Yang Can walked in front.

The mayor of the town, Hong Qian, followed in the footsteps, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, and his demeanor was respectful.

Mr. Cui laughed secretly in the back, his friend, who has been obsessed with poetry and articles all his life, has such a strange behavior, which is not surprising.

Walking outside the study, Mr. Cui and Yang Fan stopped and waited outside, asking to be quiet when writing, and not to have many onlookers.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were all brought by the mayor of the town, Hong Qian, and they were all good products, and they had never been used, and they were much higher grade than those in the Yang Mansion.

Hong Qian carefully put the pen, ink and paper inkstone on the table, spread out the rice paper, opened the inkstone box, and carefully sharpened the ink.

Yang Can smelled the sound of gold and stone when the inkstone was rubbed, and couldn't help but secretly admire, it really deserved to be a famous inkstone.

I have to say that the level of Hong Qian's ink grinding is much more clever than that of Xiaohong, and the ink is moderately thick and smooth.

After Yang Can's pen was run, he held the pen in his hand, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Hong Qian consciously retreated to the corner.

Yang Can stood at the table, motionless for a long time, he needed absolute calming of the mind and body to relax and gather his mind, so as to enter the state of Tai Chi.

Hong Qian's atmosphere didn't dare to come out, he was a person who had seen the world, Yang Can's expression gave him a calligraphy demeanor.

"Spring view. The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world! swings in the wall, and the road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

The pen in Yang Can's hand began to move, moving out of control, vertical and horizontal, and the transition was extremely smooth.

Tai Chi and calligraphy are the two treasures of traditional culture.

Hong Qian was curious after all, he stood on tiptoe, stretched out his head to look at the paper, only took a cursory glance, and his whole body trembled with joy.

In the past, Mr. Cui taught Yang Can, and when Yang Can wrote, he never intended to enter the state of Tai Chi, even so, the words he wrote were excellent, and he was very respected by Mr. Cui.

Mr. Cui has always wanted to take Yang Can's words out, but he always has no chance, so he can only describe it to Hong Qian.

Hong Qian didn't believe it at first, but after listening to what Mr. Cui said a lot, he couldn't help but believe it.

Now that Hong Qian saw Yang Can's words with his own eyes, he couldn't help but sigh that Mr. Cui's depiction ability was too poor, and he couldn't describe what happened.

The rich scent of ink rose from the paper and drifted out of the window.

"The pen and ink are fragrant. ”

Mr. Cui and Yang Fan glanced at each other, surprised, I really didn't expect that Yang Can's words could reach such a point.

Smelling the fragrance of ink rising from the paper, Hong Qian only felt that his whole body was soft, and it was crisp to his bones, you must know that the words written by Yang Can belong to him from today onwards.

Strange changes are abrupt.

First, the word "spring" rises from the paper, then becomes a bowl-sized ink flower, and then the word "jing".

The ink flowers bloomed one after another in front of Yang Can and Hong Qian, and the scene was extremely beautiful.

"Wonderful pen flowers, it turned out to be wonderful pen flowers. ”

Hong Qian was completely sluggish, this is the legendary writing realm, which is much more rare and rare than the fragrance of pen and ink.

Yang Can sighed, this transaction is a big loss, once this word spreads, I am afraid that it will cause the princes and nobles to rob, and the value is comparable to ten thousand taels of silver and medium-grade martial arts.

"Childe, you promised to give it to me, and you must not go back. ”

Hong Qian unconsciously changed his name, and he looked pleading with a pleading expression.

"Just a word, what is it, if I need it, I will write it again. ”

Yang Can said disapprerovingly.

Hong Qian couldn't help but pouted secretly, wanting to write wonderful words, even if it was calligraphy, they all had to look at the fate of life.

But Yang Can refused to repent, but the expression was clear, Hong Qian recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha in his heart, and stretched out his hand to brush the cold sweat on his forehead.

"This set of four treasures of the study has been with me for many years, and I have been reluctant to use it, because I am afraid that it will defile the treasures, and now I have all given them to my son. ”

When Hong Qian said this, the uneasiness in his heart was slightly alleviated.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

Yang Can did not refuse, and with good pen and ink in hand, he could write better words.

"Yang Can, I really can't imagine that you can write words with pen and ink. ”

Mr. Cui and Yang Fan softly pushed the door in, and they were full of praise as soon as they entered the door.

At this moment, the ink flowers have all been dispersed, and neither Mr. Cui nor Yang Fan know that there were ink flowers here.

Hong Qianqiang couldn't help but say nothing, holding back so hard.

There are good things that must be kept private, and must not be displayed in order to prevent being snatched away; this is the valuable experience that Hong Qian has cultivated over many years.

"Ahh

As soon as he saw the words on the table, Mr. Cui couldn't help but scream, his expression was extremely exaggerated.

