As Lu Jiang spoke, his aura suddenly became heavier, and he was in the realm of qi and blood, and the arrogant qi and blood rose out of his body, landed in this clear stream pavilion, and pressed towards Lu Jing.

Lu Jing didn't seem to be aware of it, he was still sitting on the stone bench, his eyes were calm.

"It's not a matter of worrying about the fifth cousin." Lu Jingdao: "It's just that I still have to bother my fifth cousin not to introduce unfamiliar people into the house in the future, otherwise my cousin's anger will become more and more vigorous."

Just like the Snow Tiger Boy...... I don't know if my cousin is still running with Snow Tiger Boy recently? ”

At this point, Lu Jing seemed to suddenly think of something, and his expression was a little more clear: "I forgot that my cousin's horse has long since died." ”

Lu Jiang's breath suddenly stagnated, and then he could no longer hold back the disgust in his eyes.

He sneered: "Lu Jing, how dare you talk to me like this?" ”

"Alright." Ning Qiang suddenly spoke up and interrupted Lu Jiang's words: "Lu Jiang, Lu Jing is your cousin, although I don't know what old grudge you have, you shouldn't bring it to this Qingliu Pavilion."

Because in this Qingliu Pavilion today, in addition to my cousin and me, there are also guests.

You're so aggressive today, isn't it a joke for Honeysuckle? ”

Lu Qiong also frowned, nodded and said, "What my cousin said is reasonable, Lu Jiang, I don't want to pay attention to any grievances you have, so you can say it in private, don't disturb my interest." ”

Lu Jiang's expression became more and more gloomy, and he stared at Lu Jing for two or three breaths...... Then the gloomy color on his face suddenly disappeared, and he smiled a little.

"Cousin, cousin, I'm just joking with Lu Jing, there is nothing big about me and Lu Jing, presumably after today, Lu Jing will also know that he is wrong, and he shouldn't talk to my cousin like this."

Lu Jiang meant something.

Lu Jing looked calm, as if he hadn't heard the threat implied in Lu Jiang's words.

Ning Qiang probably took the initiative to say to Lu Jing in order to ease the atmosphere here: "Lu Jing, Lu Jiang praised you just now, saying that your calligraphy is excellent, why don't you write a few words, let's see?" ”

Lu Qiong also stroked his palms and smiled: "When my father was young, he also wrote a wonderful pine and cypress calligraphy, just like his martial arts, strong and crisp and like a storm, even in Taixuanjing, he is also famous, and there are many nobles who come to ask for words.

I didn't expect Lu Jing that you also practiced a good hand, quick, let's take a look. ”

Lin Honeysuckle, who had always watched the changes in this pavilion with a cold eye, but didn't say a word, even said: "Young Master Jing, my father also loves calligraphy very much, and often looks for some master pen and ink.

If Young Master Jing can be stingy with pen and ink, Honeysuckle also wants to take a look at the bones of Young Master Jing's pen. ”

Lu Jiang, whose face returned to normal, also smiled: "Young man's pen and ink are the most rare, Lu Jing, since you have already shown your edge, how can you excuse yourself?"

The edge has been revealed, and it will be difficult to take it back. ”

Several masters in the Qingliu Pavilion persuaded each other like this, and several maids next to them were also quite interested.

Among the maids present, except for the two girls who served the wine, the other maids were all girls trained by the wealthy family since childhood, although they were not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, they could be regarded as knowing one or two.

Even Qingyue, a girl who has not been valued since she was a child, has followed Lu Jing and been taught by Lu Jing's mother to read and write together, not to mention girls like Xi Qiu and Xue Liu.

Over time, they naturally became very interested in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Many eyes fell on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing inadvertently glanced at the depths of Lu Jiang's eyes on the side, revealing contempt and disdain.

"This Lu Jiang probably thinks that I am only sixteen or seventeen years old, what kind of pen and ink can I practice?"

Lu Jing smiled in his heart.

"The reason why I came to Qingliu Pavilion is to repay my grievances directly, to make Lu Jiang, who has repeatedly wanted to make me ugly today, angry, and make him unable to understand his thoughts."

