Taking away the scale on the rice paper, Zheng Du squinted his eyes, but his heart was shocked!

In ancient society, literati and writers have always paid attention to both style and bones, and also cared for face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info literati and elegant guests gathered together, indispensable poetry pairing, comparison and painting, if someone makes a fool of himself in public, it is impossible to say that it is disgrace. Therefore, even if the vast majority of literati are not proficient in poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, they must also dabble in a wide range of fields in case of emergency.

Although Zheng Du was a withdrawn person, he rarely attended such gatherings. But as a Shikovzi, he is naturally familiar with the six arts and well-informed, so after seeing the words on the rice paper, he saw some doorways.

The characters on the rice paper are authentic small letters, the small characters are round and beautiful, and the big characters are majestic and heavy. The brush stroke is natural, dexterous and vivid, just like Feihong playing in the sea, dancing cranes in the sky. Such a wonderful calligraphy is only seen in my life. Immediately, Zheng Du remembered that the words on this rice paper were written by the gentleman next door, and he was slightly surprised! At his ...... age, even if he has been immersed in calligraphy all his life, he will ...... I can't write it!

Although Zheng Du has an arrogant personality, his vision is still quite vicious. In fact, Mo Fei's research on Xiaokai has started in his previous life. It's just that at that time, it was purely an interest, three days of fishing, two days of drying nets, and more of a appreciation of Zhong Xuan, Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi and other famous works. After crossing over, he was exiled to the Western Wilderness for eight years, facing the desolate desert all day long, and he was extremely bored. Therefore, as soon as he has free time, he figured out how to write Xiaokai, and he didn't want eight years to pass, but he had a little success.

Zheng Du held the rice paper in his hand and looked at it word by word, without slackening. After reading it again, I actually felt a sense of powerlessness, such a delicate word, it really makes people feel ashamed.

After reading it once and re-reading it for the second time, Zheng Du noticed that the writing on the rice paper was indeed a prescription, "Gastrodia two coins, Sichuan fritillary ......". In addition, on the second page, there are precautions such as "the diet should be light, not ......". Is...... Exhaustive!

At this time, Zheng Du gradually calmed down, and glanced in the direction of the Yiyue Academy with a complicated expression, and his heart was mixed.

If this character is really written by him, then this person is not unlearned, but which young master is he? It's strange to have such a talent and never hear anyone talk about it.

With these doubts in his heart, Zheng Du went back to bed and tossed and turned. Then I got up again, looked at it carefully a few times, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, so I took it in my arms and went back to bed.

Let's go and ask tomorrow!

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At the end of the ninth year of Qiancheng, in the sound of crackling fireworks and firecrackers, Mo Fei and Yaya finally ushered in a beautiful day to carry on the past and forge ahead into the future. The two got up early, put on new clothes, and then pasted couplets, hung lanterns, and pasted blessing characters......

It's a pity that there is no TV in this era, and you can't watch the Spring Festival Gala; If you don't have a mobile phone, you can't send red envelopes. There are not many facts that the two can do, but they may be infected by the joy of the festival, and Yaya seems to be very happy all day.

So, on the night of the fireworks "Bang Bang! In the sound, Mo Fei looked at the sky, excited, and waved his pen: "Yuan Ri", the sound of firecrackers is one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

As soon as I finished writing on rice paper, there was a sound of "Bang!" outside the door. Bang! Bang! There was a knock on the door, Mo Fei and the maid looked at each other, and then went to open the door.

Zheng Du originally planned to come over in the morning, but last night he was overly excited and stayed awake all night until the early hours of the morning. In addition, the wine was very strong, and when I woke up, I saw that the house was dark, and I thought it was the middle of the night, so I fell asleep again. I heard the sound of fireworks in a hazy way, and then I suddenly realized that it was the thirtieth night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and then I hastily washed up and ran over.

At this time, the atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve has been pushed to a climax, and he was preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but he did not expect Zheng Du to come to visit. Although he was very surprised by the other party's sudden visit, but after thinking about it, Xu had such a custom as visiting the door on Chinese New Year's Eve in this world, and he didn't think much about it.

At the door, Zheng Du politely exchanged a few polite words, which were nothing more than some fixed words for New Year's greetings, the two had nothing to do with each other, and they didn't get along happily in the past two days, so after saying that, they were speechless to each other, and the scene fell into embarrassment. However, in the cold winter of Layue, standing like this is not a way after all, so he invited Zheng Du into the house.

Not long after moving to Canghai Academy, he didn't have time to tidy up the house too seriously, like jade antiques, ceramic screens, etc., he couldn't afford them, and there was no one in the house. For Zheng Du, such a house is not luxurious, let alone elegant, in fact, it is quite simple.

Aren't you the children of the powerful? This arrangement......

Zheng Du was suspicious in his heart, and after a while, he secretly considered it.

Although in Canghai Academy, during annual festivals like Chinese New Year's Eve, homeless people can live in the academy permanently, but basically they will visit teachers and friends and relatives. Zheng Du is used to being alone, and he is the most impatient with this set, so in the Cangzhu Courtyard on Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years, there were only people in his drunken academy. Today, I came to a page of the academy, in fact, the purpose is very simple, one is to find out what yesterday's food was? The other one...... It is to determine who wrote the word.

Now seeing that the young man's house is so simple, I have a little more doubts in my heart: if it is really the child of the powerful, then why is the house empty and lackluster? And why don't you return home on Chinese New Year's Eve? Don't...... Is it the illegitimate child of some house? It's not right...... to enter Canghai Academy, maybe you can rely on your talent, but living in Cangzhu Academy is not something that ordinary students dare to dream of.

Zheng Du used to read a lot of people, and this young man was only sixteen or seventeen, and he looked like he hadn't dried up. But after only seeing each other three times and not communicating, he left a feeling of seeing through the world and being light, which is really strange.

Thinking like this, the three of them sat down.

"How's your illness?"

"Old problem! It's not in the way, just lie down for a day or two. Although Zheng Du is not good at communicating with people, he is not ignorant of human feelings, and he feels that it is not good to ask more about the topic of illegitimate children. After thinking about it for a while, he raised his hand and said politely: "Thank you for the prescription of the child, Ao, and this girl's food." ”

Saying that, I still felt a little awkward in my heart, after all, I was ...... before. Speculating on others with malice is not the way of a gentleman.

"Well...... you ate it made by Xianggong, and you didn't eat a bite of what I made."

"You...... You're not dumb...... Bar? ”

Zheng Du's hair was scattered, his eyes widened, and he looked at Yaya with his mouth open.

Mo Fei on the side glared at the girl helplessly, and said with a smile: "Go and bring the stove over!" Then, he turned his head again: "...... Well, don't mind, she's like this to everyone. ”

"Oh! Be...... Is it? No ......, no hindrance! He was stunned and waved his hand awkwardly.

For a moment, the two fell silent.

Yaya came from the hut next to her with a stove, added some charcoal fire, burned it vigorously, and then put a pot of bright red soup pots on it. Mo Fei was not idle, got up to select the washed vegetables, and arranged the dishes, chopsticks and cups.

Leaving Zheng Du alone, he sat awkwardly on the pestle, watching him go back and forth.

After a while, the red soup in the pot gradually heated up, and a thick spicy aroma filled the whole room.