When writing on brocade silk, it is natural to use a brush, not to carve. Gongsun Fu, who previously depicted Danqing, took out a pen that was not used for painting, but a light blue brush with a pen shaft that painted flowers and plants.

The end of the pen is decorated with a small pot, and the handle of the pot is decorated with snow-white jade beads.

"This is a flower and grass spirit, it is the best pen, and the entire Yao country is unique. ”

Noticing Su Ang's favorite expression, Wen Peng Zhu Yu opened his mouth to make amusement, and Gongsun stroked his beard and smiled.

And Su Ang stroked the pen, only to feel that the tentacles were soft, like a woman's skin, and his fingertips seemed to have a sense of hearing and smell, and he could smell the fragrance of flowers and plants in a trance, and also heard the rustling of grass blades in the wind.

Then I picked up the pen, and felt that the palm of my hand sank, which looked ethereal and elegant, and it weighed nearly ten catties.

Gongsun Fu, who had been staring at his disciple, teased and said, "Huaqing Grass Lingding can be used easily?"

"Good stuff is handy. ”

Su Ang smiled, picked up the pen again, and he felt heavy just now and pulled out the pen flower very freely.

It's not that he has great strength, it's not that he is used to writing with a brush, but he has entered a state similar to an epiphany, the person is still in the hall, in front of him is the empty table exposed by sweeping away the wine and food, the table is an open fan, and the surrounding six lamp stands are supported by oblique branches Thirty-six candles are brightly lit, and there are two people standing next to him, the county commander and Wen Peng, but his pupils are dilated, and he sees a different scene in a trance.

The shadow of the goose is oblique and the moon is boundless, and the spring dream is boundless.

Waking up from the dream, Su Ang suddenly knew that his surname was Tang Mingyin, the character Bohu, the number six was like a layman, and he was also called the master of the peach blossom nunnery, and he was fifty in his Chinese New Year's Eve, he pushed away the delicate beauty beside him, stepped on thin shoes, and slowly walked out of the door.

There was wind outside the door, there was a moon in the sky, and then there was a lot of falling heroes on the ground, 'Tang Yin' unconsciously connected with his own bumpy encounters, and was stunned, and the block in his chest was depressed and could not be resolved, so he listened to the wind, looked up to the moon, and his fingertips suddenly rose out of eight feet.

He used heaven and earth as paper, spring breeze and moonlight as ink, and swayed big characters like buckets, which were reflected on the bright moon one after another.

"Do! Don't wake up yet!" suddenly, there was a big drink in my ears.

Su Ang came to his senses, knowing that he had been brought into Tang Bohu's artistic conception just now, and when he thanked his mentor in his heart, his eyes gradually focused. He saw two lines of poetry written on the back of the folding fan, and he knew what it was, but he read it gently.

"Spring Dream Three Watch Goose Shadow Side, Fragrant Clay One Foot in Front of the Horse's Hoof.

It is difficult to pour new love into gray wine, and only the sachet is pitiful.

The deep courtyard should be like a hail, and the long door is sad about locking the day like a year.

Who is right but idle peach and plum, saying that it is related to the joys and sorrows. ”

A line of words, a few drops of blood? How many knots are hidden in this seemingly soft poem?

One word seemed to be miserable for a year, every word seemed to be scarlet with blood, and suddenly Su Ang understood how much indescribable strength was hidden under Tang Bohu's uninhibited appearance, and his nose was slightly sour, and he wanted to shed tears for Tang Bohu.

Next to them, the county commander Gongsun Fu and Wen Peng Zhu Yu were demented, staring at the poems and muttering in a low voice.

"Love poem? no, it doesn't feel right, it's not a love poem!" Wen Peng's old eyes straightened.