His mind was open, and he knew the purpose of his visit, so he bowed his head lightly under the gaze of everyone.

"That being the case, it would be rude for Lu Jing to shirk again."

"Ning'an, prepare pen and ink." Ning Qiang immediately beckoned the maid behind her.

Ning An is Ning Qiang's maid, and when she heard her young lady's words, she hurriedly took the pen and ink that had been prepared for prayer from the side.

There are two attendants who clean up the clutter on the stone table.

Qingyue stepped forward to spread the paper and polish the ink.

There are also many expectations in her clear eyes, and her simple dress adds more and more to her elegance.

Lu Jiang looked at Qingyue thoughtfully.

Lu Qiong's eyes also showed appreciation, and she watched Qingyue prepare these.

Lu Jiang and Lu Qiong also have different eyes.

Lu Jiang's mind was deep, and he tried his best to suppress something in his eyes.

Lu Qiong was frank and open, as if she was just appreciating beautiful things.

"Young master, the ink is polished." Qingyue whispered softly and retreated behind Lu Jing.

Lu Jing stepped forward and took the pen.

At this moment, a crimson light flashed in Lu Jing's mind, and the [Diligence and Diligence] fate was triggered, making Lu Jing instantly focused.

His temperament has also become more and more good, which has brightened the eyes of many people present.

"Hold the pen and look up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind."

Lin Rendong stroked his silver hair, and suddenly remembered such a poem, and only felt that it was very appropriate to describe Lu Jing at this time.

Lu Jing wrote, but he never put pen to paper.

He thought slightly, looked at Ning Qiang, and said, "Cousin, you are a famous talented woman in southern Jiangsu, why don't you compose a poem?" ”

Ning Qiang just said that she didn't want to write poetry today, but she seemed to have forgotten Fang Cai's words at this time.

She nodded slightly, thought carefully for a long time, and finally whispered to herself......

"A piece of flowers is flying in spring, and when it comes in the past, there is still a leisure courtyard."

I don't know what Ning Qiang thought, her tone was low, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, and she chanted in a low voice.

Lu Jing frowned, but he also put pen to paper!

The pen and ink dye the paper, the stroke falls, the words are like the swordsman drawing the sword, the spirit is moving, and the whirling advance and retreat, all in the middle of the festival!

The expressions of everyone who were watching Lu Jing's writing around the stone table also moved!

Ning Qiang was also moved, but still continued to chant: "The rain and wind are wild and the twilight is coming, but the grass is far away." ”

Lu Jing's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he continued to write.

At this time, several maids opened their eyes wide, and Lu Qiong only felt that this cursive figure was smooth, fast, and full of ups and downs.

The original disdain in Lu Jiang's eyes quietly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an increasingly gloomy one.

It's just that the attention of everyone present is on Lu Jing's words, and even Ning Qiang's excellent words have been robbed of their brilliance, and naturally no one notices Lu Jiang's eyes!

"Full of sorrow and shortness, where the tall buildings, looking at the south bank of Jiangsu.

Leaning on the trunk alone and staring for a long time.

The shadow of the sun is infinite. ”

Ning Qiang groaned, Lu Jing had also put away his pen, stood up, and his spirit seemed to be extremely hearty, but his brows were still slightly frowned, and he didn't know what to think about.

Look at Lu Jing's words again......

Most of the people present liked qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and naturally knew that this character was written very well.

The pen and ink are not exaggerated, as if the dragon and snake are racing, sonorous and powerful.

Lin Rendong, who was on the side, knew the way of calligraphy best, and couldn't help but praise: "This word...... There is bone strength and calligraphy and painting are slightly thin, if the frost forest has no leaves, the waterfall water flies into the ......"

"Good, good, excellent!"

Three good words in a row, the praise in them is self-explanatory.

Lu Jiang was silent.

Suddenly remembered that this honeysuckle girl seemed to be approachable, but in fact she was proud in her heart, and she hadn't spoken a word to him today.