Turning his head, I saw Madam Li San dressed in military uniform, with a short sword hanging on her waist, holding a long bow in her hand, tied her hair like a man, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her skin color was comparable to my girl. Well, I have to say that she dressed like this, she was indeed very heroic.

"Don't worry, third sister, I'm appreciating the things that Brother Wuji gave me. By the way, brother, why did you write this poem about your folding fan?" Li Shimin stood up and greeted Li Yaoguang, and couldn't wait to come to me, spread the fan and asked me.

"Haha, at that time, I was thinking about my brother watching the moonlit night, so I put it on the fan. Later, I felt that it was a bit flawed to have poetry but no paintings to respond to it. So I took this fan to Beicheng..."

This young master talked and told me about what happened that day. Not to mention Li Shimin, even Li Yaoguang, who had just arrived, was dazzling and confused. When he looked at me, there was a little strangeness.

"It's true, I really didn't expect that when I heard my father talk about the anonymous masterpiece of the eldest son, I was curious at that time. Why is this person the same surname as my brother? Haha, I never expected that it was Brother Wuji." Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh again.

"Your brother can write poetry?" Li Yaoguang came to my girl's ear and muttered quietly, but the pair of water eyes full of doubt stared at me, revealing a bit of curiosity.

"Of course I can write it. If you don't believe it, you see, this is given to me by my brother, and it was mentioned by him." He is worthy of being my own sister. He knows how to speak for my elder brother, who is like a father, and immediately came up with evidence and showed off to Li Yaoguang proudly.

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The performance of the Li girl was the same as that of Li Shimin. First, her eyes lit up, then continued to lit up, and then she looked at me with disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost. Well, although this description is arguing that he is self-deprecating, there is no way, this girl's eyes really hurt me.

Can't I write good poems? (Although plagiarism has been made since the future, the problem is that now the copyright belongs to me. If you have the ability to complain to the Time and Space Administration Bureau.), can't I write calligraphy that I have mastered with if I have the ability?

"You wrote it?" The girl from the Li family looked at me for three seconds and asked hesitantly.

I really want to say that you are not talking nonsense? But the question is that I must maintain a gentlemanly style. Since I habitually chant classical Chinese in the novel, my master's behavior and language have also tended to evolve towards the ancients.

I replied with a gentle smile, "Of course I am here to write."

"Uh, it's impossible? I haven't seen what you wrote in the past, right?" The girl from the Li family snatched my girl's fan, and while looking at Li Shimin next to her, she asked for verification.

"Three sisters, as the saying goes, "Sir, three days apart, should look at me with admiration." Li Shimin thought for a long time and decided to use an idiom to explain my changes.

"But I really don't believe it. How could he write so well in just a few days?" The girl from the Li family said stubbornly.

I was angry, do you think that Changsun style was not written by this young master himself?

"This is not simple." I was too lazy to pay attention to Li Yaoguang's confusing gaze, and walked straight to the desk table where the pen and mo were placed. In the slightly surprised gaze of Li Shimin and the other three, I calmed down and thought about it for a moment and then took a big stroke of my pen.

"The bright moon grows on the sea, and the world is sharing this time. My lover complains about the distant night, and I miss you all night long. I feel lovesickness all over the candles and pity the light, and I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear the gift from my hands, and I'm still sleeping and dreaming of the good times..." The girl's crisp and ethereal voice sounded in my ears, and I read the charm of this poem in a while.

"The brushwork is powerful, square and powerful. Brother Wuji's calligraphy has really opened my eyes." Li Shimin, who had already sat down and looked at this poem, couldn't help but sigh. "I love calligraphy very much and have seen many famous masters' handwriting. According to my opinion, my brother's calligraphy is not inferior to that of him."

It sounded like this young master was almost blinded by his eyes. This guy is the future Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. He will shamelessly use the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" by the saint of calligraphy Wang Xizhi as his burial object. This alone shows Li Shimin's obsession with calligraphy. It also shows that he has a high level of appreciation for calligraphy. Otherwise, why would he not use his calligraphy to bury him? Well, if he does this, it means that he is a pathological and extreme narcissistic patient.

In short, these comments from this guy are more than real money.

"It's so good, it's so well written, it makes people feel like they are standing by the rippling sea, looking up at the bright moon..." After hesitating a little, there was a positive sentence. This voice should be the Li Yaoguang who had just been skeptical. Well, it seems that this girl has a good literary and artistic cultivation, and she can understand the essence of this poem.

Before I could be humble or shook my body, I would like to give Li Yaoguang a look that you always know my master's calligraphy and talent. Li Yaoguang's question made me stunned. "Can you give this to me?"

"What?" He raised his head and looked at her in surprise. Well, maybe because she was close this time, her eyes looked particularly big. Under the slender, thick and slightly upturned eyelashes, there were a pair of beautiful pupils like black gems.

The plump lips opened slightly, revealing the crystal clear teeth that were about to be seen, which attracted attention. But the question is, is this girl asking this question, or asking for things like this?

"I like this poem very much. Can you give it to me, okay?" Li Yaoguang repeated, blinking his eyes and staring at me. After the voice turned soft, there was a strong sense of charm, like a red and soft hand hooked on my chin. The young master subconsciously nodded and agreed. "If you like it, just take it." Hey, why do I have to agree so easily? Could it be that this girl has learned some magic skills at a young age?

"Second brother, look, Brother Wuji has agreed, so your fan belongs to me."

"What?!" Li Shimin and I couldn't help but widen our eyes, and were stunned. Li Yaoguang said it very domineeringly and behaved very domineeringly. Anyway, Li Shimin could only watch Li Yaoguang pull the folding fan away from his hand and was unable to resist.

"San Sister, didn't you say you like that poem?" Li Shimin raised his hand, but seeing that Li Yaoguang had already inserted the folding fan into his waist, and his face was full of pride, he could only point to the calligraphy of the young master on the table with laughter and cry.

"Yes, I like this poem, so I originally wanted to accept this poem, but since I have already taken your folding fan, I also have this poem on it. If I take it away again, I would be embarrassed. So, I will give it to you." Li Yaoguang smiled and picked up the paper and handed it to Li Shimin.

"But you just now..." Li Shimin pointed at me, and I was speechless. It seemed that the two big guys and men made this girl play with movies.

"Just just now, you were thinking about how to get the second brother's folding fan away, right?" Li Shimin sighed again, his expression looking so sapphire and sad, almost catching up with Yang Bailao who was watching Xier fall into Huang Shiren's hands.

"You should give me such a good thing." Li Yao raised her head proudly, like a female general who won the battlefield.

"Okay, since Sister Yaoguang likes it, then you can take it first. If Brother Shimin likes it, stay in a few days and then ask my brother to give you one." Seeing the brother and sister performing like this, the girl who covered her lips and smiled secretly stood up as a peacemaker at this time.

"That's it, brother, you see that Sister Wugui said so. Do you still want to grab it back?" Hearing this, Li Yaoguang couldn't help but hold my sister's arm and laughed. Her watery eyes were circulating. It was like a fox who had secretly eaten a chicken. Well, it should be a vixen, otherwise, how could she smile so charmingly?

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Chapter completed!