Just when Zhu Gaofeng was about to die of depression, Xie Yutong walked out.

"Su Mu, go in, grandpa calls you."

Su Mu then stood up with a smile, took Zhu Yiyi's little hand, and returned to the inner hall.

Zhu Zhouding and others looked at each other in shock.

He looked at Jiang Wangshu and said with a smile:

"Brother Wangshu, this guy is really a weirdo."

Jiang Wangshu's face was full of expressions that he could not recall the past:

"Zhou Ding, listen to my advice and keep a little distance from this grandson in the future. He will even cheat himself when he becomes ruthless. This is a lesson I learned with my blood and tears, brother."

Zhu Zhouding...!

Seeing Jiang Wangshu's constipated expression, he couldn't help but ask:

"Tell me about it."

Jiang Wangshu told in detail what happened in Mulan Field a few days ago.

On the one hand, it was to show Su Mu's prestige, and on the other hand, it was to show off.

After listening to this, everyone at the table had pale faces.

Especially Zhu Gaofeng, he felt a cool breeze blowing in his crotch, and all the drunkenness in his body disappeared.

Everyone knows that many people died that night, and those who survived became eunuchs.

But I don’t know what happened.

Especially when they heard that Su Mu actually used bets to induce the other party to cut their own chickens, and there would be rewards for more cuts, they felt as if they had seen a ghost.

With this operation, I am asking you whether you are sexy or not?

When Zhu Zhouding looked at Jiang Wangshu, his eyes were filled with sympathy:

"Brother Wangshu, you...are a real man."

Jiang Wangshu was so surprised that he didn't scold his mother.

In fact, I was scared to death at first.

Who wouldn’t be afraid after his life was thrown away by his brother as a bet?

Fucked.

As soon as Su Mu returned to the inner hall, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The eating and drinking is almost over.

A group of old men were preparing to go to the backyard to drink tea and relax.

Zhu Jianshen saw him and said directly:

"Boy, I heard that your handwriting is good? Come on, write a few for us to see."

Su Mu opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly:

"Old man, my three-legged cat will no longer make me look ugly. Otherwise, I will show you a chest-breaking performance?"

Su Mu finally found the feeling of not pretending.

very nice.

Ning Qingyuan's eyes widened:

"You kid, are you insulting me with these words?"

Several other old people and people around him looked surprised. Only Ning Erxian looked proud and whispered something to the people around him.

It was nothing more than talking about the last time Su Mu was at Dongyang University and wrote the words "forced to open for business", which shocked Ning Qingyuan.

Mo Ruhai, Chen Jinhong, and Chu Legong are all very knowledgeable and have profound attainments in calligraphy. When they heard this, they all immediately became interested.

This kid is really...!

What did you say?

What a treasure.

Found a treasure son-in-law.

Zhu Jianshen was obviously prepared.

Next to it is a side hall for rest.

The old guy grabbed the pipe and pot and waved his hand:

"Come on, show me your hand."

In the center of the side hall, a long desk has been placed. It is made of rosewood and is almost stained with pulp. It is obviously the desk in the emperor's study hundreds of years ago.

This thing, once word spreads around the world, its price is sky-high.

Furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties has always been a treasure in the collection world.

But in Yongle Hall, it's just ordinary stuff.

What is a broken table?

How many emperors were there in the Ming Dynasty? Are there too many broken tables?

The desk is very large, with four carved dragons and painted phoenixes, giving it an ancient charm.

On the table, pens, ink, paper, and inkstones are neatly prepared.

Ning Qingyuan walked over with a smile and said:

"Come on, come on, I will polish this boy's ink myself."

As soon as these words came out, even Zhu Jianshen was shocked.

In today's world, Ning Qingyuan's calligraphy is considered second best. Who dares to say that he is first?

There is something very particular about grinding ink.

The younger generation is the elder, the lower status is the higher status.

Master Ning Qing Yuan Ning, every word is auctioned for one million yuan.

He actually polished ink for Su Mu.

How virtuous and capable is this boy?

Even the heads of the branch clans who hated Su Mu were attracted, surrounding the table and craning their necks to look around.

Chen Jinhong and Mo Ruhai were not very convinced about how advanced Su Mu's calligraphy could be.

In their opinion, this is Mr. Ning, standing up for his grandson-in-law.

When word spreads about what happened today, just the fact that Master Ning polished his ink himself, it is enough to cause a stir in the entire cultural circle.

As for Su Mu’s calligraphy.

At his age, he should be able to write well, but it's unlikely that he would be able to write to a high level.

Calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, these things require hard work and continuous practice every day.

Why did Wang Xizhi teach his son to practice calligraphy by letting him finish writing eighteen large vats of water?

There are no quick fixes or shortcuts.

If you want to become a master, you must have talent.

How many masters of calligraphy have practiced it all their lives but never became a master until their death?

With Ning Qingyuan in the country, no other calligrapher or painter dares to call himself a master.

Because no one surpasses him.

Even according to Ning Qingyuan's evaluation, his calligraphy artistic achievements have already surpassed those of calligraphers who were more than a thousand years old.

After all, Ning Qingyuan took advantage of the strengths of many schools and had more knowledge than the Book Sage in the past many years.

From Mo Ruhai's point of view, even if your kid is very good, how old are you?

How dare you bear the master's ink grinding?

Here, everyone's emotions are very complicated.

Ning Qingyuan quickly polished the ink, and then praised:

"Good Mo, take a few with me when you leave."

Zhu Jianshen barely managed to avoid choking on the smoke.

The Zhu family has no shortage of antique jewelry and money, but not many of these four treasures of the study have been preserved.

In particular, this royal tribute imperial ink was exclusively used by the emperor and had a special name called Long Xiang.

A few years ago, the imperial capital held a Poly Spring Auction, and a piece of imperial ink from the Qianlong Emperor fetched a sky-high price of tens of millions.
To be continued...