Feng Jiwen took the paperweight and flattened the paperweight.

The boy carefully re-stirred the ink that had been sharpened earlier.

Feng Jiwen rolled up her sleeves slightly above her wrists, stood in front of the table and meditated for a moment before taking down a sheep's hair from the pen stand.

When the action was skillfully dipped in ink, he suddenly paused.

Feng Shuzhi, who had never dared to get too close, for fear that he would accidentally hurt himself when he was embarrassed later, but he had been paying close attention to the eldest sister's movements, thought that she was about to escape.

"But this ink doesn't work?" Yuan Mei asked with a smile when he saw this.

"Not really. Feng Jiwen Hao Ran said: "I haven't written a birthday couplet, so I searched it in my head, but I didn't come up with a reason - if Mr. gives a couplet, let Ji Wen write it." ”

She is not afraid of writing, but writing poetry for pairs or anything has never been her strong point.

"I thought about it half this morning, but I was embarrassed by myself, and I couldn't continue the following ......after most of the day," Yuan Mei said this, looked at He Shen, who was standing not far behind, and suddenly said with a smile: "It's better for Zhizhai to make a pair for me - you couldn't bring Xi Zhai over today, and I haven't even settled this account with you!"

He Shen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He Lin was too undignified because of his literary examination results, for fear of Mr. Yuan's questioning, and he felt that he had no face to come, but now he has become Mr. Yuan's 'coercion' of him to make his birthday words.

According to what Mr. said, if he doesn't do it well, he will lose his face by hanging in front of the Qilin Building, and it will not be the fault of the younger generation. The young man's voice, which was already good enough, was a little more gentle because of the hint of joke in his tone.

Yuan Mei smiled and nodded when he heard this, and let him do it.

He Shen pondered for a moment, and his good-looking brows rose slightly because of thought.

There was a brief silence in the hall, and Yuan Mei and Feng Yinglian were both smiling and silent.

Ding Ziyu was obsessed with the way of poetry and books, and he was somewhat curious about this banner man who was the first in the assessment of the official school of Xian'an Palace every year, and now he has some expectations.

It's just that what he was looking forward to even more was the glimpse of the wild grass under Feng Jiwen's men at the poetry meeting that day - he didn't have the opportunity to watch it in detail at that time. Later, although he would occasionally meet Feng Jiwen in Feng's mansion, it was a bit abrupt to ask for Miss Mobao of the Boudoir Pavilion.

Now that I have the opportunity to see it up close, I am naturally very happy.

At this time. The young man who could only hear it on one side smiled warmly and opened his mouth.

"This couplet of paper is long enough, and it is just right to post it on the two treasure pillars outside the main hall of the Qilin Building, in order to not leave a blank on the couplet, I specially thought of a miscellaneous couplet - the length is slightly longer, and Miss Lao Feng has started to write. ”

Feng Jiwen paused slightly. The head of the jaw said: "It's okay, just read it with the son." ”

Only then did He Shen slowly say the upper link.

"The snow falls all over the courtyard, and in winter, I go to the west of the city to watch the green smoke and the five watches, and I only laugh at the Chinese New Year in the fifth watch——"

Probably because he was worried that Feng Jiwen would not listen carefully, she spoke very slowly, and her words were more clear.

Feng Jiwen's pen movement hanging her wrist is also unhappy, although it is also erratic and neat, but it is far from the arbitrariness and wanton of the pen in the breeze corridor that day.

Ding Ziyu felt that something was wrong, and unconsciously took two steps forward, and fixed his eyes on the paper. I couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out that this time it was not written in cursive.

But...... Song Huizong's thin gold?

Among the women, he had never seen anyone practice this character.

The expression on Yuan Mei's face changed at this time, a smile was fixed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips moved a few times, which was a bit incredible.

At the table, the little girl maintained a bowing motion, and her childish face was full of concentration.

The eyes are like paint, and the gaze moves inch by inch with the tip of the pen.

A smile flashed in He Shen's eyes.

I still remember that day in the Breeze Corridor, she had this expression.

It seems that once the pen is lifted, everything around is nothing.

I used to think that this little girl was bold and cute.

At the moment, I couldn't help but add one more - upright.

Push the paper repeatedly. Dip in ink and put pen to paper.

There is no blasphemy, but I think the appearance of this girl when she writes is really extremely positive.

stopped writing at the end, and Feng Jiwen still didn't smile. With a serious expression, he took the paper and spread it out in front of him again.

The boy carefully held the couplet she had written, and put it aside to dry.

Yuan Mei, Feng Yinglian, and Ding Ziyu stepped forward and watched intently, but for a while, no one paid attention to listen to what Lian'er was doing......

"Blessing to a deep household, before the spring comes to the court, I smell the dew and wash the three nines, and the three nine years old add to the brocade year. ”

and Shen Yuluo. Came forward.

