Lan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up suddenly, and she glanced at Brother Gongzi gratefully, and hurriedly took over the words generously: "I can indeed play, if Grandpa Long doesn't dislike it, I'm willing to ......"

However, before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhen Yuwei, who had just come in from the door, "Of course it's my sister who wants to play the guzheng, who doesn't know, my sister's guzheng is so good, no one can match!" ”

Hearing this, someone immediately echoed: "Yes, they all say that Miss Zhen is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I think why don't you let Miss Zhen play a song for us?" ”

Lan Jiaojiao's lips turned white, her fingers clenched tighter, and she glanced at Zhen Muqing with a touch of hostility, Zhen Muqing didn't take a small role like Lan Jiaojiao in her eyes, thinking that she was not worthy!

Zhen Muqing walked over, smiled gently and gracefully, and her words and deeds were quite beautiful in everyone's demeanor, looking at everyone and saying:

"Now where is my turn to sacrifice ugliness, with Grandpa Qin here, I want to see Grandpa Qin's calligraphy first."

"Yes, I also want to see it, I heard that Qin Lao's calligraphy was auctioned for a sky-high price of 56 million this time, which can be described as a stroke of genius."

Old Man Qin waved his hand humbly, "Where am I a genius pen, but a calligraphy master named Mo Lan is a hundred times stronger than me, and it was auctioned for a sky-high price of 110 million, what is my 56 million?" ”

As soon as the auction ended, Mr. Qin heard that someone's calligraphy was even more powerful than him, and that copy was the same as the real Wang Xizhi's own handwriting, and the similarity was amazing.

At first, Old Man Qin didn't believe it, after all, he began to copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy since he was a child, with his love and dedication to calligraphy, decades of profound skills, and the charm of the pen is naturally not a problem, and he thinks that no one can surpass him.

But when he saw Mo Lan's calligraphy with his own eyes, he was really shocked, and at first glance, he really thought that Wang Xizhi was alive, and God knew how excited he was at that time, and he couldn't wait to snatch that calligraphy back.

In the end, he offered a price of 200 million yuan to buy the calligraphy, but people were unwilling to sell it to him, which caused the old man to think about tea and food these days.

Even last night I dreamed that I had bought that calligraphy, and I began to study and copy it day and night, but unfortunately it was only a dream after all.

After that, Old Man Qin sent people around to inquire about who Mo Lan was, but he never heard back.

Hearing the name of "Mo Lan", many people present also heard about it, and some people spoke with interest:

"But I just don't know, what kind of old man this Mo Lan is, he must be a respected predecessor like Qin Lao."

After all, the calligraphy master with profound skills will naturally not be young, and he is definitely an old man who is over the age of six.

Old Man Long naturally knew it, and he was fortunate to see the inky blue calligraphy in the circle of friends, which was also amazing, but now that Old Man Qin was present, he couldn't brush Old Qin's face, and echoed and said:

"That's for sure, but at the moment I just want to see Lao Qin's calligraphy, in previous years, when I had my birthday, Lao Qin refused to show his hand in person, and this year I can't shirk it anymore."

"Yes, Old Qin, you still let us juniors meet in person, right? I've admired you for a long time. "There's a boy who pleads.