Bo Ming didn't care about him, he directly chose one of the thinnest of the few brushes brought by Wang Qin, and touched the hair of the brush with his hand, which was half of the sheep's hair and half of the wolf's hair, the former was soft and the latter was hard. She carefully filled the ink, shaved it twice, and carefully looked at the tip of the pen again, and there was no extra hair, so there was no need to pull it out. Nodding, Ming's white jade hand gently stroked the rice paper, which was more beautiful than the quality she usually used, and it was very delicate. All in all, for this whole set of four treasures of the study, Hao Ming is very satisfied, and even a little surprised.

Hao Ming thought to herself, since she had the heart to teach the guy in front of her a little underwhelmed a lesson, she naturally had to come up with ten out of ten skills, and the best thing she wrote was the thin gold body! Thinking of this, Hao Ming no longer hesitated, recalling the meaning of his grandfather's writing of thin gold characters, and put down the pen familiarly.

The pen was quickly written, and with a few smooth horizontal and vertical turns, he gently put down the pen.

She also wrote the word "bamboo meaning", and the two words on the rice paper at the moment are thin but do not lose their flesh, and the turning point is also quite hidden, and in general it is not bad. It's just a little worse than back then, and when Ming Ming saw it in his eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head, "I only have this level now, and I'm much behind before." As she spoke, she gently blew on the half-dried ink.

Ming raised his head only to see that the man's face was a little dark, and his forehead was ...... Did this person suspect that he had deliberately thrown out the sentence just now and slapped him in the face, and thought that this person's title might not be low, so he said seriously: "The Dong Ti character I am learning now, so the thin gold font is a few points behind." ”

The man snorted, obviously with a look of displeasure on his face from the inside out, and he said, "Is it worth advocating the word of the deceased monarch?!"

This made Hao Ming choke, this guy is really very unpleasant! Hu Ming said unceremoniously: "Song Huizong is not a good emperor, is Dong Qichang a good courtier?!" -- Song Huizong died in the Northern Song Dynasty, but Dong Qichang was even more notorious in the fish and meat township when he became an official!

Ming Ming took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hand that had accidentally dyed ink, and saw that the person's face was as black as ink, and he thought that this person's identity was about not low, so he changed his words again, and said: "However, character quality is not equal to character!"

"Isn't character equal to character?" the man muttered, his face darkened, and he suddenly smiled, "That's an interesting saying!"

Hao Ming immediately said solemnly: "I am an objective and fair statement!" After that, Ming Ming saw that the words on the rice paper had dried up, so he rolled up the words familiarly. Since this person is not an ordinary person, it doesn't look like he is offended ruthlessly, and he can just accept it when he sees it! I can't keep this guy still a Baylor, or a prince or something like that! Otherwise, how can he send it in one sentence, and he can get the best four treasures of the study from the Pingjun Palace? It can be seen that it is a character who even the king of Pingjun has to give a little face, how can the title be lower?

Hao Ming rolled up the rice paper and was about to hand it to Banxia to collect, but the man suddenly froze, and he said, "Wait!

"Huh?"

The man looked at the pile of rice paper, and the second sheet on it was also stained with a lot of ink, which showed that it was printed through the first sheet, and he hurriedly turned over the next one, and even printed a few dots. He couldn't help but look surprised: "Your words are powerful through two layers of rice paper?!"

Xuan paper is a relatively thick paper, and the texture is firm, the general pen power is difficult to penetrate, not to mention through two layers of rice paper!

The man took the rice paper rolled up in Mingming's hand, quickly spread it up again, pressed the corners with the paperweight, he looked carefully, measured it for a long time, and looked at every turn of the word "bamboo meaning" several times, secretly bowed his head slightly, and suddenly looked up and asked: "How many years have you practiced calligraphy?"

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's been eight years." She silently added the words "this life" to the end.

"Eight years, is it only eight years?" the face of the man in gorgeous clothes suddenly became a little melancholy and complicated.

In fact, it's been at least eighteen years, but I'm not even eighteen years old, and I'm afraid no one will believe that kind of words. Hao Ming hurriedly added: "I write for at least three hours a day!" -- every afternoon, it was a calligraphy class, but she practiced a handful of upright and beautiful Dong characters.

The man in the costume silently rolled up the words again, and he sighed: "I have this one." ”

When did I say I was going to give it to you?!

The man in the fancy dress seemed to understand the expression of the man, and he coughed twice in disguise, "I'll give it to Fu Peng when I go back and ask him to change the words on the pavilion." ”

I let out an "oh", which is okay.

Suddenly, Hao Ming hurriedly said, "Then wait a minute, I'll make a seal!" -- Not long ago, I asked a well-known seal master in Beijing to engrave a seal, and now it is the time to put it in handy.

Banxia immediately took out a bloodstone seal from his sleeve and presented it. The seal materials of this era are not as expensive as those of later generations, this bloodstone seal is full of one-third of the blood, and the blood is red, and the price is not expensive, it only cost three months of silver, that is, fifteen taels of silver.

The man in the fancy costume looked at the bloodstone seal pinched on his fingers like a green onion, and suddenly frowned.

Bang Ming took it, pressed it lightly in the ink box, and put a small red seal on the lower left corner of the word "Yi" on the rice paper, which was the word "Bang Ming".

The man in fancy clothes glanced down: "Huh?"

Mingming smiled and said, "It's my little print." Although her name is Nalan Yingning in this life, she is really reluctant to give a good name to her grandfather in her previous life, so she borrowed the mouth of Mr. Zhang, who teaches homework in the house, and asked him to take these two words as his own words. In this era, it is a very rare and fashionable thing for women to have a table!

Since ancient times, there have been expressions, but they are usually talented women!

The man in Chinese clothes said softly: "Hum his voice, ask for his friend's voice." It is a famous sentence in the Book of Poetry. He just praised it, and said: "The engraving is acceptable, but the seal is too bad!"

The black line is endless, sure enough, this guy's title is not low, otherwise he would not have said such a tyrant's words! Even in the noble family in Beijing, although the bloodstone seal is not the best choice, it is not considered "secondary"!

Even in the Qing Dynasty, the most ordinary quality Tianhuang stone was still more expensive than gold! She was a character who had not been out of the cabinet, and her income on weekdays was only five taels of silver per month, and she was afraid that she would not be able to buy a piece of Tianhuang stone for several years! Although she also has a lot of valuable jewelry, she can't take out her daughter's private belongings, right?

At this time, the man in Chinese clothes said lightly: "I'll bring you a piece of Tianhuangshi another day." ”

Hao Ming immediately shook his head like a rattle, "Forget it, it's useless!" - although she is sure that this guy is a local tyrant, and a piece of Tianhuangshi is only a drop in the bucket, but looking at his age, you can know that he must have a wife and concubine in his twenties, so it is better not to have a close relationship.

The man in fancy clothes, as if he hadn't heard the words of rejection, said, "That's it." ”

Boom Ming is a black line again.