The letter was sent away, and Liu Zhizhou came to Zhengjiazhuang the next day.

This is not excessive, the relationship between master and apprentice is even known to the old lady in the palace. If it weren't for the rules, Xiang Xiang would have recognized the master and apprentice in the morning. It's reasonable to come a lot, and whoever has this student will be proud.

Zheng Lang is writing.

I honed it, and finally got the benefits, since the capital came back after the font is slightly improving, and it is finally someone else's thing, copying, and finally unable to reach the realm of Dacheng. So after thinking about it for a while, the glyph is slightly correct, but in order to prevent it from becoming rigid, some small changes have been made in the strokes.

In this way, the original rice character of the noble son Chichong Street seems to be developing in the direction of an interesting and noble scholar.

But the changes are not very big, but insiders can't see it, the original innocent meaning continues to be retained, including the framework of the two characters, and the changes in the meaning of the glyphs absorbed from the Tang Dynasty.

Just started writing, not very successful.

Zheng Lang is not in a hurry, if he is just a small calligraphy family, everyone is surprised, one is age, the other is the novelty of the font, but after this improvement, once the breakthrough, although it can not enter the ranks of the top calligraphers, but can barely be called a big one.

This process will be very long, it may be a year, it may be five years or ten years, depending on your own surname.

Jiang Xing'er stood behind and watched intently.

Si'er doesn't understand, Jiang Xing'er understands, and knows that Zheng Lang is making an attempt and a breakthrough in every word. But it's not surprising that I saw five new fonts, and it seemed that I should try them. But seeing Zheng Jiazi with his own eyes, making breakthroughs again and again, he was very happy.

It is estimated that the little lady of the Cui family did not marry at this time, and if she married, even if she was whipped with a whip and driven away, she might not be able to catch up.

Not only writing, but also through the skill of writing, I am memorizing various scriptures. There are many scriptures that are relatively unpopular, and there is no storage in my mind, so I can only write more, remember more, and think more. After more than an hour, his wrist was a little tired, and when he put down the pen, Jiang Xing'er hurriedly came over and washed the pen for him.

Zheng Lang said: "My words are not suitable for you. But I can teach you two words. ”

"Okay." Jiang Xing'er said happily.

Zheng Lang flipped through in his mind, of course, the words in his mind were very good, and he may not have written them in his hands, re-dyed the ink, and wrote a few lines of words on paper modeled on Zhao Mengfu's "Three Door Stickers", and said after writing: "This kind of character is developed from the penmanship of the two kings, and its skill is a familiar, maintaining a leisurely and rich and calm mentality, you can write its true taste." ”

Zheng Lang didn't write very well himself, but he said some basic penmanship with a pen.

Only then did he imitate Dong Qichang's "Long Live Tongtian Tiba", wrote a few lines again, and finished writing: "It is still the same as the two kings, but it is slightly different, mainly ancient and charming, rough, majestic, and strong, which are its taboos and the shortcomings of this book style." But after it is written, it has a kind of rich and gorgeous atmosphere. ”

He explained some of its pen skills, and handed her two pieces of paper.

Whether she can break through depends on Jiang Xing'er's talent.

Jiang Xing'er suddenly knelt down and said, "Zheng Lang's great kindness, the slave can't be reciprocated, let the slave be Zheng Lang's cow and horse in this life." ”

"Needless to say, it's so pitiful, but since you come to my house, you have to get used to this quiet life, I don't care about the past, but if it happens again, I will definitely not like it."

"Yes."

Jiang Xing'er took these two pieces of paper and studied them like treasures.

Liu Zhizhou also arrived.

Welcoming into the house, Liu Zhizhou complained: "Why didn't you tell me? ”

Zheng Lang was stunned, what did he tell you?

"Zhizhou is ......"

"The pen holder."

"Zhizhou forgives the sin, at that time, the later life was just a prank, and I didn't expect it to cause a sensation, there were many people at that time, it's hard to say. Later, it spread again, and the later life was happy and quiet, afraid that people would hear about it, so they came to disturb it, so they didn't say anything. ”

"Zheng Xiaolang, you're miserable...... Certain. ”

"Yes, yes, it's better to change a few days to make a thing and give it to Zhizhou." Saying that, he ran to the room and got two bamboo roots, and he used the rest last time, but he hasn't made a move so far. Then he took it in his hand and pondered it, chose one of them, and said, "This is it." ”

Looking at the bamboo roots connected to the bamboo tube, Liu Zhizhou couldn't cry or laugh.

