It has to be said that Liu Qingyan is indeed a medical student. She knows the important points of the human body and is proficient in various techniques. After a massage, Lu Zheng felt comfortable and relaxed.
"Lu Lang~"
"Um?"
"That water-repelling bead is Lu Lang's betrothal gift to Qingyan. From today on, Qingyan is Lu Lang's... Wu——"
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The next day, I felt refreshed and exhausted.
In the morning, Liu Qingyan got dressed first, then helped Lu Zheng get dressed and wash up, and then had breakfast at home before getting ready to go home.
"Lu Lang." Liu Qingyan took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Zheng, "I see that Lu Lang is absent from time to time on weekdays and nights, and Qingyan doesn't disturb Lu Lang's practice. There is Qingyan in this sachet.
If Lu Lang misses Qingyan, he will hold the sachet and call Qingyan's name, and Qingyan will come."
"Okay." Lu Zheng took the sachet and put it in his arms, then grabbed Liu Qingyan who was about to leave, "By the way, I have one more thing to pick up today, so don't go today.
Now that we are in the hospital, please accompany me to Qingshan Zhai first."
"Qingshan Zhai?" Liu Qingyan was stunned, and immediately knew what was going on. Her beautiful face bloomed, "Has Lu Lang finished writing?"
"Of course, go and see if you are satisfied with it." Lu Zheng said with a smile.
"Lu Lang's calligraphy is well-proportioned and free-flowing, which is of course very good." Liu Qingyan said with a smile, extremely happy that Lu Zheng took her matter to heart.
As she said this, Liu Qingyan obeyed and did not leave. Instead, she and Lu Zheng went out together and arrived at Qingshan Zhai in the south of the city.
"Master Lu is here!"
The shopkeeper of Qingshanzhai is a middle-aged man with a mustache named Zhu Yitang. He is a scholar and is known as the best in calligraphy and painting in Tonglin County. However, Qiu Wei failed many times and later opened a calligraphy and painting shop.
A few days ago, Lu Zheng sent him a piece of calligraphy for him to frame. The calligraphy was so smooth and smooth that he couldn't bear to see it. He didn't want Lu Zheng's money, but just asked him to make a rubbing.
Observe and learn from time to time.
What could Lu Zheng do? Of course he agreed.
For people who love calligraphy, if they can write a good calligraphy, they will naturally gain the other person's enthusiasm and respect, just like Lu Zheng did to Zhu Yitang.
"Have the words been framed?" Lu Zheng asked.
"It's framed and framed. I used silk from Liji Cloth Factory in the state capital and incense poinciana wood from Yaozhou. It was made by the master craftsman in the shop to ensure that it will not deteriorate for a hundred years and can be passed down from generation to generation."
Zhu Yitang said hurriedly.
"Brother Zhu, you're very considerate." Lu Zheng cupped his hands and thanked him.
"It should be done, it should be done. If there is any slight negligence, wouldn't it be a disservice to Brother Lu's masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation?" Zhu Yitang said with excitement, his eyes shining.
Lu Zheng smiled, thinking that it was not in vain that he had added a few rays of luck to his calligraphy. With his current calligraphy skills, even if he is not as good as Wang Xizhi, he is probably not far behind.
"Take a look." Lu Zheng said.
Then Zhu Yitang led the two of them into the back hall and came to a wooden plaque covered with linen.
"Please take a look!" Zhu Yitang said, then reached out and pulled away the linen cloth on the wooden plaque.
This wooden plaque is eight feet square, and its outer frame is made of dark red poinciana wood. It is carved with various herbal medicines using a simple but fascinating technique. I can't say it is a masterpiece in the world, but it is also an excellent technique.
There is dark yellow silk as a frame in the wooden plaque frame, which is three inches in circumference. At the end, in the center is the calligraphy sent by Lu Zheng.
Doctors are kindhearted!
"I should have thought that this was given to Renxintang." Zhu Yitang smiled and complimented Liu Qingyan, "Exquisite medical skills and compassion for others are indeed like doctors, and they complement each other!"
Liu Qingyan looked at the words, and felt that the four words were freehand and unpredictable. She couldn't help but feel excited. Her eyes were filled with water, and the corners of her lips were smiling like flowers. This performance was of course very satisfying.
"Brother Zhu, please ask someone to send it to Renxin Hall and hang it up today," Lu Zheng said.
"Okay!" Zhu Yitang greeted the two guys and asked them to carry the plaque to Renxintang.
Next, he invited the two of them to the front hall to serve tea, and then said to Lu Zheng, "Brother Lu, your calligraphy is like clouds flowing out of the sky, freehand and freehand, which is difficult for others to do. You really don't want to consign it to Zhu."
How many?"
Liu Qingyan smiled slightly. From the meaning of Zhu Yitang's words, she knew that he had been rejected by Lu Zheng before.
Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I'm not short of money, and if I don't make a living by selling my writing, I'd better leave it to those who need it more."
"But without Brother Lu's book, wouldn't this world have lost a treasure?" Zhu Yitang said regretfully.
Good guy, we are a calligraphy and painting studio in Tonglin County, Yizhou Prefecture, Lingbei Province, Da Jingchao, okay? I'm just a fool, but you have so much courage to just tell me about the world's treasures.
Lu Zheng just smiled and refused. Zhu Yitang knew that Lu Zheng had a house and a shop, and his life was indeed worry-free, so he could only sigh and stop persuading him.
After chatting with Zhu Yitang for a few more words in Qingshanzhai, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan said goodbye and left. Then they returned to Renxintang and found that the plaque had been hung up.
"Lang Lang." Mr. Liu greeted with a smile.
Lu Zheng licked his lips. He didn't know what to call him for a moment. Let's call him father-in-law. It seems that he and Liu Qingyan haven't gone through the process yet. Let's call him Uncle Liu. He slept with his daughter last night.
Liu Qingyan pursed her lips and snickered, but seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zheng's face, she still whispered to save herself from the situation, "Just call me Uncle Liu. Let's stay the same as before."
"Uncle Liu."
"Come on, come on." Mr. Liu didn't mind what Lu Zheng called him. He just pulled Lu Zheng to the calligraphy that had just been hung in the middle hall of Renxin Hall. "Did you write this?"
"yes!"
"What a great calligraphy! I never knew you, Lu Lang, had such good calligraphy skills."
"It's overrated. Isn't writing a basic skill for scholars?"
The two scholars next to him who happened to come to see a doctor and were admiring this calligraphy immediately turned around and looked at Lu Zheng with strange eyes.
Which college did this man come from, and could he say such unworthy words? Did their teachers and classmates know about it? Didn't they beat him?
Those who can write to this level have almost the same meaning as those who are top scorers in high school and say, "Isn't it enough to be a civil servant if you have good skills?" They all deserve to die!
Lu Zheng glanced at the two scholars, ignored the resentment in their eyes, nodded and smiled.
The two scholars immediately put smiles on their faces, held their hands together, and expressed their admiration.
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One day passed, Lu Zheng went to Liu's house again for dinner, taught Hu Zhou how to use the sword for half an hour, and then let him go.
At night, Lu Zheng sat alone on the bedside, thinking about it and struggling for a long time. Finally he took out the sachet, held it in his hand, and softly called out twice, "Qingyan - Qingyan -"
I'm just trying it to see if it works, nothing else.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
There was a knock on the door, and I had no sleep tonight.