If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 31 If the frost forest has no leaves, the waterfalls and waters fly in, the dragons and snakes race to walk, and they are powerful

   As Lu Jiang spoke, his aura suddenly became heavy, and he was in the realm of qi and blood. The arrogant qi and blood rose from him, landed in the Qingliu Pavilion, and pressed against Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing didn't seem to notice, he was still sitting on the stone bench, his eyes were calm.

   "This doesn't make the fifth cousin worry." Lu Jing said, "I just have to trouble the fifth cousin not to bring unfamiliar people into the house in the future, otherwise the cousin's anger will only increase.

   Just like that Xuehu son... I wonder if my cousin is still running horses with Xuehu son recently? "

   After Lu Jing's words, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression became a little clearer: "I forgot that my cousin's horse is already dead."

   Lu Jiang's breath suddenly stagnated, and he couldn't bear the hatred in his eyes any longer.

   He sneered: "Lu Jing, how dare you talk to me like this?"

   "Okay." Ning Qiang suddenly spoke up, interrupting Lu Jiang's words: "Lu Jiang, Lu Jing is your cousin, although I don't know the feud between the two of you, I shouldn't bring it to this Qingliu Pavilion.

  Because today in this Qingliu Pavilion, in addition to my cousin and me, there are also guests.

  伱 Being so aggressive today, wouldn't it make Ren Dong a joke? "

  Lu Qiong also frowned, nodded and said, "Cousin is right, I don't want to pay attention to Lu Jiang's grievances and grievances, so you can say it in private, don't disturb my interest."

  Lu Jiang's expression became more and more gloomy. He stared at Lu Jing for a full two or three breaths... Then the sullen look on his face suddenly disappeared, and instead he showed a little smile.

   "Cousin, cousin, I'm just joking with Lu Jing. There is no big deal between me and Lu Jing. I think after today, Lu Jing will know that he is wrong and shouldn't talk to my cousin like this."

  Lu Jiang meant something.

  Lu Jing looked calm, as if he didn't hear the threat implicit in Lu Jiang's words.

  Ning Qiang, probably in order to ease the atmosphere here, took the initiative to say to Lu Jing: "Lu Jing, Lu Jiang praised you just now, saying that your handwriting is excellent, why don't you write a few words, let us see?"

Lu Qiong also rubbed his palms and smiled: "When my father was young, he was very good at writing in pine and cypress script, just like his martial arts. Famous, and many nobles came to ask for words.

  I didn't expect Lu Jing that you also practiced a good hand of calligraphy, hurry up, let's see. "

Lin Rendong, who has always watched the changes in the pavilion with cold eyes, but said nothing, even said: "Master Jing, my father also loves calligraphy very much. .

   If Young Master Jing can spare no effort in writing and writing, Ren Dong also wants to see the bones of Young Master Jing's writing. "

   Lu Jiang, whose face returned to normal, also smiled and said: "Young pen and ink are the most rare, Lu Jing, since you have already shown your edge, how can you refuse?

   The edge has been exposed, and it will be difficult to take it back. "

   The masters in the Qingliu Pavilion all persuaded them like this, and the several maids next to them exchanged glances and were also quite interested.

   Among the maids present, except for the two girls serving wine, the other maids were all girls trained by the wealthy family since childhood. Although they are not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, they can be regarded as knowledgeable.

   Even Qingyue, a girl who had been neglected since childhood, followed Lu Jing and was taught by Lu Jing's mother to read and write together, not to mention girls like Xi Qiu and Xue Liu.

   Over time, they naturally became very interested in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

   Many eyes fell on Lu Jing.

   Lu Jing accidentally glanced at the depths of Lu Jiang's eyes, showing contempt and disdain.

   "This Lu Jiang probably thinks I'm only sixteen or seventeen years old, so what kind of pen and ink can I practice?"

  Lu Jing smiled in his heart.

   "The reason why I came to Qingliu Pavilion is to report my grievance directly, to make Lu Jiang, who has repeatedly tried to embarrass me today, be angry and make him unable to understand."

