Datang: Son-in-law, I beg you to come out of the mountain

"Girl, according to the girl's instructions, Yu'er has distributed the poems of Mr. Yang Zhuo to every corner of Chang'an City. The girl didn't see it. The literati in Chang'an City all admire Mr. Yang Zhuo's talent and call Mr. Yang Zhuo a poet." Immortal." Yu'er said.

Wen Ji smiled: "Mr. Yang Zhuo is highly talented, and his poems and essays are praised, that's what we expected."

"Young lady likes Mr. Yang Zhuo so much, why don't you show your heart to him? Make a good relationship?" Yu'er suggested.

Wen Ji blushed, nodded and said, "I think so, but I don't know how to express my feelings."

"Girls can compose a poem to show their heart."

Wen Ji shook her head: "No, no, in front of Mr. Yang Zhuo's talent, I dare not write poems, for fear that Mr. Yang Zhuo will make fun of him."

"Then, the girl can give the girl's personal silk handkerchief to Mr. Yang Zhuo, he must know what the girl wants." Yu'er said.

Wen Ji couldn't help blushing: "This is indeed a good way."

Then, she reached into the collar of her chest and took out a silk scarf.

Then, a red lip print was printed on the silk scarf.

"Yu'er, ask someone to send this silk scarf to Yangjiazhuang for Mr. Yang Zhuo." Wen Ji said shyly.

"okay."

Yu'er took the silk scarf, put it in an exquisite wooden box, and hurriedly sent it to Yangjiazhuang.

……

Yangjiazhuang.

"Ding!"

"The system was started randomly once, and the host became famous far and wide, and his reputation value exploded."

"Give one to the Holy Hand Pharmacy."

"A peerless painting skill."

"An unprecedented calligraphy skill."

In his sleep, Yang Zhuo was awakened by various skills hastily stuffed into his mind.

"What? The system started randomly?"

"A gift from the Holy Hand Pharmacy? A peerless painting skill? An unprecedented and unprecedented calligraphy skill?"

Yang Zhuo was stunned.

When he wanted to start the system again, he found that the system was dormant again!

Start randomly!

play me?
He still hasn't figured out how the system will be activated!
Forget it, something is better than nothing.

Let's try the skills given by the system first!
"Peerless painting skills! Try this first!" Yang Zhuo laughed.

Then, he called Xiaoman in.

"Quickly untie the outer clothes, lie on the couch, and I will make you a picture of a summer beauty."

"Young master, you want to paint for Xiaoman?" Xiaoman said with a blushing face.

"Well, I recently learned a new skill and I want to practice it." Yang Zhuo laughed.

Xiaoman shyly took off the outer robe, lay on the bed, and waited for Yang Zhuo to draw.

After a while, Yang Zhuo finished painting.

Xiaoman got out of bed happily, looked at Yang Zhuo's painting, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Young master, you are amazing! This painting is so beautiful!"

Yang Zhuo also nodded in satisfaction, this painting is really good, quite European literary style, plump and fair.

Xiaoman couldn't put it down holding the painting, and saw an outsider come into Zhuangzi as soon as he went out.

Seeing a stranger coming, Lao Zhang put down the braised pork knuckle, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, and scolded, "Who is here!"

"I'm running errands in Xiafengyue Tower, and I'm here to deliver the token today." The runner said, "Excuse me, does Mr. Yang Zhuo live here?"

When Lao Zhang heard that he was looking for his young master, he immediately put away his fierce expression and said, "Who sent the letter to our young master?"

"Oiran of Fengyuelou, Miss Wenji." said the errand runner.

When Lao Zhang heard it, it turned out that he was the son's romantic friend.

But think about it, the young master is so powerful, Xiaoman alone can't satisfy his needs.

"Give me the token, and I'll pass it on to you, Young Master." Lao Zhang took the wooden box.

"Brother, please pass the message on my behalf, saying that our girl is waiting for a reply." The errand runner said politely and respectfully.

Old Zhang let out an oh, and his eyes fell on the wooden box.

I don't know what is put in here, but there is a faint fragrance.

"Is the young master in there?" Lao Zhang asked Xiao Man.

Xiaoman had just heard that it was Fengyuelou Wenji who had sent someone to deliver the token, and he had already overturned the jar of jealousy.

This prodigal woman has chased after her son to Yangjiazhuang!
"You'll know if you look at it yourself, ask me why!" Xiaoman said unhappily, and left with the painting in his arms.

"You're going to be jealous? Young Master, you're the best!" Lao Zhang said with a chuckle.

Walk towards Yang Zhuo.

"My lord, this is a token from Fengyuelou, a girl called a chicken." Old Zhang said.

Yang Zhuo put the paintbrush aside, took the wooden box, opened it, and found a silk scarf inside, with a lip print on it, and lingering fragrance.

"Miss Wen Ji has a heart." Yang Zhuo smiled.

He was familiar with the anthology of the ancients, so he naturally knew what Wen Ji meant.

In ancient times, if a woman was interested in a man, she would either send a strand of blue silk as a token of love, or give her something close to her as a token of love.

Looking at the bright red lip marks, Lao Zhang couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Master, you will teach me Lao Zhang how to pick up girls anytime."

"You can't learn it, but my son has a simple and rude way. When you go out to find a girl, take a box of gold with you to ensure that you can pick up whoever you want." Yang Zhuo laughed.

Lao Zhang patted his forehead: "Young master is mighty!"

"By the way, the errand runner in Fengyuelou is still waiting downstairs, saying that he is waiting for the young master's reply over there."

"Simple." Yang Zhuo finished.

Taking out a new folding fan, the brush was stained with some red ink, and with a random shake of the hand, the red ink fell on the folding fan.

Then, swipe, swipe, and swipe a big pen to make a peach blossom.

Afterwards, the dragon and the phoenix danced again, writing two lines of poems on the edge of the peach blossoms.

"Linglong plug An Hongdou, loves you so much that you don't know it."

This verse written by Yang Zhuo is in cursive script, and it is also the style of cursive script in Wang Xizhi's "Preface to Lanting Collection".

"Young master, your painting is really beautiful!"

"This word... Although I don't know it, it's so beautiful!"

Although Lao Zhang is illiterate, he also knows the difference between good-looking and bad-looking.

"Give this peach blossom fan to the errand runner, and ask him to pass it on to Miss Wenji."

Although Wen Ji is a girl from Fengyuelou, she thinks she has high talents and requires all those who serve her to be educated.

Therefore, this errand runner is also literate.

It's just that this cursive script is really... incomprehensible.

"Thank you bro, I'll go back and report back."

The errand runner put away the peach blossom fan and rode a fast horse towards Fengyue Tower.

Wen Ji leaned on the window sill, and when she saw the errand runner came back, she smiled happily.

"Girl, this is what Mr. Yang Zhuo asked me to hand over to the girl."

Wen Ji took the folding fan, opened it, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Peach Blossom Fan..."

"Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I don't know if I miss you deeply..."

Because Wen Ji used to be a lady of the family, she was very talented and had a lot of research on cursive script, so she could still recognize Yang Zhuo's cursive script.

"This Mr. Yang Zhuo is not only talented, but also his calligraphy and painting skills are unparalleled!"