"Brother Hong, make a price, I am willing to exchange all my treasures for this painting. ”

Mr. Cui was talking, and his eyes never took off the rice paper at all.

"Just your possessions. ”

Hong Qian said with a disdainful face.

"There is a lot of meaning in this word, and the artistic conception of the poem is combined, and it is integrated, if I can grow this post, my literary talent will definitely be greatly improved. I would like to use the copy of "General Pei's Poems" from a hundred years ago to watch this post for a month. ”

Mr. Cui said without raising his head.

"Three days. Hong Qian didn't expect that the "Poems of General Pei", which he had been asking for, was so easy to get his hands on, and it really didn't take much effort to get it.

"Seven days. "Mr. Choi bargained.

"Okay, but it's going to be a month from now. Hong Qian agreed.

"Ten days. ”

"Half a month. ”

"Deal".

Yang Can smiled secretly on the side, there are still officials and scribes, two real businessmen.

Yang Fan watched this "Spring Scene", and suddenly had a sad mood, he was shocked, and then he knew that he was taken to the mirage by the poetry book.

Originally, Yang Fan thought that Hong Qian was a big fool, but now he knows that the other party is worthy of being the mayor of the town, and he is really scheming.

However, there is always something wrong, wait, why is this font so familiar.

In an instant, Yang Fan remembered the poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers", and from that copybook, he could vaguely see the prototype of this character.

"Can'er, did you write the poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers"?

Yang Fan asked with a look of surprise.

Yang Can nodded cheekily.

Yang Fan couldn't help but blush, he never dreamed that robbing the maid Xiaohong's poems turned out to be made by Yang Can, and he was still showing off everywhere.

I knew that I still needed to rob it.

"What "Butterfly Loves Flowers"?"

Hong Qian and Mr. Cui were moved, raised their heads together, and asked in unison.

Yang Fan had already memorized the melons well, and when he heard the words, he couldn't help blurting out: "Leaning on the dangerous building alone, the wind is fine." Hope is extremely sorrowful, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored mountains. No one will be willing. It is also intended to be drunk with a madness. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard. ”

"This poem, it's really ...... Well, in my opinion, it is better than "Spring Scene". ”

Mr. Cui was silent for a long time before he sighed.

Hong Qian completely fell into the artistic conception of this poem, he unconsciously thought of his deceased wife, thought of those happy times when he was a teenager, but unfortunately he was like a yellow crane, gone forever.

"Brother Hong, this poem is really wonderful, we must not let it be buried. Mr. Cui sighed to himself.

"Okay, Childe, with just these two poems, you will be able to make a name for yourself in the world. ”

Hong Qian was so excited that he was beaten with chicken blood.

Yang Can has no doubt about this, everyone who sees these two poems is fascinated by them, it is really good.

"Please avoid it, I have something to discuss with my son. ”

Hong Gan's face turned pale, revealing a rare official authority.

Yang Fan and Mr. Cui claimed yes and withdrew together.

"Childe, I have something to ask for. ”

Hong Qian regained his serious demeanor.

"Please. "Yang Can's face has a look of displeasure, this Hong Qian, why are there so many things?

"I have a daughter, that is, Hong Yan, Pu Liuzi, I didn't dare to hope to climb high......" Hong Gan said with a normal face.

Yang Can was greatly impressed, and sure enough, he was a ****** person, and his face was indeed thick enough, but he couldn't let him continue, so he said: "This matter is difficult to obey." ”

"So, what about being a concubine, the son should do a good deed and accept her, how about it?"

Hong Qian refused to give up.

Yang Can hurriedly shook his head.

"I'll be a maid for you for seven days, right?"

Hong Qian's voice became heavy.

"I can't afford that. ”

Yang Can said solemnly.

"Yan'er died of her mother when she was a child, I was busy with business, and I have been negligent in disciplining her, if I continue to let it go like this, I am afraid that she will go astray. Even if you are fostered here, discipline me for seven days, it will be fine. ”

Hong Qian's words were filled with true feelings.

Yang Can has yet to resign.

"If you dare to refuse, I will cancel your qualification for the scientific examination. ”

Hong Qian finally couldn't help it anymore and shouted angrily.

Yang Can was silent, Hong Qian's scheming was too heavy, so people couldn't figure out what he was thinking in his heart.

"Why hasn't Yan'er come back yet?"

Hong Qian walked out of the door and asked angrily.

"Greedy peach blossoms refuse to return. ”

The accompanying soldier replied with a squeak.

"Bring her back for me, and say I have something important to order. ”

Hong Qian's robe sleeves flicked, full of official authority.

"Is it my own father?"

After Hong Yan heard Hong Gan's idea, she was simply frightened, she knew that she would say that she would not come to Yang's house for anything.

"If you are not at Yang's house, you will go to the prison and squat. ”

Hong Qian shouted angrily.

Hong Yan's tears finally flowed, she knew that her father was a person who wanted to save face, and once he made a decision, he could not change it.