"Twenty-five, can there be a wife at home?" After asking about Chen Mo's age, Cai Yong continued to ask.

"There is a wife's room, and he teaches medical skills and college students with Hua Yuanhua in Donglai." Chen Mo said calmly.

Cai Yong was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, you have a wife and still play the phoenix in front of Cai Yan, his baby girl is not a small life, he secretly scolded and smiled:

"Hua Yuanhua, Hua Shen Doctor is passing on medicine in your Donglai? Is your wife still a female healer? So what is medical school? ”

Chen Mo touched his chin and said:

"I Donglai has a private school of Chinese culture that teaches classics, an agricultural institute responsible for teaching farming, and an engineering and technical institute that teaches craft manufacturing, of course, the most lively is this medical school, at least my wife and Hua Shen Doctor's medical skills are much beyond ordinary people."

Chen Mo wanted to say that he was still going to set up a military academy, but unfortunately he had too few talents on his hands, and if he could get some of them, he would have scraped many talents in Qingzhou.

Cai Yong didn't understand what Chen Mo was doing this, he was still complaining about Chen Mo for playing the phoenix, and now Cai Yan looked at Chen Mo with watery eyes and didn't let go, he didn't understand how to be a father, suddenly Cai Yong looked at the words he wrote on the silk cloth, and he suddenly thought about it and said to Chen Mo:

"It's all said that piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I don't know if Tianxing can make achievements in other aspects, otherwise you and I will play a game, and then Tianxing is sending a piece of ink treasure to my family Zhaoji?"

Chen Mo is idle anyway, he came to Cai Yong's house today for recreation, of course, the large piece of stewed meat and water wine Chen Mo still doesn't like it, this talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Chen Mo is glad that this old man didn't say that the poetry is right, those things Chen Mo doesn't understand, there are many poetry pairs in later generations in his memory, but Chen Mo never thought of using these things of others to pretend to be competent.

Looking at the strange smile on Cai Yong's old man's face, although Chen Mo was strange, he didn't expect that he was in trouble. The little trouble was foggy since the music stopped, and a pair of eyes were misty, and he nodded and smiled:

"Mr. Cai has a life, and Chen Mo will be ugly, but the speed of painting and writing is fast, so it's better for me to draw and write first and then play the game. This will not affect the mood of the game. ”

Cai Yong doesn't care, he just wants Chen Mo to be a little ugly in these things, Cai Yan has been playing with him for a long time to learn his handwriting and copying the font of his predecessors, she can't say that she can see the words of ordinary people, her handwriting is much stronger than how many literati, and few people's handwriting can also enter her vision, as for playing chess, Cai Yong asked himself that there are few people in Luoyang City who can play with him.

Cai Yong thought of the beginning but didn't expect the result, Chen Mo happened to exchange the ability of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. All of them are the top of the world, and no one can match these abilities, and when people put the silk cloth pen and ink, Chen Mo accidentally saw Cai Yan sitting on the round stool leisurely, and with a movement of his hand, a wolf was like a phantom lightning and moved rapidly on the three-foot silk cloth.

Cai Yong's old eyes can't see Chen Mo's pen movement at all, Chen Mo's pen movement is like a sword, and his mind must be perfect for every stroke of priority, depth and shade, but in half a tea time, a picture of a lady will clearly appear on the silk cloth.

A girl sits in a gazebo. Holding his chin with both hands, he looked into the distance, and the lotus pond was blue and weeping willows moving. Everything seems to be the unity of heaven and man, Chen Mo bared his teeth and looked at the deliberate blank space, and wrote with a stroke of the pen 'The Cai family has a female name Zhaoji', and after quickly signing the money, Chen Mo habitually took out a personal seal and drank it and covered it.

Putting away the pen, Chen Mo waved his hand, and a stream of Jiuyang True Qi swept over, evaporating all the moisture on the silk cloth. He pointed to the silk cloth and shouted to Cai Yan, who was still in a trance:

"Miss Zhaoji, please look, Chen Mo is okay with his drawing, right?"

Cai Yan suddenly came back to his senses and walked over, but now it was Cai Yong's turn to go out of his body, but in half a tea time, Chen Mo actually drew a picture and mentioned the words, and he didn't see the font on it at all. But he could see that this painting and the words were perfectly combined, especially Chen Mo's smooth completion of all this, which was simply a miracle.

Cai Yan walked to the silk cloth, looked at the girl in the painting and thought coquettishly as if thinking about something, she pointed to the words and the inscription on it in amazement and said:

"Is this for me?"

"yes, I hope Akihime can still see it." Chen Mo walked aside, poured a glass of wine, drank it in one sip and said.

Chen Mo can be regarded as a realistic picture of a lady, the characters in the picture are almost vividly Cai Yan, and the surrounding environment can be completely unified and coordinated with the artistic conception of the characters although it is fictional, especially Chen Mo's one-handed calligraphy, fast and not ink, smart and elegant, there is a kind of domineering, looking at this calligraphy and painting, Cai Yan muttered:

"Painting into God, words are crazy, happy like immortals, is there such a perfect person in the world?"

She said and looked at Chen Mo again, nodded and said to herself:

"The person in front of him is it, and to be able to know him in this life, Zhao Ji is already satisfied."

Cai Yong wanted to toss Chen Mo to dispel Cai Yan's cranky thoughts, but he didn't expect this to backfire, he looked at the unprecedented calligraphy and painting, and sighed for a long time, hoping that he could overshadow Chen Mo in chess skills.

When a game of chess is halfway through, Cai Yong's head is sweating, but after watching it for a while, he can only admit defeat in the middle of the game, Chen Mo was proficient in chess skills for Zhenlong Chess, that is, the top chess player in later generations is not as strong as him, although Cai Yong's chess skills are outstanding, he can't reach the top, and Chen Mo is purely asking for trouble.

After Cai Yong waited for Chen Mo to excuse himself to say goodbye that night, he sat alone in the study and was depressed for almost half the night, and Cai Yan's little sister was also tossing and turning alone in the boudoir.

Although Chen Mo didn't deliberately show these in front of Cai Yong, he also had his own plans, his purpose was not the cute and cute Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji, but the half-old man Cai Yong;

Donglai is a base for Chen Mo, if he wants to really cultivate his future team, those alone are definitely not enough, at least he doesn't do much in literary dissemination, but unfortunately the only great writer Kong Rong is a state pastor, he can't invite him to be a professor who imparts knowledge, so when Cai Yong invited him, he began to plot against the old man.

When he returned home, Chen Mo asked all the spies to leave Luoyang early the next morning according to his instructions, while he continued to the General's Mansion alone.

The palace is only half a city away from the General's Mansion, Chen Mo went to the General's Mansion to report and sneaked out to the nearby tavern, Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and others also have their own affairs, and they are also busy with their own affairs at the moment.

In a huge dormitory in the palace, a man with a flushed face and bloodshot eyes half-leaned on the quilt, his lips trembling as he looked at a strong eunuch kneeling in front of him. (To be continued......)