.

"Fifteenth brother, you are so presumptuous."

Now Zhou Jingyu's face turned gloomy and he slapped the table angrily: "She is the daughter of Mr. Fang, the imperial censor. You must not be rude to others."

"The daughter of Lord Yushi."

As soon as they heard that she was Fang Liang's daughter, the eldest prince and the third prince knew who it was. They looked at Fang Yuanxi and said with a smile, "Eighth brother, she must be the talented woman who has become famous recently and wrote the poem about winter plum blossoms."

"Yes, brother."

Zhou Jingyu nodded and said, "Miss Fang was invited by me."

"That's it." Zhou Yi and Zhou Jingxuan smiled.

Zhou Fuchu looked disdainful, stood up and glanced at Zhou Jingyu: "Brother Bage, why are you protecting her? Do you like her?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Qingqian's pretty face was startled. She admired Zhou Jingyu.

"Bullshit."

Zhou Jingyu looked annoyed and pointed at Zhou Fuchu: "Get out, don't stay here and embarrass yourself."

"Humph, I don't want to stay yet."

Zhou Fuchu became even more dissatisfied, and then he looked at Fang Yuanxi coldly, turned around and left in a swagger.

"This fifteenth brother is really used to mischief. Eighth brother, don't take it to heart." The third prince said with a smile.

Everyone present also knew what the fifteenth prince was like, but they still didn't understand why he targeted Fang Yuanxi.

"Everyone, let's continue."

The eldest prince Zhou Yi laughed and asked the ministers and talented ladies to continue talking about poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting...

The drinking party didn't break up until the afternoon.

"Miss Fang, I'm really sorry. My fifteenth brother is reckless. Don't worry about it." Zhou Jinyu personally escorted Fang Yuanxi and his sister out of the house and apologized sincerely.

Fang Yuanxi looked gentle and nodded to indicate that it was okay.

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince, there is no need to be like this. We don't take it to heart." Fang Hongye bowed his knees and laughed repeatedly.

Zhou Jingyu nodded, said nothing, and asked the waiter to send them away from the palace.

After watching them leave, Yang Xuehai said: "Your Highness, you seem to be interested in this Fang Yuanxi."

Zhou Jingyu was stunned, turned her face and rolled her eyes at him: "I admire her talent."

"Haha."

Wu Mu and Yang Xuehai laughed: "It's obvious that you like me."

"Go, go, stop talking nonsense." Zhou Jingyu felt embarrassed after being teased by these two friends whom he had grown up with.

But obviously, he really fell in love with this Fang Yuanxi. Even though she couldn't speak, Zhou Jingyu didn't mind. Then he said to Yang Xuehai: "Find a teacher who knows sign language. I will learn sign language and gain knowledge. "

"Hahaha…"

Yang Xuehai and Wu Mu laughed again, and this time Zhou Jingyu's thoughts were all exposed...