Kong Celadon invited Fang Yi to come to Xuanhua Pavilion, not just to greet him, but after Kong Celadon came back, he told Fang Yi the reason.

This time, Kong Celadon called Fang Yi over, mainly to introduce him to a person, that is, Wang Lao.

Wang Lao's name is Wang Zhuo, is a calligrapher, his calligraphy is very powerful, in this generation of high morality, and with many officials are very close, it is rumored that in Tianjing with some old people to know, the relationship is very wide.

Hearing this, Fang Yi probably knew Kong Celadon's intentions, Kong Celadon invited Wang Lao to bring him and wanted to connect him and get to know Wang Lao, if he could be appreciated by Wang Lao, it would mean that he Fang Yi also had connections.

"Miss Kong, my handwriting is very ugly, and it's useless for you to introduce me to Elder Wang. Fang Yi smiled bitterly.

Kong Celadon said: "Even if your handwriting is ugly, Wang Lao doesn't just read calligraphy. Wang Lao knows some old people in Tianjing, and I don't ask you to get Wang Lao's appreciation at once, I just want to make Wang Lao remember you, that's enough. ”

Fang Yi was silent for a moment and said, "Miss Kong, you think too much for me, you don't have to be like this." ”

Kong Celadon just smiled and said: "A thousand gold is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find." ”

Fang Yi's eyes were a little strange, and he said, "Don't you have any friends before?"

However, to Fang Yi's surprise, Kong Celadon actually nodded.

At this moment, the door was opened, and the cheongsam woman from before appeared and said, "Mr. Kong, Mr. Wang, please come over." ”

Kong Celadon got up and looked at Fang Yi.

Since Kong Celadon was well-intentioned, Fang Yi naturally would not refuse.

The two came to a room, and the cheongsam woman gently opened the door, and a tempting and refreshing tea fragrance suddenly wafted out of the room, which was a little stronger than the fragrance of Pu'er tea.

In the elegant room, an old gentleman sat cross-legged, and behind him there was a little boy in his teens, very clean and lovely.

"Elder Wang. Kong Celadon walked in, greeted with a smile, and owed a debt as a sign of respect.

Mr. Wang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Little celadon, the old man and your grandfather have intersected, you have often seen the old man, you don't need to be too polite, come, sit down, taste the old man's personally fried ripe tea, and see if there is any of your Pu'er incense." ”

Kong Celadon walked over, picked up a cup of warm tea, first smelled the fragrance, then took a sip elegantly, put down the teacup, and praised: "Grandpa Wang's tea is really fragrant." But he didn't say anything about his own Pu'er incense.

Wang Zhuo was extremely happy, stroked his white beard, looked at Fang Yi, and said, "Little celadon, this young man is ......"

Kong Celadon immediately said: "Oh, his name is Fang Yi, and he is my good friend. ”

Surprise appeared in the eyes of the old man Wang Zhuo, looked at Fang Yi, and said: "Fang Yi, you can be a good friend of the little celadon, but the blessings you have cultivated in several lifetimes, you can also taste the cooked tea fried by my old man." ”

Fang Yi responded and walked over, but when he picked up the teacup and sniffed it carefully, he didn't drink it as elegantly as Kong Celadon did, but drank it directly, which looked very vulgar.

"How can you be like this, you treat the teacher's tea like this!" The clean little boy held back his redness, as if he was about to rush up and beat Fang Yi violently.

Not only the little boy, but also Wang Zhuo and Kong Celadon were also surprised.

Fang Yi smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, Elder Wang, I just think this tea is a bit like what I drank before, I haven't drunk it for a long time, so I can't hold back for a while." ”

However, these words surprised Wang Zhuo again, and said: "Young man, do you know that this tea is very difficult to pick, and it is only available in a specific place, could it be that you have really drunk it before?"

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Maybe I made a mistake, and I ask Elder Wang to forgive me." ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the white eyes of the clean little boy.

Wang Zhuo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, and then Fang Yi and Kong Celadon sat down together, and Wang Zhuo said: "Little boy, go and take out the calligraphy you brought for the teacher and give it to Xiao Celadon." ”

Kong Celadon was a little helpless, he was so big, and he was called Little Celadon by Wang Zhuo.

The boy answered, took out the calligraphy, unfolded, on it is extremely neat, but free and flowing brush words, giving people a sense of beauty and momentum. It's just that Fang Yi looked at it like this, but he felt that it was a little too far behind the bad old man at home, and he couldn't help frowning.

This detail happened to be noticed by Wang Zhuo, and Wang Zhuo said: "Fang Yi, what do you think of the word old man?"

Fang Yi praised: "Very good. ”

However, such words sound like a teacher complimenting a student.

"The teacher's words are the best, do you understand them?" said the clean little boy named Xiaotong very angrily, in his heart, the teacher's words are unmatched, no one can compare.

On the side, Kong Celadon was a little worried, her original intention was to recommend Fang Yi to Wang Zhuo, but Fang Yi was like this, which might make Wang Zhuo angry.

However, Wang Zhuo smiled and said, "Fang Yi, you also know calligraphy?"

Fang Yi said modestly: "I was forced to learn a little by an old man before, and my handwriting is very ugly. ”

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said, "Don't be humble, little celadon, you have a pen and paper here, bring it to Fang Yi." Although Wang Zhuo was not angry, he must still be a little unhappy in his heart.

Kong Celadon smiled bitterly in his heart, and asked people to bring rice paper and brushes, as well as inkstones and ink ingots.

"Boy, grind the ink. Wang said clumsily.

Although the child was extremely reluctant to grind ink for Fang Yi, the teacher's words had to listen and began to grind ink, but he pouted, very childish.

"Elder Wang, my handwriting is really not good-looking. Fang Yi smiled bitterly, he didn't expect to be driven to the shelves.

Wang shook his head and said to continue.

So, Fang Yi had no choice but to do it, but when he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, he couldn't start it, because he didn't know what to write.

"Hurry up and write! Isn't it impossible to write, hmph, now I know it's embarrassing, I knew it was like this, why brag just now. The boy said disdainfully.

Fang Yi was speechless, he was actually despised.

Suddenly, Fang Yi saw Kong Celadon's gentle and beautiful face, dignified and elegant, his heart moved, and he suddenly thought of the sentence that the old man wrote in front of a photo before, and he had a plan in his heart.

The next moment, Fang Yi picked up the pen and began to write on this rice paper.

One by one, one horizontally and one vertically, Fang Yi moved as he pleased, without the slightest pause, flowing clouds and water, without the slightest drag of mud and water. Seeing this, a pair of old eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually felt a fierce momentum from the young man in front of him.

He had felt this momentum before, and only one person had given him this feeling.

And the little boy, who was still very dissatisfied with Fang Yi, stopped pouting at this time, and his eyes were round.

Lift the pen, transport capacity, put down the pen, all in one go.

Fang Yi put down the brush and said with a smile: "Elder Wang, I'm done writing, my words are ugly, please forgive me." ”

The boy immediately went over, picked up the rice paper, and put it in Wang Zhuo's hand, and when Wang Zhuo saw the words on it, the old face looked instantly cold.

"I have a tiger in my heart, smell the roses, good, good!" Wang Zhuo's hands trembled, and he was excited.

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