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"Absolutely." Fang Yimin, a housekeeper, is also a smooth talker, but when he tried to read it, he felt that his usually flexible tongue was as if it had an iron walnut in it. The last dozen or so unconvinced attempts all failed. .Not to mention Xu Ziling's extreme eulogy, even if you read it slowly, you will find it difficult and confusing. The meaning and method of reading are clearly understood in your heart, but you can't read it with your mouth.

"This character is as good as a stone." The Henan madman shook his head again and again: "The individual seems to be loose, but the space seems to be irregular but orderly. The handwriting seems to be random and grand. Thunder flashes. Ah...Shi Ru can't describe the feeling in his heart, he can only worship."

"This character should be mounted on a stone in the hall. Brother, don't compete with Wen Long for this wonderful pen." Xie Wenlong heard that Xu Ziling's weird-looking characters are still extremely amazing calligraphy, and he couldn't help but smiled at Xu Ziling: "how about Mr. Banqiao, please write the sentence just now with a brush again. Cough, "World affairs...the insight is an article that is learned, human, and sophisticated." How about this couplet?"

Although Xie Wenlong couldn't read the "History of Shi Shi's Lion Eating", fortunately, he still had a good memory and did not forget this couplet.

Xu Ziling felt that if he didn't give some advantages today, there was no need to discuss in detail the matter of Xie Wenlong's business.

So with a swipe of the pen.

"This is... Wang Youjun's 'Goose Book'." Zheng Shiru was shocked and said, "Brother Banqiao seems to have won everyone's strengths. This line of writing is as elegant as the wind and agile, and the words are as vivid as geese on paper. This word is different. Because of the stone-paved street just now, there is a feeling of jumping into the sky..."

"If my father sees this word, he will ask for it." Even if Xie Wenlong is blind, he can see the cleverness of this word.At this time, the running script had just been improved, and the cursive script hadn't fully flourished in the world. There was almost no scholar who didn't know Wang Youjun.Even if Xie Wenlong can no longer speak literary and ink.He was also a son of a rich family, and he was even more ecstatic when he heard Zheng Shiru's shocking words.

"The master likes Wang Youjun's calligraphy the most in his life. Seeing him this time will surely fulfill his wish for many years." Fang Yimin also chimed in.

The two masters and servants, the word "he" and "he", naturally belonged to them again.

Zheng Shiru hated that this place was not his own, otherwise he would have snatched the word even if he robbed it.

"It is said that Brother Banqiao is famous for his 'talent, painting spirit' and the three unique talents in the world. He has just seen the strange characters in front of his eyes." Xie Wenlong had a feeling that he would never enter Baoshan empty-handed.Anyway, if this Zheng Banqiao didn't keep one of his paintings in his home, wouldn't he lament the missed opportunity in the future?Then he said with a heartbeat: "I don't know if I would like to give you a painting. I thought I could see Mr. Banqiao today as a commemoration?"

Fang Yimin, the butler, knew the number one wake-up caller best. Before Xie Wenlong finished speaking, he laid the paper and rubbed the ink with his own hands, and secretly signaled the two pretty maidservants to serve Xu Ziling with pens.

Xie Wenlong saw that Xu Ziling's face was ponderous, fearing that he would refuse, so he held the inkstone and pen in person, and his attitude was very sincere.

"Brother Banqiao, please be merciful..." Zheng Shiru naturally wanted to see how Xu Ziling's paintings were.Just as he was about to say a few words of persuasion, Xu Ziling stretched out his big hand to Zheng Shiru instead of accepting the pen.Xu Ziling laughed loudly and said: "There is wine to paint, otherwise the painting has no gods and characters and no bones."

"It's not easy!" Zheng Shiru was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly untied the wine pot from his waist and handed it to Xu Ziling.Seeing it, Xie Wenlong regretted and blamed himself for forgetting the stinking problem of these literati and poets who love wine like life, and the housekeeper Fang Yimin who responded very quickly.It was too late to tell the two maidservants beside him to rush out like an arrow to prepare the best wine.

Xu Ziling frantically took two gulps of strong wine but handed the jug to Xie Wenlong.He took the ink pen and looked at Xie Wenlong but didn't move.

Xie Wenlong was startled at first.Suddenly, he immediately understood that it was the other party's weird temper, and immediately took two sips knowingly. He felt that the wine was as strong as a knife, and he couldn't help but also had a sense of pride rising and repeatedly called "Okay".

Zheng Shiru let his arrogance be tainted, and even took two mouthfuls and laughed.

"There is wine, there are friends, there are friends, and there is wine." Xu Ziling kicked off his boots, chewed his ink pen, and swayed his hands behind his back from the neck of the head, swaying ink on the snow-white rice paper.This weird painting method made everyone dumbfounded. If it wasn't for his amazing talent before that, everyone would have thought he was a lunatic.

Before everyone could close their jaws, Xu Ziling stretched out his hands very quickly, holding several ink pens of different sizes and dancing wildly on it.

The pen moves like a dragon and snake, swift as a shock, and the electric momentum is crazy, and it is as quiet as a virgin.

When everyone's eyes were about to fall off, Xu Ziling snatched the jug from Zheng Shiru's hand and took another sip.Originally, everyone thought that he would use the wine to get excited about painting again, but Xu Ziling sprayed wine on the painting, which shocked everyone even more.

What is incomparably miraculous is that after the sip of wine was sprayed, the ink marks that were originally a mess gradually moistened into balls of chrysanthemums, one of which is the most amazing flower with tens of thousands of silk ribbons, and the petals are hooked like a circle, accompanied by all the chrysanthemums It seems to be blooming in front of everyone all of a sudden.What's even more ecstasy is that this group of black chrysanthemums has a slight smell of alcohol, and the fragrance is intrusive and borrows from the fragrance of flowers, but it is better than the fragrance of flowers.