Gongsun Fu, the county commander, shook his head fiercely: "Of course it's not a love poem, this is a poem of spirit! How much talent is hidden in every word and every sentence? How much helplessness is hidden? This order seems to see the talented man's love of serving the country, but he has no choice but to go to heaven and earth. Helpless! Crying! Stunned! Painful! Crying three liters of blood! This is said to be related to the sorrow and joy stone, and a good one is said to be related to the sorrow and joy stone! Fortunately, this order is willing to take power for his lover once, otherwise when he sees this poem, he will really cry three liters of blood!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time looked at Su Ang in amazement, affected by the artistic conception contained in the poem, the two looked at Su Ang as if they were looking at a sage who was unable to display his talents, and they couldn't wait to accept it, and when they really couldn't bear it, there was a golden light suddenly on the fan, and the golden light meandered across the fan, hooking all the fonts, although it was not dazzling, but it seemed to last forever, and there was no power that could be erased.

Awakened by the eternal golden light, Gongsun Fu shuddered, and came back awake. Wen Peng and Zhu Yu also secretly shouted luck in their hearts, if they worshiped Su Ang, a junior, they would really have no face.

Gongsun Fu, who was undecided, grabbed Su Ang's shoulder and laughed: "Good apprentice, really a good apprentice for the teacher!" "Falling Flower Poem" seems to be a love poem, but it writes all the ambitions in your heart, for the teacher to understand, for the teacher to understand ahhahahaha." ”

He only cared about the excitement, but Wen Peng Zhu Yu carefully looked at the poems, and then gasped later, and said with a toothache: "This is a masterpiece of famous poetry?"

Hearing this, Gongsun Fu's body stiffened, and he turned his head rattling, he was too deeply affected by the artistic conception of the poem just now, and he forgot to check the level of the poem, and at this time, he looked carefully, and couldn't help but look at Su Ang in amazement.

The war poem on the fan bone is a big fame, and it is also the limit of Xiucai, and this is another high-quality famous poem, which is also the limit of Xiucai. Wouldn't his apprentice be able to write unlimited poems?

No, it's not right, it can only be said that Su Ang's literary talent has surpassed Xiucai's literary position, and his apprenticeship, in terms of literary talent alone, has long surpassed Xiucai's level!

"Good apprentice! Good literary style!" Gongsun stroked his wrist and exclaimed.

Su Ang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "Master Qiyu, "Falling Flower Poem No. 29" was not written by an apprentice, but by his mentor Tang Bohu. ”

Staring at Su Ang's particularly serious expression, Gongsun Fu and Zhu Yu looked at each other, almost speechless.

Teacher Lu Lun, Teacher Wang Wei, Teacher ***, this is another teacher Tang Bohu? Su Ang, Su Ang, you just don't want to open the door to the Su family.

The two of them slandered in their hearts, and suddenly their heads exploded, and their hair stood up: "What do you say, Luohua Poem No. 29?"

"That's right. ”

Su Ang blinked: "Mentor Tang Yin, the word Bohu, has a total of thirty poems of "Falling Flower Poems", and this row is twenty and nine. ”

"Falling Flowers Poems" is arranged in the order of writing, not according to rank, but Su Ang didn't bother to explain, seeing that Shangshi Gongsun Fu and Zhu Yu were already frightened, they stuffed the flowers and grass into the cuffs while drinking and eating.

Because of the consumption too much, Su Ang gulped down his meal, and occasionally looked at the two of them, thinking that after saying the thirty poems, these two people should believe that "Falling Flower Poem" was written by Tang Bohu, right?

At his own age, there must not be so many poems.

But Gongsun Fu and Zhu Yu were still in a daze, and they used their talents to transmit the sound later.

"It's no wonder that this order wants to keep the light and obscure, and more than thirty high-quality poems are famous, which scares this order. ”

"Lord Shangguan rest assured, Xiaguan will keep silent. ”

This is how the misunderstanding arose, and until Su Ang said goodbye and left, the two remained silent.

