Song Bo and Song Niang saw the Wei Bridge from a distance, and after crossing the Wei Bridge, they entered Chang'an, and the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On September 14th, Song Bo planned to find a guest house to rest after entering the city, and go to the Tingwei Mansion early tomorrow morning.

He touched the top of Song Niang's head and smiled kindly: "Finally arrived in Chang'an, eat something good tonight." "I quietly checked the money bag just now, and it was heavy, and I was frugal and saved a lot of money along the way. He thought that if he was sentenced, the money would also allow Song Niang to maintain her livelihood for a while. Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt melancholy.

Song Niang was also not happy, and pouted: "I don't know if Tingwei will distinguish right from wrong, and return Ah Gong's innocence." Song Bo comforted: "The Tingwei's Mansion is a place to demonstrate legal principles, and to decide the world's doubtful cases, right and wrong have their own judgment." ”

The grandparents and grandchildren had already arrived at Chang'an Hengmen while talking.

Song Bo once went to the capital, and went to Chang'an to accept the appointment of the imperial court with filial piety. At that time, he was young, full of passion, and wanted to contribute his talents to the Han Empire. However, a decades of scrivener followed, and his youth and passion were consumed in an endless stream of writing. Of course, his calligraphy has been honed in a chic and elegant manner, and his name is spread all over the world.

Today, he stood under the majestic gate of Chang'an again, his temples were already white, but he was waiting for a sin, and Song Bo sighed.

After passing the Hengmen doorway, you will see the lively nine cities. Song Niang came to Chang'an for the first time when she went far away, and the prosperity of the capital far exceeded her imagination. Although it is not a good thing to come to Chang'an this time, it is the temperament of a child, and I forgot my troubles for a while.

She looked around curiously, and when she saw something new, she raised her little face and asked her grandfather what it was. Song Bo told her what he knew, but there were many things sold by foreign merchants, and he also looked strange and didn't know what they were for.

The grandparents and grandchildren walked around and took a look, full of interest. Song Niang's eyes were suddenly dazzled by a bright light, and she raised her hand to cover it, only to see that there were several beautifully decorated bronze mirrors on a stall, shining golden in the sun. She exclaimed and ran over: "Grandpa, look how bright this bronze mirror is." ”

Song Bo's eyes were attracted by a "Han Mo" sign on the street, and he didn't pay attention to what Song Niang said, and walked into the store unknowingly.

The shop is very spacious, against the wall is a bookshelf, full of rolls of bamboo slips and neatly arranged wooden slips, on both sides of the door scattered on a few cases scattered with various colored brushes, inkstones, as well as a few bamboo slips, a few pieces of wood.

There are many customers in the store, some of them sit in front of the bookshelves and look through the slips, and a few people gather around a few cases to pick pens and ink. A young man who looks like a scholar sits in front of the desk, holding a pen dipped in ink, and writing on a piece of wood with his head bowed.

Song Bo bent down to take a brush, which was one foot long, and his fingers gently stroked it, and he felt that the bamboo pen shaft was smooth and even. He also took a closer look, the workmanship of this brush is quite authentic, the tip of the pen is incorporated into the bamboo tube, wrapped tightly with thin silk thread, and the back end of the barrel is sharpened, which is easy to insert into the bun and carry. He found that the lower end of the pen barrel was engraved with the three words "Shui Mingzuo" in seal style, and thought that this "Shui Ming" should be the name of the workshop.

The tip of the brush is covered with white soft wool sheep's hair, and the refill is made of yellow-brown hard-haired wolf's hair. He gently pressed the tip of the pen into the palm of his hand, the softness and hardness were just right, and he admired in his heart, in the end, it was Chang'an, Kyoto, that the brush made was so exquisite.

He put down his pen and watched with interest as the scholar wrote with his hands behind his back. The scholar came to buy a pen, and was writing the written test with a written test, and wrote the four seal characters of "Fish Potential Yuan" on the wooden slip. A person on the side laughed out loud when he saw it, and couldn't help but say, "This is not round or square, what is it?" ”

When the scholar heard this, his face suddenly turned red, and he was ashamed and annoyed, threw the pen, and said, "What kind of broken pen is this?" ”

The shopkeeper was not happy, picked up the pen and said: "How can it be said that it is a broken pen, you can inquire, if the brush made by Shuiming Pavilion in Chang'an City is the second, who dares to call it the first." ”

The scholar also has to take care of his face, arguing: "This brush is soft and smooth, how can you write good words." Then they quarreled.