Before it's too late, the aroma of wine is first refreshing.

Xu Ziling swiped a brush and scribbled two lines on it, like ghostly drawn symbols, no one could understand it, but it was extremely ingenious.Then Xu Ziling took out a seal in Zheng Banqiao's seal script from his arms, took a breath, pressed it heavily, and then gently put it away.

Without putting on his boots, Xu Ziling casually picked up the flagon jug in front of the stunned Fang Yimin, and drank with his mouth to the mouth of the jug like crazy.

Seeing that everyone was still looking at him stupidly, Xu Ziling laughed and said, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with this drunk chrysanthemum painting?"

Everyone didn't know what to say when they heard it. Who has seen such a mysterious painting technique?Who has seen such a wild talent?Who has seen such a magical drunken chrysanthemum?Who recognizes such a sloppy font?Who knows what Zheng Banqiao wants to use the painting to explain?

"Good painting!" Suddenly, a female voice with a gentle and clear voice clapped and applauded behind everyone: "My lord, this painting is very admirable."

Xu Ziling turned his head and saw a woman in plain clothes with a lady's headdress standing behind him with a smile, her bright eyes sparkling.The expression on the face is gentle and soft, although it is quite different from Bao Yuzhi's firmness, but it is almost the same as Song Yuzhi, but there is still a charming charm in his bones.

Obviously.She is Song Yuzhi's older sister Song Yuhua.

Standing beside her was Zheng Shuming who was smiling slyly in her bright eyes without saying a word.

"Do you know my master's painting?" Xu Ziling saw that Song Yuhua, who had succeeded in attracting this supposedly talented woman, pretended to look down on a little girl who was "long-term but short-sighted" and said: "Tell me. My painting is good. Where? Wait, let's see what these words mean first?"

Xu Ziling pointed to those cursive small characters.

Even Zheng Shiru, a madman from Henan, was sweating profusely when he read these words.He can only see half or half of it clearly, but he feels that there is a strange brushwork contained in it, which looks like martial arts and dance.Get him drunk.When Xu Ziling asked that woman, he couldn't help but sweat for that woman.Xie Wenlong was even more afraid that Song Yuhua would make a fool of himself and wanted to stop it, but he was also afraid of offending the eccentric Zheng Banqiao, so he prayed in his heart that she would pass the test.

"Young concubine, don't be angry." Maybe Mr. Xu's manly appearance frightened her. Song Yuhua frowned slightly with a charming charm, only to hear her cherry lips lightly said: "These cursive scripts have two extremes in form and meaning. The concubine's body is only half wildly estimated that it should be "the cold flowers have already bloomed and the chrysanthemum stamens are full of branches. The old pickers are frequent and the light fragrant wine will accompany you temporarily." I don't know if the concubine recognizes it?"

"You little girl is talented!" Xu Ziling let out a roar that startled everyone, then clapped his hands together and laughed, "Haha, I take back my impolite words and apologize to you. Your vision of talent is admirable."

"I don't dare to be a concubine." Song Yuhua hurriedly bowed down and returned the ten thousand blessings.

Xu Ziling's words let everyone not only breathe a sigh of relief.And ecstasy.Everyone never expected that Mrs. Xie could recognize all of them. Even Zheng Shiru, a crazy man from Henan, only thought that she was at most the same as himself.Most of the madness was unexpected... Zheng Shiru was also greatly admired in his heart.

Because as soon as Song Yuhua said it, he immediately understood the direction of those cursive characters that had been elusive, which made him feel as if a door of calligraphy had been opened, and his whole heart was brightened and brightened. A wonderful understanding silently grew in his heart, which moved him and him. .

If it is said that the state of Zheng Banqiao is too far related to me to comprehend, but I am a little closer to Mrs. Xie, so I can comprehend it better.

Once Song Yuhua pointed it out, Henan madman Zheng Shiru suddenly had a kind of understanding in his heart.

So naturally I was overjoyed and applauded.

"Zhu Rui's heart is resistant to cold and invades jade bones and ice muscles stand proud of frost." Xu Ziling laughed like a maniac and said: "When the frost falls and the flowers wither, only the chrysanthemum blooms proudly against the frost. Leaning, leaning, looking up, or bowing ;Like songs, like laughter, like words make autumn alive. It is not spring, but it is better than spring. It gives people the enjoyment of beauty and even has the spirit of inspiring people to forge ahead. Please try to say this painting..."

"This picture of drunken chrysanthemum seems to be drunk and still awake." Song Yuhua pointed at the picture of drunk chrysanthemum with a smile and said with a little finger, "The scent of flowers and wine will be more when the sun is dry and the wine is congealing. In addition, you can taste wine. The meaning of wine is the holy king among chrysanthemums. Although the painting is speechless, it is enough to understand the character, morality and aspirations of the young master. There is nothing missing. To say that I admire the concubine's body is even more I admire the young master!"

Song Yuhua's response caused everyone in the Xie family to slap their palms.

Even Xie Wenlong was very satisfied. Fortunately, there was Song Yuhua sitting in Xiejia Kuangzun Fort, otherwise Zheng Banqiao would be suppressed by the limelight so that he would not be able to look like it!For the first time in his life, he was satisfied with Song Yuhua's performance!

"These are..." Zheng Shuming suddenly happened to point to another picture, "Shi Shi's History of Lion Eating" and asked as if he had just discovered it.