I saw Mo Sheng calmly put down the pen, with force on his wrist, and the thick ink on the tip of the pen was like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, and a pair of exquisite scrolls were completed overnight.

"Orchid is dignified, Lang Lang Qiankun"

The guests were all impressed by his talent, and regardless of the soft and strong calligraphy of Mosheng, just the meaning of his calligraphy, elegant with a majestic atmosphere that cannot be ignored, it is wonderful!

The peach is dying, scorching its bloom; Orchid is dignified, bright and bright.

As soon as Mo Sheng's sentence came out, the couplet of the peach charm jumped out of personal pleasure and raised it to the height of peace in the world, which seemed graceful and magnificent.

It's really, wonderful, wonderful!

A heartfelt smile spread across her face, she knew that no one could compare to Brother Mo!

"Mr. Mo deserves to be the first painter in the Central Plains, I admire him!"

Murong Qian bowed to Mo Sheng, "There is a reluctant request below, and I hope Mr. Mo will not refuse!" ”

Xun Qingchen glanced at Murong Qian dissatisfiedly, what tricks is this kid going to play!

Relying on Brother Mo's good temper, you have to make inches, you say don't shirk, Brother Mo can't shirk!

It's funny!

Before Mo Sheng could excuse himself, Murong Qian "pounced"

He knelt down and bowed: "I have admired the name of the painting fairy for a long time, and I saw it today, and it really deserves its reputation!" Xiaosheng implored Mr. Mo to accept him as an apprentice! ”

The guests and friends present were all shocked, this Murong Qian actually wanted to worship Mo Sheng as a teacher!

Zhou Zong looked at this scene with a smile in his eyes, as if this qiē was under his control.

Mo Sheng listened to Murong Qian's words, the shock in his eyes gradually turned to indifference, and after a long silence, he said lightly: "I hope Gongzi forgive me, in this life, I will not accept any more apprentices!" ”

The water sank in his eyes, and he looked at Mo Sheng's expression carefully, feeling a little worried, Rao is temper was like him, and he couldn't stand Murong Qian's stimulation one after another!

Tonight, how many old things should Brother Mo remember?

"Childe's talent is actually far above me, so why should I be a teacher?"

Mo Sheng helped Murong Qian up, and immediately, he saluted Lord Situ and said goodbye, "Lord Rong, forgive me, I don't have much alcohol power, so I will leave first!" ”

Before Zhou Zong could exit the block, the corners of Mo Sheng's clothes had disappeared in the cold wind of the night.

Zhou Zong turned around to explain something to Murong Qian, but before he could say anything, Murong Qian looked at the direction where Mo Sheng was going, and smiled faintly: "This is the bearing that the first painter in the Central Plains should have!" ”

When Zhou Zong saw Murong Qian say this, he unconsciously relieved himself.

When he saw that the ink marks on the peach charm had dried, he began to order people to start their work.

Seeing that everyone was busy going out to hang peach talismans, Xun Qingchen quietly lifted her skirt and chased it out in the direction of Mo Sheng, but she happened to bump into Murong Qian's eyes, and Murong Qian hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Miss, what are you going to do?" ”

Hu Qingchen said coldly: "Mr. Mo is a distinguished guest in my house, and he can't be snubbed 1" If you can't snub him, you will snub me? Murong Qian's face hooked a good-looking arc, and he turned his head to ask her. Hun Qingchen glanced at him obliquely, and said angrily: "Who are you, how can you compare with Mr. Mo1" Mr. Mo, I can't compare, but you ......" Murong Qian stared at Hun Qingchen's sheared water autumn pupils, "But I can't snub me1" Murong Qian, I can't offend you, and I don't offend!" If you want to sue my father, you can sue sù, I don't care! Hu Qingchen was concerned about Mo Sheng, and he didn't have the time to take care of him anymore, the ribbon in his sleeve flew out and hit Murong Qian, and he snorted coldly, "Dodge 1" What? Angry? Murong Qian turned around to avoid the ribbon like water, and his sword eyebrows raised slightly, "I still want to, kill people and kill people!" "Murong Qian, I shouldn't have saved you at that time!" Hu Qingchen glared at Murong Qian angrily, and the dissatisfaction that had been held in his heart all day suddenly poured out. Murong Qian didn't have the slightest intention of restraint at all, and continued to laugh: "What? Regretted it? "Murong Qian, don't think that you can do anything wrong with the identity of King Zheng!" Hun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian coldly, "You know, I can ask for your life1 Murong Qian was unmoved, and said lightly: "If you don't care about Situ Mansion's life, you can try!" The light dust silk sleeves were raised, the silk was condensed, and he was about to slash down against Murong Qian's face, but Murong Qian did not dodge or dodge, and slowly closed his eyes. The moisture infected his eyebrows and froze in mid-air. Hun Qingchen's eyebrows were tightly locked, his eyes wandered on Murong Qian's fearless face, for a long time, the orchid fingers flipped over, took off the shawl, breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed his shoulders, and sighed helplessly: "Murong Qian, what do you want to do" Murong Qian stood with his sleeves flicked, and the wide sleeved robe brought a trace of fresh wind, blowing off the tulle on Hun Qingchen's face: "I just want to see your true face 1 The tulle floats lightly, scattered in the evening breeze, and the pink peach blossom surface of the light dust is exposed under the Chinese lamp." Compared with the cold dust of the floating life hall, it adds a touch of ruddy and is more attractive.