Feng Jiwen wrote exactly what she was in, but halfway through her pen she was stunned, and asked out loud: "Wen Minglu ......?"

"Wen Minglu is cool and washes Sanjiu, and Sanjiu is a year old-" This voice suddenly got closer and made Feng Jiwen subconsciously turn her head slightly, and without guarding, she saw a very clean handsome face beside her, smiling and staring at her words.

It's really good-looking.

Especially when you look closer.

As soon as this idea popped up, she couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

Knowing that it's a routine, why do you still force yourself to go inside?

Feng Jiwen, I really didn't see that you were such a person-she secretly condemned herself.

I forced myself to retract my mind from the love of self-loathing, and put down the pen again, without the slightest pause and hesitation, and the rest of the first half of the couplet was completed in one go.

Seeing her put the pen down, Yuan Mei couldn't help but shake her head.

Seeing this, Feng Yinglian only thought that he was going to say something faulty, and said with a smile: "Don't say anything nitpicking, just say that my crescent moon is worse than your apprentices?"

He was born as a scholar, and calligraphy is a natural way to distinguish whether something is good or bad, but it is far less profound and thorough than Yuan Mei, a literati who has been accompanied by poetry and books all day long.

Yuan Mei "tsk" twice, his eyes wandered back and forth between the two couplets, and he said slowly: "It's far away, it really can't be compared with ......" and shook his head again.

Feng Shuzhi, who was standing far away, suddenly felt as if his face was red when he heard this.

Embarrassed for Feng Jiwen.

But this Mr. Yuan is really straightforward enough.

She shouldn't be jumping in anger, right?

But the expression on Feng Jiwen's face did not change at all, and after putting down the pen, she stood sideways, and heard Yuan Mei's words at this time, but she only moved the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was smiling rather than laughing, but it was definitely not displeased.

The world is so big, there are more capable people. She practiced calligraphy because of her infatuation, not because she was comparing herself with others.

Mr. Yuan, as a contemporary Wenjie and an elder, commented on two sentences. She listened.

It's just that she didn't care, and Feng Yinglian, who couldn't hear others say bad about her granddaughter, immediately blew up and feigned anger: "Then tell me, which apprentice is worse than you?"

Feng Shuzhi's face turned even redder for a while.

The scene seems to be getting more and more awkward.

If I had known, I wouldn't have come out with them......

Feng Shuzhi, who was thinking about how to escape. But suddenly Yuan Meilang laughed a few times.

"Where do I mean that!" Yuan Mei lightly tapped the paper with his hand, and said, "I mean that my apprentices are much worse than your girls...... This thin gold is several times stronger than mine, Mengtanggong, this treasure has been hidden by you at home for all these years, and it is inevitable that it is too deep!"

Looking at this strength, it is by no means something that can be cultivated in one or two years.

Anyone can write, but the reason why there are very few calligraphers is because to write a good hand, talent and diligence are indispensable - some people are diligent enough, but their hearts are not spiritual enough, and some people are talented. But he stopped because he was tired and lazy.

This girl is clearly the winner of both.

Zhi Zhai only told him that this girl's cursive writing was wonderful, but he didn't know that it was not only a fine drill school, and even Huizong's handwriting could be so handy.

"Hahahaha......" Old Man Feng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed instantly: "Forget the truth you said!"

Still not modest.

"......" Feng Shuzhi only then knew where Feng Jiwen's cheekiness came from.

In the past, he knew so little about his grandfather that he really didn't see that he was such a person.

Feng Jiwen was really surprised by Yuan Mei's praise, and was flattered and said: "Mr. Yuan is exalting me too much. ”

"No, no, no. Yuan Mei shook his head and said, "I've never been a person who says flattering words, don't you believe you ask Zhizhai?"

Can this also be asked of him?

He Shen wanted to laugh a little, but he also cooperated with his chin.

Feng Jiwen suddenly felt that this atmosphere was a little strange......

Yuan Mei said with a smile: "If the words next to it are well written, it is only good to say that the sky is broken." I don't think so. But I had also practiced Huizong's words earlier, and I knew that the most difficult thing to get this thin gold hand was that elegant and leisurely, maybe my heart was not able to calm down, and I couldn't do it after practicing it a few times. and forsook. I often talk to people about thin gold, and I always feel that if I can write well, everyone must be a fairy!"

"Sir, it's overrated. Feng Jiwen couldn't help laughing.

In fact, what Yuan Mei said is not bad.

The reason why Feng Jiwen was able to practice this handwriting well was actually 'benefited' from the terminal illness in her previous life.

From the initial unwillingness to anger to struggle, and then in the process of struggling, I slowly looked down on Qiē.

