Stop writing, put the pen on the wooden pen rest, and look at the two words on the paper with satisfaction. Are these words? This is simply a handicraft!
Luochen looked at it carefully, staring straight at the ink mark. After a moment of silence, he said, "What is this?"
"This is dust." Playboy said with a smile.
At this time, the surprise in Luochen's eyes was even worse, and his face was full of disbelief. Wu Zheng was also dumbfounded, not because of Luochen's surprised expression, but because Hua Gongzi's calligraphy was so beautiful that Wu Zheng felt like
The urge to become a disciple.
Hua Gongzi looked at Luochen's tangled expression and felt a little amused. If Luochen was a child who had just learned to read, this reaction would be acceptable. After all, from a child's point of view, seeing his name for the first time would definitely
It would be very magical. But when that kind of reaction is shown on Luochen, it becomes a bit funny or even comical.
"This is me?" Juechen was still a little incredulous, and held it gently in his hand. The ink was not dry yet, so Luochen was afraid of damaging the words and being afraid of contamination on his body, so he seemed cautious.
The playboy wanted to laugh, so he threw his hand and threw the stall directly to Wu Zheng. Wu Zheng was very happy, it was finally his turn to show off his skills. How could he do the work of grinding ink? Writing is his strength
.
Wu Zheng waved his hand, picked up the pen between two fingers, and dipped the ink into the inkstone. When it came to dipping the ink, Wu Zheng took great pains to not only dip it neatly, but also evenly. Then, he dipped the pen into the ink.
Lift it up and hang it on the inkstone for a moment.
As for Wu Zheng's other hand, he was not idle either. He kept making gestures on the rice paper. To Hua Gongzi, this kind of performance was just a show. But to Luochen, a novice, he was like a god.
Come, domineering and leaking.
The next moment, under Luochen's expectant gaze, Wu Zheng finally moved the pen in his hand. He wrote with great skill. Although Wu Zheng had not read many books, the word "Luochen" was still within his grasp.
His big hand passed by, and ink rained down suddenly. Wu Zheng's pen was powerful, and everything he touched was stained by ink. The speed in Wu Zheng's hand was extremely fast, lightning fast, causing the fallen eyes to turn left and right. Wu Zheng's
There is one principle in writing, which is to overwhelm everyone in terms of momentum. In fact, he did it. Not only did he overwhelm others, he even scared others to death.
The playboy was standing next to the bookshelf, originally admiring the porcelain and jade on the shelf. But when he saw Wu Zheng's powerful brushwork, he subconsciously hid behind the bookshelf, as if he was waiting for death in the face of danger.
Look.
Wu Zheng was full of confidence. When he wrote, he had a ferocious face, dissolute and arrogant. At this time, Wu Zheng was the most focused Wu Zheng, but at the same time, he was also the most crazy Wu Zheng. In fact, to put it bluntly, Wu Zheng had a kind of
Obsessed with confidence.
With the stroke of a pen, everything was over. Wu Zheng sighed and put his hands behind his head with approval.
But Luochen's expression was simply more exciting. When Wu Zheng saw it for the first time, Luochen looked aggrieved and wanted to cry. Luochen just glanced at it, then covered his eyes and didn't want to see it. Wu Zheng was anxious and thought it was
Luochen's eyes were lost in the sand, and he hurriedly went to help blow it.
However, Luochen stretched out his hand to stop him, and gritted his teeth before uttering a few words: "It's too shameful."
At this moment, the playboy couldn't help but burst out laughing, and his saliva was splashed all over the place.
Yuan. He swore that he tried hard to endure it, but in the end he couldn't.
The playboy rushed out from behind, pinching his thighs with his hands, trying to stop laughing. He walked to the desk step by step, and took a cautious look. This look was not important, but it made the laughter that had just stopped come back again.
It was released. Suddenly, the laughter of a giant beast of the wilderness wreaked havoc on the entire study.
The servants outside the study were all trembling with fear. Although our young master is well-known for his prodigality, we have never heard of him being crazy! How long have we been laughing about this?
, is there any problem if you keep laughing like this?
At this time, the old housekeeper hurried in from outside. But suddenly, a creepy laughter came into his ears, which almost gave him a heart attack.
The old butler patted his chest, and after confirming that it was laughter, he gradually calmed down. At such an old age, he was still afraid of death. The old butler shook his head and sighed again. He thought it might be because his money was still there.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t spend all the money!
When the old housekeeper walked to the door of the study, he saw that all the servants were trembling. This time, he regained his balance. It turned out that he was not the only one who was afraid, but the servants were also afraid.
The old butler raised his head, pretending to be very stylish, and stepped in proudly. But just when his feet were about to touch the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The weird laughter just now
, it seems to be coming from this room. And the voice is a bit like my own young master.