Su Ang, who wore shoes at the entrance of the lobby and finally didn't have to fight barefoot, seemed to feel that he could walk steadily, and as soon as he walked to the entrance of the ya, Wen Peng and Zhu Yu came from behind.

"Su Jiazi, your gray donkey is a wonderful thing. ”

"What do you say?" Su Ang was a little puzzled.

Zhu Yu told the donkey barking, and couldn't help laughing, because at this time, he could still hear the donkey barking, and it didn't stop.

He pointed in the direction of the county right lieutenant's yamen, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you haven't registered the inspection pass, if the registration is completed, the old man can't destroy it at will." You also have to think more about Guangliangren's side, Guangteng is valued by the county right lieutenant, and his future is also very good, you might as well open your mind and accept Guangliangren. ”

Speaking of this, Zhu Yu's face was wrinkled with a smile, revealing Sensen's old teeth: "You kid is a good luck, how can you say that Guangliang is also the first beauty in our Chen'an County." ”

Su Ang has nothing to say, because this is not a matter of mind at all, but he has a heart, and the so-called first beauty can't cover the one who is obsessed with the bedside.

can only give up his hand and say goodbye to Wen Peng and Zhu Yu.

Wen Peng Zhu Yu glanced at his cuffs secretly, and left with a smile.

Out of the yamen, down the nine steps of the yamen, Su Ang went to the side of the horse tie stake, and found that the gray donkey was still calling, and a figure dragged the short tail of the gray donkey, so that the donkey would not let go.

"Climb high, climb up, high. As if he hadn't heard Su Ang's footsteps, Chen Ming laughed loudly.

Su Ang shook the folding fan, as a writer, he could collect the ancient golden light and make the folding fan less conspicuous, but because the eight beautiful pictures were really beautiful, if he wanted to be inconspicuous, it was actually difficult, just put the folding fan up, raised his legs on the donkey and then turned around, rode the donkey upside down and looked at Chen Ming, smiled later, and exclaimed: "Well done!"

What did you do beautifully? Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, and then went to pull the donkey's tail again.

Swish!

Su Ang, who was holding a folding fan, suddenly exerted force, and when the folding fan speed accelerated, the fan surface was also completely opened, and Chen Ming, who was originally a tempting eight beautiful pictures, saw that Chen Ming showed greed, but suddenly turned into eight white bones, which frightened Chen Ming and staggered back, and fell the wet and cold ground.

"Climb high!"

Chen Ming, who felt that his blood seemed to be frozen and coagulated, suddenly became furious, and jumped up to scratch Su Ang, but found that Su Ang was riding a donkey upside down and had already left the old man upside down.

Su Ang's matter of wanting to be the chief of Dongshan Pavilion quickly spread throughout the entire Chen'an County.

There is Wen Peng Zhu Yu as a guarantee, the county order Gongsun Fu nodded, the matter is already ironclad, no one can pick it up, and there are even rumors that the literary talent of the red bean Su Angxiu is indeed outstanding, and it is also because of this that the turmoil of the county examination leader has not passed, and Su Ang's reputation has greatly increased.

To Su Ang's surprise, when the wishes of sentient beings continued to surge and his cultivation became faster and faster, he had two more aliases.

One is riding a donkey upside down, and the other is interesting, it turns out to be a man Su Ang.

It's normal to ride a donkey upside down, and when Su Ang rides a donkey home, he feels pretty good, but 'not a man Su Ang', that is, it is rumored that Guangliang people promise each other with their bodies, but Su Ang is unmoved, with Guangliangren's body and beauty, Su Ang is definitely not a man.

Hearing this name, Su Ang glanced in the direction of the neighborhood with a complicated expression, and there were also people laughing heartily in the Guangfu in the neighborhood.

Falling back on the thick chair, hundreds of people pointed at his sister and smiled. Add this reputation to Su Ang, he is a good sister, and he really can think of it.

Self-humiliation, non-monarch does not marry.

A daughter dares to do this, let me ask Su Jiazi, are you a man?