Song Bo is a person who cherishes pen and ink, and he can't see anyone arguing about this, so he stepped forward to persuade and said with a smile: "This brush is different from soft and hard, and the feeling and effect of writing are also different for different brushes." ”

The scholar seemed to be rational again: "Listen, listen, yes, or is there something wrong with your pen?" So soft, how to write. ”

The shopkeeper was about to refute again, but Song Bo hurriedly stopped him and explained to everyone: "The difference between soft and hard is not good or bad. If you write Qin seal, it is better to be a little harder, and if you write Han Li, it doesn't hurt to be soft. Come, come, I'll write a few words, and I'll offer ugliness. Anyway, he took a piece of wood, dipped the pen in ink, a little luck, hanging the wrist down the pen, reverse in and out, the middle section was slightly closed, the wave was fixed, and the four hearty words of "good as water" jumped out.

These four characters are dignified and elegant, rippling and vigorous, with a smart posture, and without losing their majesty, everyone was stunned for a while, and the house was silent.

The shopkeeper was the first to wake up, bent down respectfully holding the wooden slab in both hands, walked to the bright place at the door to watch carefully, and sighed for a long time: "If you say Qin Seal, Li Si is the first person; If you say Han Li, the square circle penmanship of the East China Sea Cheng Miao's profit and loss seal, and the 3,000 words of the Cheng Li book, is a clue. Mr. with the pen dignified and elegant, lightly brushing Xu Zhen, slowly pressing and picking, a word and a strange, incredible, incredible. "I can't stop praising it. Song Bo smiled and arched his hand and said, "It's over, it's over." ”

The scholar who had just written squeezed forward, took the wooden slip and watched it carefully, and sighed sincerely: "When will I be able to write such clear characters." Song Bo was proud in his heart, but he also made a humble appearance, and waved his hand again and again: "It's just familiar, it's just familiar." ”

The shopkeeper held the wooden slab and sighed for a long time, turned to Song Bo, and said sincerely: "The contemptible person has a reluctant request. Song Bo said: "But it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"I also hope that Mr. will inscribe 'Shuiming Pavilion' for the shop, and make a signboard to hang up, which is also a bright house." The shopkeeper's eagerness was palpable.

Where did Uncle Song dare to respond, he scolded the shopkeeper again and again, and said: "I dare not be ashamed." "I'm in a hurry to go. The shopkeeper grabbed him, and he also made a series of moves, and he left Mobao, and the people around him came forward to persuade him. Song Bo had no choice but to respond, so he took the pen and wrote down the three words "Shuiming Pavilion", dotting and running without losing his strength.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed and insisted on giving him a brush, but Song Bo couldn't refuse, so he accepted the shopkeeper's kindness. He picked up one by one and carefully compared, and finally picked one, thanked the shopkeeper, and happily inserted the brush into the bun in the praise of the people, as a farewell.

Song Bo squeezed out of the crowd, and couldn't help but take out the brush and stroke it carefully, smug, wanting to show off in front of Song Niang. He looked up and looked around, but found that the little girl was not here, turned around a few times, and did not see the figure of Song Niang, this time it was chaotic, his face was pale, and sweat came out on his forehead.

While shouting "Song Niang", he shuttled through the crowd to search, but after searching back and forth several times, he still didn't find it. Thinking that Song Niang was a little girl who was not familiar with life here, he became more and more panicked, and anxiously shouted "Song Niang", and his voice was hoarse.

But it was said that Song Niang was attracted by the bronze mirror, and she picked up a side and stroked it gently, and she was happy to shine on her face, and the mirror reflected a pretty face of a little girl. She looked left and right, reluctant to put it down. Suddenly, a human face was reflected in the mirror in his hand, which seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

She held up the mirror and looked at the smiling face, wondering who it was. Suddenly, an old acquaintance came to her mind: "Niu Baoguo." ”

She thought it was an illusion, rubbed her eyes and looked in the mirror again, sure enough, it was Niu Baoguo who was smiling behind her, and suddenly screamed "wow" in fright, threw down the bronze mirror, and ran away.

Song Niang felt that Niu Baoguo was chasing her behind, and she didn't dare to turn her head back, bypassing a few streets, and running out of breath.

She was really tired, and when she saw a stall surrounded by many people, she rushed straight over, slipped and hid behind, curled up, and did not dare to come out. I don't know how long it took, she felt that there was no movement outside, and quietly poked her head out to check around, and there was no figure of Niu Baoguo, so she breathed a sigh of relief, her legs and feet were weak, and she sat in the corner.