When Zhu Fengfeng was about to be depressed, Xie Yutong came out.
"Su Mu, go in, Grandpa calls you."
Su Mu stood up with a smile, holding Zhu Yiyi's little hand, and returned to the inner hall.
Zhu Zhouding and others looked at each other.
He looked at Jiang Wangshu and said with a smile:
"Brother Wangshu, this guy is really a strange."
Jiang Wangshu's face is an unsuspable expression in the past:
"Zhou Ding, listen to my persuasion, keep a little distance from this grandson in the future. He gets ruthless and even pit himself. This is the lesson of my brother and tears."
Zhu Zhouding ...!
Seeing Jiang Wangshu's expression of constipation, he couldn't help asking:
"Talk about."
Jiang Wangshu said a few days ago, the incident that happened in the Mulan field in detail.
On the one hand, it is for Su Mu Yangwei, and on the other hand, it is also showing off.
After listening to a table, all noodles are like earthy.
Especially Zhu Gaofeng, I only felt that there was a burst of cool wind in the crotch, and her whole body disappeared.
Everyone knows that many people died that night, and they became eunuchs.
But I don't know what happened.
Especially when he heard Su Mu's bet, he to induce the other party to cut the chicken by each other and cut more rewards. They are like seeing ghosts.
If this operation, ask you not to show up?
When Zhu Zhouding looked at Jiang Wangshu, his eyes were full of sympathy:
"Brother Wangshu, you ... real man."
Jiang Wangshu hooks and does not scold her mother.
In fact, I was afraid to die at first.
Who is not afraid of being thrown out by his brother's life as a bet?
Fuck.
As soon as Su Mu returned to the inner hall, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong.
Eating, drinking, drinking is almost over.
A group of old men are preparing to change to the backyard to drink tea to recreate.
Seeing him, Zhu Jian Shen said directly:
"Xiaozi, I heard that your words are written well? Come, write a few for us."
Su Mu opened his mouth, and smiled awkwardly:
"Older, my three -legged cat's broken word will not be ugly, otherwise, I will show you a broken chest?"
Su Mu finally found the feeling of not pretending.
very nice.
Ning Qingyuan stared at his eyes:
"Your boy, are you humiliating Lao Tzu?"
Several other elderly people and the people next to each other looked at the surprise. Only Ning Yixian was proud and whispered to the people around him.
It is nothing more than saying that the last time Su Mu was at Dongyang University, writing down the words forced to open, and shocked Ning Qingyuan's deeds.
Mo Ruhai and Chen Jinhong, as well as Chu Legong, are all knowledgeable, and they are very deeply interested in calligraphy. When they hear this, they are all interested.
This kid is really ...!
What do you say that sentence?
Treasure.
Find a treasure son -in -law.
Zhu Jianshen is obviously prepared for a long time ago.
Next to the partial hall of rest.
The old guy grabbed the cigarette bag pot and waved directly:
"Go, show me one hand."
In the center of the part of the hall, a long desk is already placed. The rosewood is almost wiped out. Obviously, hundreds of years ago, the desk in the emperor's study.
This thing, the world is circulating, it is sky -high.
The furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties has always been the baby in the collection industry.
But in Yongle Hall, that is ordinary things.
What is the broken table?
How many emperors of the Daming Chao? Is there a fewer tables to break the table?
The desk is very large.
On the table, pen, ink, paper, 砚, ready to be neat.
Ning Qingyuan walked directly with a smile and said:
"Come on, I personally grind this kid to grind this kid."
As soon as this sentence was exported, even Zhu Jian Shen was shocked.
When today, Ning Qingyuan's calligraphy must be recognized second. Who dares to say that he is the first?
It is particularly particular about the thing of Mo Mo.
The juniors are elders, and their status is low.
Master Ning Qingyuan Ning, a word is auctioned at a million price.
He actually grinds ink for Su Mu.
How can this boy, He De?
Even those clan chiefs who hated Su Mu were attracted to the clan chiefs, and they were around the table, stretched out their necks and looked around.
Chen Jinhong and Mo Ruhai did not believe it very much. To what extent Su Mu's calligraphy can be higher.
In their opinion, this is Mr. Ning.
What happened today was spread out, and the matter of Master Ning personally grinding ink is enough to set off a stormy wave in the entire cultural circle.
As for Su Mu's calligraphy.
At his age, it should be well written, but it is not possible to to what extent.
Calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, this thing requires water grinding kung fu.
Why is Wang Xizhi's secret of teaching his son to practice characters?
What fast success, shortcut, none.
If you want to be a master, you have to be talented.
How many calligraphy everyone has practiced for a lifetime, and it is not possible to die?
There are Ning Qingyuan in China, and no one dares to call a master.
Because no one exceeds him.
Even for Ning Qingyuan's evaluation, his calligraphy artistic achievements have been the saint who has surpassed for more than a thousand years.
After all, Ning Qingyuan is the head of the family, which has been more than the previous years than the book.
In Mo Ruhai's view, even if your kid is excellent, how big is your kid?
Actually dare to bear the masters?
Here, everyone's emotions are very complicated.
Ning Qingyuan quickly grinded ink, and then admired:
"Good ink, take a few of them when I leave."
Zhu Jian Shen was a good suspension.
There is no shortage of antique jewelry money in the Zhu family, but these four treasures are preserved.
Especially this royal tribute ink, which is used for the emperor, has a special name, called Longxiang.
A few years ago, the Emperor had a Poly Spring auction, a Qianlong Royal Ink, and took a few millions of days.
It is passed on to the world, just like this.
Of course, the old Zhu family does not lack this imperial ink, but there are a lot of it, it is also nonsense.
Master Ning Qingyuan ran to Yongle Hall to fight the autumn wind. Every time she went directly to Zhu Jian Shen's study, picking up half of the royal ink and running. Later, as long as he heard that he came, Zhu Jian Shen would definitely take the study room in the study room.
The ink is hidden.
Everyone looked at Su Mu.
Su Mu had to walk over with a smile.
After looking at the Phnom Penh Paper on the desktop, he couldn't help but secretly amazed.
Real Nima is luxurious.
These things are all the royal supplies that the emperors of the old Zhu family can use.
This rice paper, this pens, and the fragrant royal ink after the grinding.
The most valuable is that porcelain.
That is clearly a blue -colored Ru kiln Song porcelain.
That's right, Zhou Dong's sky was waiting for the rain and rain, and I was waiting for you. That's it.
Song Huizong, the emperor, had a dream. After dreaming, after the heavy rain, there was a mysterious sky blue in the distance in the distance, which was particularly fascinating.
After waking up, he wrote a poem.
Rain over the sky.
Then all the great craftsmen in the world began to burn this color.
In the end, Ruzhou's craftsmanship skills were high, and it burned the blue color that made Song Huizong satisfied.
But Song Huizong died, and this day was blue.
On this day, the green porcelain of the green Ru Kiln Song porcelain is definitely a heir family in the Zhu family.
Why does Ning Qingyuan remember the Royal Mo, don't you remember this 砚 砚?