The feeling of life being gradually overdrawn is enough to smooth out all the unrest of a person.

Although it can't be called a fairy heart. But that sense of relief is also indescribable.

"This pair of birthday couplets is wonderful, good poems with good words, it's really a match made in heaven, and people can't find a single flaw - I'm really reluctant to stick it to the Qilin Tower like this, isn't this a tyrannical thing?" Yuan Mei laughed twice.

Old Man Feng: "I like to listen to what I say, the more I look at it, the more it complements, isn't it really a match made in heaven?"

Feng Jiwen's face was messy.

What is the ...... She must be thinking too much, right?

"It was a match made in heaven. Ding Ziyu, who didn't realize the hidden words in Yuan Mei and Feng Yinglian's words at all, honestly followed.

The corners of Feng Jiwen's mouth twitched.

If you do it once, can't you change the word?

Obviously they are all readers, what about the novelty?

It should be said that Miss Feng's words cover up the ugliness of this miscellaneous poem. He Shen, who had never said much, said with a smile.

Feng Jiwen sighed secretly when she heard this.

Sure enough, it is as good as recorded in the biography, and it is exquisite.

It's just that what such people show is often less than one-ten-thousandth of their true side.

It looks the most kind, but in fact it is the most dangerous.

That's part of the reason why she's holding back.

She likes to be comfortable by nature, and subconsciously wants to avoid people and things with a dangerous atmosphere.

He Shen looked at her as if he had been inquisitive.

Not again.

This kind of distinct did not speak, but still had a very strong sense of rejection.

It was the same as the snowy night of the previous day, and the front of Xizhi Gate was the same.

He was still smiling.

And Feng Shuzhi, who witnessed this qiē, has already begun to doubt life.

It is very likely that one person may be out of flattery when he says yes, but when everyone says yes, is it all deliberately holding her?

Feng Shuzhi was skeptical and wanted to step forward to see what was going on.

It's just that at this moment, the voice of the waiter suddenly came from behind him.

"Sir, the second son of Jin and Miss Jin are here. ”

Yuan Mei smiled and nodded, motioning for someone to come in, but his eyes were still reluctant to take his eyes off the couplet.

Jin Rongyue and Jin Yiyu entered the hall, and what they saw was this scene.

The two saluted Yuan Mei, and when they saw that Feng Yinglian was also there, they also gave a salute.

Jin Yiyu and He Shen glanced at each other, as classmates who had just dropped out of the official school of Xian'an Palace, they politely bowed to each other as greetings.

Jin Rongyue's gaze swept over Feng Jiwen without a trace, and seeing that Yuan Mei was focused, he asked with a smile: "Master is so engrossed, I don't know what he is looking at?"

"You can take a look, too. Yuan Mei turned his head and beckoned to her, and said with a smile: "Look at this birthday couplet, whether it is well written or not." ”

Jin Rongyue walked over, and Jin Yiyu followed closely.

The brother and sister stopped at the table one after the other.

A flash of surprise flashed in Jin Rongyue's eyes, but she quickly covered it up, and only hurriedly swept it and praised: "I haven't seen the master write Huizong's words for a long time, but now it's so expressive——"

Yuan Mei smiled and said nothing.

Jin Yiyu was full of amazement and did not hide it, and even went to the front and looked down carefully several times, and finally asked with some hesitation: "The handwriting is excellent and impeccable...... It's just that under a closer look, there is a faint sense of hard and soft in a woman, it must not be Mr. Yuan's own handwriting, right?"

Jin Rongyue frowned inexplicably.

"Jin Ergongzi's eyes are really like a torch, and this painting is indeed not my book. Yuan Mei looked at Feng Jiwen with a smile and said, "Isn't the main master just standing in front of him and watching?"

The two brothers and sisters of the Jin family looked at Yuan Mei's line of sight.

Jin Rongyue was surprised.

Jin Yiyu asked with interest: "I don't know who this girl is?"

"The girl in the Mengtang family. Yuan Mei replied on his behalf, which shows that he likes Feng Jiwen very much.

The young lady of the Feng family?

The Feng family has only one young lady.

Jin Yiyu suddenly thought of the cursive script.

And the Prime Minister Rat.

I really can't imagine that the person who wrote the wild grass is really just such a little girl.

His gaze fell back on the black couplet on a red background.

If it was an accident when I saw that wild grass before, it would be unbelievable to see this thin gold again.

If it weren't for the fact that the ink on it was only half-dry, and that there was only one girl present, it would have been hard for him to believe that this was really the work of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Speaking of Feng Yatou's words, the teacher suddenly remembered something. Yuan Mei smiled and said to Jin Rongyue: "I heard that on the Xiangshan Feng Festival that day, Feng Yatou used to make a cursive script, but then I looked for it several times, but I didn't see it, I don't know what happened? )

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