Chapter 2140 - 1241: Face-Slapping 2
Chapter 2140: Chapter 1241: Face-Slapping 2
"The Empress’s son has definitely been personally taught by her, his skills must be impressive. Little Crown Prince, go for it, bring glory to our Huaxia, defeat those R country brats!"
"Come on, Crown Prince, your handwriting must at least live up to your looks. Don’t embarrass our Huaxia!"
"Look down on us, huh? Slap their faces hard!!!"
"..."
On site, Meng Songbai was already fuming with rage. Master Qi’s words were clearly suggesting that Lu Qixiu was all show and no substance!
Feeling that one of his favorite little kids was belittled, Housekeeper Meng was extremely furious!
Lu Hualiang’s expression remained unchanged, but his usually indifferent gaze grew even colder.
He looked at Master Qi with eyes now layered with frost.
His son was not someone anyone could talk about lightly.
Xia Weibao glanced casually, as if seeing the trolls she had once dealt with.
Why so naughty? They would be taught how to behave.
What was supposed to be an ordinary calligraphy exchange, Master Qi’s words made everyone sense something unusual, and the guests on site were excited.
Indeed, it was a war without smoke and fire!
Soon, a new set of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone was placed on the table. Lu Qixiu walked to the table, looking at the tabletop that reached his chest, frowning his little brows together.
So high, how could he write?
Master Qi, having just lost face, was feeling upset and wanted to leave Lu Qixiu hanging for a while, not arranging for a chair for him.
Wanted him to taste the flavor of embarrassment too!
Lu Qixiu glanced at him, seemingly understanding his intentions, but didn’t get annoyed.
He walked to the chair behind, looked at the solid wood chair half his height, grabbed the two chair legs with both hands, and just lifted it up.
Everyone, "..."
Whoa!
This little kid grew up eating Hercules snacks or what!
Such a big chair, probably heavier than his small frame, right?
Just lifted it so effortlessly?
Such a tiny figure, seemed like a mountain weighing on him, looking a bit pitiful.
"What’s going on, how could Master Qi let a four-year-old kid move a chair, is this R country’s hospitality?"
"Probably just lost face to the little guy, wants to make it tough for him, huh?"
"Can’t be, are they really that petty, and he calls himself a master of calligraphy..."
The people in the audience did not bother to lower their voices, the words reaching Master Qi’s ears, turning his face completely dark.
The Young prince naturally heard these words as well, and with a flicker of thought, he deliberately staggered with his feet, body wobbling, then with a thud, fell down.
Then quickly got up again, picked up the chair, and continued to walk forward.
That fall sure pained the hearts of the people on site, making them increasingly dissatisfied with Master Qi.
How shameful for someone his age to bully a child.
Xia Weibao covered her face; such a cunning child, definitely not taught by her.
Feeling that Master Qi’s image had been sufficiently ruined, Lu Qixiu set the chair in place, then casually grabbed a brush.
Not "take," but "grab," just like a child spotting a beloved toy, holding onto it tightly, without any appearance of going to write calligraphy.
Then, with a naive face, he looked at the five proud disciples of Master Qi behind him.
Somewhat shyly, he said, "Big brothers and sisters, I’m not very good at writing. If I do it poorly, please don’t laugh at me."
His little cheeks were flushed, his eyes filled with bashfulness.
The five of them, being the Proud Sons of Heaven, were lifted to this position at such a young age, naturally possessing a somewhat inflated nature.