Zheng Lang ran to the room again, brought paint, brushes, and paper, and looked at the courtyard, there were still a few plum trees in the courtyard. With an idea, he drew a picture on paper based on the famous Southern Song Dynasty painter Ma Yuan's "Yiyun Immortal Apricot Picture", but the apricot blossoms were replaced with plum blossoms.

There was also some snow on it, and a few of the clumps of snow seemed to have fallen from the plum branches under the cold wind, revealing the plum blossoms in patches of brown dead branches.

Ma Yuan is a very famous painter, good at painting mountains, water, flowers and birds. In his hands alone, there are twelve ways to paint water, but his painting method is very strange, painting a corner of the mountain, painting the end of the water, especially using some strange painting methods, making his landscape paintings look strange, thin, strange, and sparse, so for a long time, people do not know how to evaluate his landscape paintings. However, his paintings of flowers and birds were more formal, so they were recognized by people during his lifetime.

Zheng Lang attaches great importance to this painter, and in the past two years, he has copied more than a dozen of his paintings.

At this time, it is not difficult to draw a picture of snow plum.

Finally, the branches were dyed with light ink, and the old stems were counter-dyed with a little cyanine, and the latter procedure made the plum blossoms look vibrant, otherwise all brown, would be covered with a layer of dead air, and the more than a dozen plum blossoms that bloomed did not match.

Then use grass green to lightly coat the petals painted with white and pink hooks, and rehook with rouge.

A beautiful picture of Xuemei is finished.

Dropping the brush, he wrote on it with a brush:

The dusk is bright and snowy, and the moon cigarettes are blooming.

The wind blows the flowers, and it is suspected that it is the feet of the sun.

A very timeless little poem, the last sentence is even more charming. An allusion from Song Jing, a virtuous minister of the Tang Dynasty, although it is winter, spring is not far away. But the use of yang feet is a metaphor for Liu Zhi to have political achievements like Song Jing, and everywhere he goes, there are feet and yangchun.

When he finished writing, he blew the ink, which was a poem he wrote himself, short and concise, so he was very satisfied.

Then he wrapped this small painting on the bamboo root and said: "Just use it to make a pen holder for Zhizhou, how about asking for guilt in later life?" ”

"This is also ...... "What else can I say, look at the mind of the disciple, and I can't blame him anymore."

Zheng Lang smiled and said: "Zhizhou, there has been this time in the future life, and Zhizhou will take care of it." ”

"You can't just go crazy. Last time, Fan Zhongyan also came and saw the poems and words you wrote. He said, don't bother you, you are young, you are too high, and you are arrogant, but it is not beautiful. ”

"He's been here?"

"Just one time at the Poetry Society."

"No wonder he just smiled when he stroked the piano for him."

"Although he did too much this time, this person is also a dragon and phoenix among people."

"That's it, so I admired him in the future and went to play the piano for him, but I didn't expect to give rise to so many rights and wrongs." But Zheng Lang does not regret it, the three people who respect him the most in this era, the first is Fan Zhongyan, the second is Di Qing, and the third is the little emperor.

Although many things happened during the reign of the little emperor, if Song Huizong had half of the ability of the little emperor to govern the country, even if the Jin people went south, the Northern Song Dynasty would never lose the country. Of course, Sima Guang and Wang Anshi have a lot of credit. Even speaking of which, even Ouyang Xiu, Han Qi, and Kong Daofu, the ministers of Qingliu, bear an unshirkable responsibility for the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty.

He asked again, "How did Zhizhou find out?" ”

Liu Zhizhou told what happened.

Zheng Lang sighed and said: "People's hearts are greedy, Fan Zhongyan is greedy for the righteousness of heaven and earth, the later generation is greedy for talent, and the villager can only be greedy for property." It can't be avoided. ”

After talking for a while, Liu Zhizhou took his leave. I loved it in my heart, and I came with anger, and when I met, instead of being angry, I talked seriously for a long time.

Only a few days later, this time the court had a reply, and the old lady personally made a comment: The Zheng family is young and frivolous, and you are also confused, so quickly send those few things to the capital.

A child is mischievous, and it is still your descendant, you actually became a four sages, are you a foolish official?

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