Su Wanwan came to the door of the largest private room on the third floor with a smile, and heard a few familiar jokes from the room from afar.

The followers of several senior scholars were guarding the door. When they saw Su Wanwan, they bowed and bowed.

One of the middle-aged men dressed in charge turned around and wanted to inform him, but was stopped by Su Wanwan.

Su Wanwan bowed to the other party and asked politely: "Uncle Jing, are they discussing matters?"

The middle-aged man named Uncle Jing smiled and replied with a greeting, saying in harmony: "I didn't talk about anything serious, I just found a few amazing backward men. Several masters were intrigued and were evaluating here."

"oh?!"

Su Wanwan thought that these people would definitely express their opinions on the current difficulties of the country. Unexpectedly, today was the right time. Not only did they not "memorize others", but instead remembered to promote their younger generations?

Smiling and shook his head, Su Wanwan ordered someone to push open the wooden door.

A squeak.

The discussion in the box was paused, and several young men in Confucian shirts looked back angrily.

Seeing Su Wanwan in pink palace at the door, they were so scared that they quickly lowered their heads to avoid it.

The old man in the hall was stunned at first, then he showed a kind smile: "Haha, it's Wanwan here."

When Su Wanwan saw this person, her chin raised slightly immediately lowered and gave a respectful blessing.

"Wanwan has met Uncle Mi and all the seniors."

Facing the envious eyes of the young men beside him, Su Wanwan walked into the hall and looked around and happened to see Chao Buzhi with his eyes dodging...

"Hehe, Senior Brother Chao, long time no see. When will the five liang of Guzhu purple bamboo shoots you promised me be fulfilled?"

Chao Buzhi smiled bitterly and asked for help from Zhang Lei and Huang Tingjian on the side. Unfortunately, they tacitly picked up a piece of rice paper to block their faces, and moved their bodies to the side.

In desperation, Chao Buzhi could only get up and bow and said, "Junior sister, the tea is already in trouble... Come on, you sit down and talk. Brother Yuan Zhang (Mi Fu) is evaluating the poem, sit down and listen together."

Su Wanwan blinked at him with a proud look on her face, then walked to Chao Buzhi's position and sat down slowly.

Seeing that Chao Buzhi was tortured by this junior sister, Mi Fu spoke out and said, "Just just now, we talked about the ci card of this ci card, this ci card of Moyuer, well, Wujiu (Chao Buzhi), you have written a lot of ci card of Moyuer, so you can say a few words."

Chao Buzhi was ashamed of an amnesty and took over the topic, but felt it was not enough, so he simply left his place to Su Wanwan, and he walked to Li Gefei opposite him and sat down.

The rice paper written with lyrics was in Li Gefei's hands, and it didn't seem abrupt if he did this.

After sitting down, Chao Buzhi and Li Gefei smiled bitterly, and they looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Then, he took the rice paper from Li Gefei's hand, glanced at the vocabulary card, and then looked at the signature.

"Hey, this junior's calligraphy is awesome, with a bit of Yuanzhang."

"Haha, Wujiu, you're a little exaggerated. Yuan Zhang's calligraphy is a natural one."

"But it really looks like it." Chao Buzhi asked Li Gefei, who was beside him, "Uncle Wen, you are also proficient in calligraphy. Have you really not noticed any abnormalities after watching it for so long?"

Li Gefei picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Then he glanced at the signature on the rice paper in the corner of his eyes, remembered the feeling of seeing the plaque for the first time at Chen Gong's place, and nodded slightly and said, "You said that, there is indeed a bit of a shadow of Yuanzhang."

Now Chao Buzhi became tough and he was not sure at first, but Li Gefei agreed with his point of view, so he could be sure that he did not misunderstand it.

At the head of the hall, Mi Fu was talking to Huang Tingjian. When he heard Chao Buzhi's "not doing his job properly", he listened curiously.

"Oh, there is something wrong, please hand over the original manuscript quickly." Mi Fu ordered to the little maid beside him.

When Chao Buzhi heard this, he stood up without waiting for the little maid to take action and sent the rice paper to Mi Fu. He asked in a slight question: "Okay, Yuan Zhang, when did you teach such an amazing apprentice? If my son and young assistant know about it, I'm afraid I'm going to bother you again."

Mi Fu took the rice paper and responded angrily: "Nonsense, I have said many times, how could it be...uh, this?"

Before he could finish his words, he was shocked by the handwriting on the rice paper, "This, this..."

Looking at the rice paper in his hand, Mi Fu felt as if he was looking at his copybook three or four years ago.

His calligraphy often has a tilted body, and he wants to go left and right, and he wants to go up and down, all in order to increase his ups and downs, and his spirit of flying, with the strong foundation of collecting ancient characters for decades. Therefore, it is out of innocence and nature and is never pretentious.

At this time, the paper "Mo Yuer" in his hand was actually 80% similar to the "Ge Jun Dechen Post" he wrote two years ago.

You know, that was his masterpiece of breaking through the realm of calligraphy. He had only seen seven or eight people.

"Can't it..."

Mi Fu thought of the pranks of several old friends at the first time, but after carefully looking at the handwriting on the rice paper, he immediately shook his head and denied the speculation.

Not to mention others, even Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Cai Xiang and others often imitate his copybooks, but the one who can really understand the artistic conception is not his conceit, but it is really not that he is arrogant, but that there is really nothing.

Things like calligraphy realm can only be understood but not expressed in words. Even his beloved son Mi Youren has never learned the essence of his calligraphy.

However, now someone has learned his calligraphy, and has integrated it into it, integrating it with a lot of his own experiences.

Mi Fu could vaguely feel the other person's age, his physical characteristics, his temperament and personality, and even what he thoughts when he wrote this poem...

"Yuanzhang?Yuanzhang?"

Chao Buzhi didn't know that he had made up so much in an instant, so he reached out and pulled his shoulder and said curiously: "Why, don't you look like it?"

Mi Fu shook his head decisively, then nodded vigorously: "It's so similar, no, it's simply... exactly the same."

"Ah?" Chao Buzhi was shocked this time.

Without waiting for him to speak, Mi Fu looked up at the manager of Jinfenglou on the side and asked, "Which friend did this poem? Please invite someone immediately, hurry up!"

"This, this..."

"how?"

The manager explained helplessly: "Mr. Hui said that, this word was sent by Luoshui poetry. People should be in Jinmingchi."

Mi Fu looked stunned: "Outside the city?"

At this time, a scent of fragrance came to her face. Su Wanwan had been paying attention to Mi Fu's changes, especially when she saw the signature on rice paper, she even got up and walked over.

Su Wanwan first bowed to Mi Fu, and then smiled and said, "Uncle Mi, Wanwan knows him, do you want Wanwan to bring someone for you?"

"Take it seriously?" Mi Fu was overjoyed.

Su Wanwan waved to the entourage behind her, and it was the best answer.

Seeing this, Mi Fu hurriedly said, "Remember, please, if the other party doesn't come, leave an address and I will visit myself on the date."

When Su Wanwan heard this, she was stunned and said in confusion: "Uncle Mi, are you not asking him for a crime?"

Mi Fu frowned and said, "What kind of teacher is Xing? What crime is he asking?"

Su Wanwan pointed to Xuan paper: "Didn't he learn your calligraphy secretly?"

Mi Fu was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "It shouldn't be a sneak peek, but just like-minded with me. You are still young and don't understand!"

Su Wanwan: “…”
Chapter completed!