The young man in Tsing Yi who was called by Bai Luoyue to the small table had a black line on his face, and a touch of helplessness flashed on his resolute face.

"This matter is true, how dare the little one pass on the prince's password without permission."

"Well, you go down first." Compared with Bai Luoyue's surprise, Bai Zhuyue looked indifferent, and he was already indifferent to the unreasonable personality of his old man.

"Brother, you said that my father wouldn't let me read and practice calligraphy again, right?" Bai Luoyue had a bitter little face, and asked his brother pitifully. I thought that my brother would definitely give him a cold eye, but this time not only did he not give himself a white eye, but instead chuckled and comforted her: "If you really don't like it, then it's fine." ”

Bai Luoyue really cried with joy now, she didn't expect her brother to stand on her side this time, and finally said a 'fair word' for her.

When the three of them came to the study, Bai Zhantian was already waiting there, and when he saw the three of them coming in, he hurriedly greeted them with a smile, and said with a smile: "Yue'er, come, come, see how about this calligraphy and painting of my father?" ”

Before Bai Qiyue could answer, she was pulled by Bai Zhantian and walked towards the desk. Dye Hua secretly looked at this simple and atmospheric study, more than a dozen huge bookshelves occupied almost the entire room, and the bookshelves were full of those extremely precious authentic books.

The walls on the side are all hanging authentic works of famous artists, when the eyes swept over a pair of calligraphy and paintings, I was shocked, I didn't expect that the calligraphy and paintings were actually stored in the palace.

The true work of the famous Ten Miles - the end of the rain Chunhua, but it is obviously a picture of Lingshuang Aomei, not why is it ten miles drafted with such a contradictory name as the end of the rain Chunhua?

With a sweep of his eyes, the next few paintings are even more precious. Among them, there are many empty mountains and smoke and rain pictures of the famous Chunhua, which are priceless treasures. Almost all of the peerless treasures that Qingliu Confucianism dreamed of can be found here.

Bai Qiyue, who was concentrating on studying calligraphy and painting, suddenly raised his eyes, and the purpose was to dye and paint a serious and pure beauty. Suddenly confused, hurriedly looked away, looked at the disgusted sister at the door, the picturesque eyebrows couldn't help but twist slightly, and a faint helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Putting away the calligraphy and painting, Bai Zhantian then opened another calligraphy and painting, and said with a smug smile: "This should be regarded as the most proud work of my father's life, I don't know what Yue'er thinks?" ”

"Father's current attainments are no longer comparable to Huajing Shiliu." Bai Qiyue's deep eyes glanced down with a touch of admiration, and the work in front of him was not at all like the cursive calligraphy that was circulating at the moment, and it was a school of its own.

"Haha, to be so highly praised by my son, I am finally relieved to be a father." Bai Zhantian has loved calligraphy all his life, and he has an unusual sensitivity to calligraphy.

"Paintings, you can also take a look." As soon as he was happy, Bai Zhantian didn't care whether others understood and appreciated it, at this moment, what he wanted to do was to let the people around him share this joy with him.

was admiring the dyeing of calligraphy and paintings, when she suddenly heard someone calling her, and suddenly looked at Bai Qiyue opposite with a blank face, but she saw Bai Qiyue nodding to her, and then she slowly approached the desk.

What caught my eye was a pair of calligraphy and paintings, the font was a little special, different from a certain modern one, the strange thing was that the dyeing painting could be understood, and when I was surprised, how did I know that Bai Zhantian suddenly asked: "What do you think of the painting?" ”

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the fleeting expectation in Bai Zhantian's eyes, he suddenly smiled and said: "The prince is worthy of being the first calligrapher in the world, and with this masterpiece alone, he can be proud of the world and no one can match him." "This is a heartfelt compliment, but in Bai Zhantian's view, these praises are just some beautiful words, and they have no meaning.

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