From this point of view, it seems that what the master said before may be true. That is, the prodigal young master of our family may really be suffering from brain disease. Sure enough, the master has foresight, and he is indeed a master, and he is superior!
The old housekeeper pushed the door open and saw that the handsome man was pointing his nostrils towards the beam, grinning widely. In his hand, he was holding Wu Zheng's masterpiece. Let's not mention the strength and depth of the pen.
It's quite difficult just to see that there are two words.
Glancing at Luochen again, he looked at the two words written by Wu Zheng with disgust on his face. Writing his name so awkwardly was simply a sign of disgust for his long life. After all, after all this time, Wu Zheng had not endured it.
Luochen was beaten severely. At this moment, Luochen had some intention of teaching Wu Zheng a lesson.
As for Wu Zheng, he squatted on the ground with an aggrieved look and clasped his fingernails. Although his handwriting was not as good as that of Playboy, at least it had some ornamental value. It was all his fault that the gangsters in the military camp had ruined his handwriting.
You are bragging to the heavens that you are the second best writer in the military camp. This is not true. General Hu is the only one who can read in the entire military camp. If he is not second, who is second?
When the young man saw the old butler coming in, he quickly retracted his smile and stared at the old butler with some dissatisfaction. He was very dissatisfied with his behavior of coming in without knocking.
"What's going on?" Playboy asked in a high-pitched voice without even wanting to raise his eyelids.
"Someone outside the door brought a large box of gifts to the master." The old housekeeper replied respectfully.
"Who sent it?" The playboy became interested and put down the paper in his hand.
"They are some servants, strong men." The old housekeeper answered truthfully.
"Nonsense, which master would carry the box here by himself? I'm asking who their master is?" The playboy was a little angry, but also wanted to laugh.
, it’s really the old housekeeper’s answer that was too middle-of-the-road.
"Oh, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The old housekeeper immediately came to his senses and realized that he had indeed been careless just now.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Mr. Hua muttered alone. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will come to give gifts, and the meaning of this is self-evident.
"What's the gift?" Playboy asked again.
"I don't know." Before the word "Dao" came out of his mouth, Mr. Hua waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I will go and see for myself." After that, he strode out.
But as soon as he took two steps out, the playboy stopped, turned around and asked awkwardly: "Where is the box now?"
The old housekeeper wanted to laugh, but he still held it back and said, "In the main hall."
After hearing this, Mr. Hua frowned and hurriedly said: "Put the gift from the prince in the main hall. Are you afraid that others will not know about it?"
The old housekeeper was lectured until he was speechless. He was indeed negligent in this matter and should be held responsible.
Young Master Hua didn't have time to say anything, so he called Wu Zheng and Luochen and walked to the main hall. This matter is indeed no small matter. The fight between the fourth prince and the prince will definitely be like you die or I die. At this time, stand still
The team becomes very important.
Speaking of which, the Hua family can be regarded as a big fat piece of meat. As long as they capture the Hua family, it is equivalent to getting most of the country's property. Such temptations, whether it is the fourth prince or the prince, want to eat it in one bite. If
If they can't eat it, they will definitely not let each other eat it. Facing two hungry cats, the Hua family's piece of fat cannot escape at all.
And now the Crown Prince has sent another gift. If the playboy’s expectation is good, this matter will be vigorously publicized. This matter should be in the public domain the next morning. No matter what His Highness the Crown Prince sends now,
In fact, it is no longer important. The fourth prince will definitely think that the Hua family has already chosen the prince.
This was not considered a bribe, it was simply a naked threat. The playboy resented this feeling of being exploited, but it was a fate he could not escape.
The three of them arrived at the main hall, and what they saw was a huge box, as long as one person. Around the box, stood several servants, all from the Hua Mansion. The Hua Gong looked upset, so he simply waved his hand.
Driven away.
After everyone left the door, only the three of them were left, and the dude sat down on the box. The dude was very decadent at the moment, and it seemed that the Hua family could do nothing but compromise.
Wu Zheng walked around the box with a curious look on his face. His hands were itchy and he wanted to open it and take a look. However, Wu Zheng was embarrassed to say this clearly, after all, the playboy was still sitting on the box.
So Wu Zheng asked: "What is in this box?"
"I don't know." The playboy didn't want to pay attention and replied dryly.
Wu Zheng ate the rejected food, and his mouth tasted very unpleasant. It was like eating a bitter, underripe persimmon, which was terribly astringent.
Luochen, who had been dumbfounded on the side, also said at this time: "You should practice calligraphy when you have time, it's too ugly."
Wu Zheng was so choked that he almost lost his breath. Even an illiterate person like Luochen could comment on his handwriting casually.