Finished! Wrong words.

Feng Qing saw Qin Mufeng's reaction, and reacted immediately.

Six years ago, she had no father, no mother, no relatives, and six years later she was a maid, where did she come from.

Feng Qing could only hold on and play haha.

"Well, there is an elder brother who is good to me, and everyone calls him second brother." Second brother, you are wronged first.

Qin Mufeng raised his eyebrows, as if he accepted this explanation, Feng Qing hurriedly changed the topic.

"Still, I like to practice calligraphy." In order to quickly change the topic, Feng Qing hurriedly mentioned other things: "By the way, Seventh Master, do you remember, you still disliked me six years ago." “

"There's such a thing."

"Smack." A chess piece falls.

"I'm not ugly now, I don't believe I'll write it to you later." By the way, a shame before the snow.

Qin Mufeng heard this, looked at the chessboard, looked at Feng Qing with dark eyes, seemed to be in a good mood, and suddenly reached out and put away the chessboard.

"It's nothing to do now, you just write it. Cangzuo. ”

When Cangzuo heard the words, he quickly took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, put it on the table, and dripped water on the inkstone with all his heart, and rolled up his sleeves to grind the ink.

Qin Mufeng was faster, and before Cangzuo moved, he had already reached out to pick up the ink strip, and gently grinded it on the inkstone.

....... Cangzuo blinked.

Then obediently took two steps back, and then slowly moved to Mu Yunwen's side.

Mu Yunwen's attention had already shifted his attention to the auction table in the hall of the auction house when Qin Mufeng opened his mouth, and he also took in this scene, blinking towards Cangzuo with his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twisted.

"Sure enough, the master is not ordinary to Miss Aqing." This is a pure stream-of-consciousness expression.

"Well, it's unusual." Cangzuo nodded silently.

Feng Qing didn't think there was anything wrong, she had always written with Feng Zhao or Feng Xu to help her grind, and she didn't think Qin Mufeng was special about grinding.

Picking up the brush, calming down, lifting the pen and dipping it in ink, Feng Qing hung his wrist and slowly wrote on the paper.

Feng Qing's character is taught by Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao is very good at regular script and cursive writing, Feng Qing has always been very patient, and he learned a good regular script, between the writing, full and round, square and smooth, or some of his own experience.

However, what Feng Qing wrote was not a special calligraphy, but a simple Dan Fang, which made Qin Mufeng, who had been staring at Feng Qing's writing, unable to help but wonder.

Sure enough, she is a girl who is obsessed with Dandao, and even writes a post dyed with Danxiang.

After Feng Qing finished writing, Qin Mufeng took the paper and looked at it, although the expression on his face had not changed much as always, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, there has been progress."

"Is there just progress?" Feng Qing was not convinced, "I haven't practiced much in the past six years, second ....... The brother next door is all well written by me, and I saw the style for the first time. ”

almost blurted out a "second brother" again, which made Feng Qing swallow it back raw.

She worked hard to overthrow the image of "extremely ugly" in front of Qin Mufeng! How can I be willing to get two light evaluations of "good"!

"Oh?" Qin Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Back then, I remember that I wrote a note to the Seventh Master, but did you still put it away?" Feng Qing has been thinking about the black and messy note back then.

"How?" Qin Mufeng didn't remember or didn't remember.

"Look, I didn't want to cheat, I really owed you a great favor back then, and I will definitely pay it back. But Seventh Master, the words on my strip are too ugly. Why don't you take out that note and I'll re-transcribe it for you?" ”

Qin Mufeng's long eyes glanced at Feng Qing's face faintly.

didn't think about repaying the debt, but wanted to rewrite the ugly words of the year, whether this girl was straight or naïve.

However, it is good not to pay the bills, and many things are much easier to do.

Qin Mufeng was in a good mood, and he turned his hand and took out the note of the curtain year.

The note was slightly yellowed, but the black lump on it could still be distinguished: "On a certain day, a certain month, I owe Qin Mufeng a great grace to save my life, and I vow to pay it back." The word.

Qin Mufeng held the note in one hand and the Danfang that Feng Qing had just written in the other, comparing them in pairs.

"It's really progressing fast."

“.......”

Feng Qing didn't feel any trace of joy at being praised, but an inexplicable shame surged up.

So, Feng Qing reached out and wanted to get the old note.

Qin Mufeng moved faster, and with a wave of his hand, he put away the note, and Feng Qing was stunned.

"Seventh Master, what are you doing ...... this?"

Isn't it so that she can transcribe it again!

Qin Qi looked upright.

"It's better to keep it, if there is no comparison of this note, how can you know that today is not the same as before."

Are you blind?

What does it mean not to compare, I don't know that her handwriting is different from the past!

This doesn't need to be compared to the good felling at all!

Feng Qing was furious, Qin Qi did this guy on purpose at all.

"Seventh Master, then you write one and I'll take a look, if you can't write as well as me, then you can return my note to me and let me transcribe it."

Qin Mufeng heard this, put the Danfang in his hand aside, took the brush in Feng Qing's hand, dipped it in ink, and the pen walked away.

Seeing Qin Mufeng's pen like the wind, his demeanor was relaxed, and the cursive writing in one hand was like a dragon walking in the clouds, vigorous and powerful, and the force penetrated the back of the paper, so that Feng Qing could see that the pores were dilated for a while.

"It's amazing......."

Feng Qing picked up the paper and carefully admired it for a long time before sighing.

Qin Mufeng's words have a kind of arrogance that is different from his calm and calm surface, and between the lines, there is a hearty and free and easy, as if he has his own unique understanding, which can be worthy of everyone. Recommended reading: sm. s..

After comparing Qin Mufeng's writing with his own writing, Feng Qing was immediately stunned.

The content written by Qin Mufeng is clearly the Danfang that Feng Qing just wrote, but it is an italic font and a cursive script, which is like a beginner and everyone in comparison, and the italic font suddenly looks childish.

"How?" Qin Mufeng put down the brush.

"You're well written. In such a comparison, my italics are simply weak, but I work hard and practice more, and strive to improve more. ”

"Yes." Qin Mufeng picked up the regular script written by Feng Qing on the table, and carefully folded it twice, "I will keep this too, and I will compare it when you progress in the future." ”

Still make comparisons?

The file bag is not as conscientious as him.

“........”

And she's just, in fact, you don't have to take it so seriously.

"What? Don't you want to practice? Qin Mufeng's dark eyes looked at Feng Qing.

"Practice, why don't you practice. My own words count, of course. ”

"That'll be fine."

Feng Qing was a little inexplicably frustrated.

She felt right, she was completely led by the nose in front of Qin Qi.

Even if she was almost thirty years old in her previous life and present life combined, and Qin Mufeng was in her early twenties, she always had the feeling that she would never be able to play with Qin Mufeng.

The teenager who made her feel unusual six years ago is now even more unfathomable.

Feng Qing didn't have time to be frustrated for too long, and Mu Yunwen, who had been watching the auction table, shouted.

"Miss Aqing, look, your elixir is about to start the auction!" read3;