Dear Commander-in-Chief



Unfortunately, only the palace saint thought so.

The other relatives at the scene didn’t dare to say anything bad about Yun Qiao because of the palace saint’s majesty, but they couldn’t praise her in a way they didn’t mean.

What kind of messy words did their daughter write?

Or could they call them words?

Sigh, no eyes, really no eyes.

At this moment.

The Butler came out of the study, holding a small and exquisite scroll in his hand carefully. It was about the size of a book and a handkerchief.

When they got closer, everyone saw clearly that it was a set of characters.

The butler smiled and said, “Old Master, as you instructed, I brought the calligraphy that you kept in the cabinet in the study.”

Old Master Gong nodded. “If everyone wants to see it, let them have a look. After all, it is the filial piety of the interpreter.”

Everyone was a little interested when they heard that.

They saw a couplet on the scroll. The font was small regular script. It was elegant and neat --

The fragrance of the wine and the fragrance of the flowers. It was fortunate to have the ambition to make a great achievement

It was time to celebrate the longevity of the Empire!

It was a very standard birthday speech.

Moreover, the words and the identity of Old Master Gong were also appropriate. He had worked hard all his life to start his own business, which could be considered a great achievement. He had given birth to a son, Gong Qing, who was once an ambitious man of his generation. He also had two grandchildren. All of them were promising, gong Jue was the sole commander-in-chief of the Empire, and the president, Gong Sheng, had led the empire to a prosperous era.

This couplet was very comfortable to look at.

“AH, is this the congratulatory gift that the old man said that Jieyu gave him?”

“Jieyu flew thousands of miles back and even personally wrote a birthday toast for the old man. It’s really rare.”

“This is the couplet that Jieyu wrote himself, right? Jieyu is really talented!”

“I’ve said it long ago. In the entire Empire’s entertainment industry, Qin Jieyu is definitely worthy of being called the number one sister.”

Amidst the waves of praise, everyone suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Eh?

The old man had always doted on Qin Jieyu and admired him. Why didn’t he say a few words?

Especially since Qin Jieyu’s handkerchief-sized exquisite small regular script was kept by the old man in the study cabinet. Logically speaking, the old man should be very proud to introduce it to everyone at this moment.

However..

Everyone’s gaze turned to master gong, only to discover that the old man did not pay attention to Qin Jieyu’s small handwriting at all. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Yun Qiao’s “Ghost Drawing Talisman”without blinking!

The more they read, the more their eyes shone with a bright light!

Everyone could not understand it..

Without Qin Jieyu’s comparison, they would at most feel that Yun Qiao’s handwriting was not written in words. Now that they had Qin Jieyu’s neat and beautiful small regular script, they were only short of saying that Yun Qiao’s handwriting was rubbish.

The old man was actually enjoying it so much?

What was going on!

Gong Xiaoxiao asked worriedly, “Grandpa, are you scared by such ugly characters?”

Only then did old master gong come back to his senses. He spat at her and twirled his beard. “Who dares to say that Xiao Qiao’s handwriting is ugly?”

Everyone:”...”

Did humans with eyes think that it was good to be ugly?

Old Master Gong’s eyes were still bright and proud as he waved his hand. “Sheng ‘er, come over here and read it to everyone.”

Gong Sheng Strode over to Yun Qiao’s side with his long legs, he slowly read out the “Tortoise characters”that she had written. “In the ancestral temple, when the emperor and the ministers listen to it together, there will be no lack of respect. In the village of the clan head, when the elders and children listen to it together, there will be no lack of harmony. In the boudoir, when the father and son brothers listen to it together, there will be no lack of affinity... for all six types of music, there will be five sounds in the text and eight sounds in the broadcast...”