   His thoughts were magnanimous, and he knew the purpose of his coming here, so he nodded lightly under the eyes of everyone.

   "In this case, it would be rude for Lu Jing to push back."

   "Ning'an, prepare pen and ink." Ning Qiang immediately greeted the maid behind her.

  Ning'an was Ning Qiang's maid. Hearing her own lady's words, she quickly brought the pen and ink that had been prepared for prayer from the side.

  There are two maids who **** to clear the sundries on the stone table.

  Qing Yue stepped forward to display paper and grind ink.

  There is also a lot of expectation in her clear eyes, and her extraordinarily simple dress makes her more elegant.

  Lu Jiang looked at Qing Yue thoughtfully.

  Lu Qiong's eyes also showed admiration, watching Qingyue prepare these.

  Lu Jiang and Lu Qiong also have different eyes.

  Lu Jiang was deep in his mind, pressing down on something in his eyes.

  Lu Qiong was frank, as if he was just appreciating beautiful things.

   "Master, the ink is finished." Qingyue whispered and retreated behind Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing stepped forward and started writing.

   At this moment, a crimson light flashed in Lu Jing's mind, and the [Diligence and Diligence] fate was triggered, which made Lu Jing concentrate instantly.

  His temperament also became more and more good, which made the eyes of many present lit up.

   "Writing and looking up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind."

  Lin Rendong stroked his silver hair, and suddenly remembered such a poem, but felt that it was quite appropriate to describe Lu Jing at this time.

  Lu Jing wrote, but never wrote.

   He thought for a moment, looked at Ning Qiang, and said, "Cousin, you are a famous talented girl in southern Jiangsu, why don't you write a poem?"

  Ning Qiang just said that she no longer wants to write poetry in Japan today, but she seems to have forgotten what she said just now.

   She nodded lightly, pondered for a long time, and finally whispered to herself...

   "A piece of flowers is flying and spring is diminishing. In the past, there was still a free garden."

  I don't know what Ning Qiang thought, her tone was low, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, and she chanted in a low voice.

  Lu Jing frowned, but he also wrote down!

  The pen and ink dye the paper, the strokes fall, the words are like a swordsman drawing a sword, and the spirit is moving.

  The expressions of everyone who were watching Lu Jing’s writing around the stone table also moved!

  Ning Qiang was also moved, but continued to recite: "The rain and the wind are madly in the morning and evening, but the grass is far away."

  Lu Jing frowned and continued to write.

   At this time, several maids opened their eyes one after another, and Lu Qiong only felt that the cursive writing was flowing and flowing, and the writing was fast and ups and downs.

  The original disinterest in Lu Jiang's eyes also disappeared without a trace, replaced by more and more gloomy.

   It's just that everyone's attention was on Lu Jing's words. Even Ning Qiang's excellent words were taken away from the luster. Naturally, no one noticed Lu Jiang's eyes!

   "My eyes are full of sadness and sorrow, where are the tall buildings, looking at the southern bank of Jiangsu.

   Alone leaning on the lantern for a long time.

  The mountain is infinite in the shadow of the setting sun. "

   After Ning Qiang chanted, Lu Jing had also closed his pen, standing tall, and his spirit seemed to be extremely healthy, but his brows were still slightly frowned, and he didn't know what to think.

  Look at Lu Jing's words again...

   Most of the people present were fond of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and naturally knew that this word was written very well.

   The brush and ink are displayed without exaggeration, as if dragons and snakes are racing, clanging and powerful.

   Lin Rendong knows the way of calligraphy best, and can't help but praise: "This word... has bone strength, but the calligraphy and painting are thin, if the frost forest has no leaves, the waterfall water is flying..."

   "Good, good, excellent!"

   There are three good words in a row, and the praise in them is self-evident.

  Lu Jiang was silent.

   suddenly remembered that this honeysuckle girl seemed to be approachable, but she was actually proud, and she hadn't said a word to him today.

   (end of this chapter)