Of course, Jiang Han didn't know Zhongli's identity without worry, but from the expression of his cheap father-in-law, he could also see that the other party's identity was not low.

So he immediately invited people in and put away the books on the desk.

Zhongli took out a picture scroll and said with a smile: "Then it will be bothering the virtuous nephew." ”

With that, he handed the scroll to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han opened the picture scroll on the desk, but what caught his eye was a picture of Momei.

On the picture is a vigorous and upright old plum, the branches stretch out from the bottom right upward, the branches are in unison, the flowers are thousands of stamens, and the business is full of vigor and strength.

Even Jiang Han, who doesn't know how to paint, can't help but be attracted by the ink flowers on the painting, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Good painting!" ”

Qin Zhong next to him saw this painting and couldn't help but be shocked: Zhongli Confucianism is known as a masterpiece of poetry and painting, and he is especially good at painting plums. A Momei picture can be sold for two or three thousand taels of silver in Kyoto...... So take out one, if Jiang Han's poem is not good and spoils this painting, it will be a loss of two or three thousand taels!

Zhongli Wuwu smiled and said, "This painting will be left here first, the virtuous nephew will think about it, and the old man will come to pick up the painting tomorrow morning." ”

Writing poems and lyrics is not as simple as imagined, as the so-called "two sentences and three years, one chant and two tears", a poem often takes a long time to think about to complete.

Zhongli said that he wanted to take pictures tomorrow, so he naturally limited only one night for Jiang Han to think.

Jiang Han was stunned: "Come and pick it up tomorrow morning?" ”

Zhongli stroked his beard and smiled, "One night is not enough? In that case, the old man will come back the next morning to get the painting. ”

Zhongli Daru thought about it, since ancient times, there have been countless Yongmei poems, and naturally there is no shortage of excellent works, so it is difficult for future generations to come up with a Yongmei poem that is different from their predecessors.

Although this young man has made such masterpieces as "Touching the Fish", it may have been written after a long time of thinking, and the time of one night was indeed too hasty.

Jiang Han shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhongli misunderstood me, Jiang means that it doesn't take a night, and he can write poems now." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhongli Wuwu was surprised, and now he can inscribe poems? This kid actually wants to compose poems on the spot?

Is this kid a big boy, or is he really capable?

Qin Zhong was also surprised, but when he remembered his song "Touching the Fish", it took less than half an hour from the question to the completion.

Zhongli said without worry: "Oh, the virtuous nephew conceived it so quickly? ”

Jiang Han smiled faintly: "Why do you need to conceive, you can just come with it." ”

With that, he picked up the brush from the table.

At this time, Qin Muqing also came to the door with her maidservant Qingping.

She scared Jiang Han in the morning, and the more she thought about it after she went back, the more angry she became.

This kid simply didn't take himself seriously!

I smashed a stool with my bare hands in front of him, intending to scare him into running away.

Who would have thought that this kid not only didn't run away, but would dare to tease himself like that!

In Qin Muqing's opinion, this is simply provoking himself! Disgusting, hateful!

But when I calmed down and thought about it, those sons and brothers in the past were so frightened by her that they were scared and urinated, and their faces were colorless.

This Jiang Han not only didn't scare away, but also dared to confess in public, it was simply teasing himself with his life!

In this way, that kid is quite backbone!

Qin Muqing had a trace of curiosity about Jiang Han, and as soon as he was so curious, he sent someone to inquire about that kid's deeds.

When I inquired, I knew that the kid was a poor scholar, with four walls, poor, and failed in several children's exams, but he could become the leader of the literary meeting.

Qin Muqing was even more curious in his heart.

I heard that the kid had been hiding in the house all day, so Miss Qin took Qingping to see what the kid was doing.

When Qin Zhong saw his daughter, his brows furrowed. She scared Jiang Han in the morning, and she didn't settle accounts with her yet, but she dared to come over! It's not like you're going to hit someone again, is it?

"Mu Qing! What do you come to do! Qin Zhong shouted in a low voice.

"I'll come and see the man." Seeing that his father was present, Qin Muqing was afraid of his majesty, so he lowered his head, but his eyes looked at Zhongli Wuwu beside Qin Zhong, and thought, who is this person?

Zhongli Wuwu also glanced at Qin Muqing, and his heart moved slightly, this is Qin Zhong's daughter? There is a heroic spirit!

Jiang Han also saw Qin Muqing, but at this time, Qin Zhong was here, and he was not afraid that Qin Muqing would use force against him again.

As soon as he was about to put down his pen, he thought of something and said, "Mr. Zhongli, Jiang's handwriting is not very good-looking, I'm afraid that your painting will be damaged." ”

This is true, he has never practiced calligraphy in his previous life, where can the words be seen?

Let him write, I'm afraid I'm going to spoil this painting!

But when his words fell into Qin Muqing's ears, he thought that this person was afraid and didn't dare to write it.

When she came here just now, she could hear what Jiang Han said clearly!

Although Qin Muqing was drowsy as soon as he read the book, he was forced by Qin Zhong to learn poetry after all, knowing how easy it was to write poetry, and "why not conceive, just come easily", it is simply too bragging!

Bah!

Don't dare to write it now, just find a reason?

So, Qin Muqing smiled and said: "That's okay, I'll write it for you, just read it!" ”

As she spoke, she walked over and snatched the pen from Jiang Han's hand.

A fragrant wind struck, making Jiang Han feel slightly in a trance, and then the palms of the two touched, Jiang Han only felt soft as jade, and couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

Can such a soft hand break a stone stool?

Jiang Han said: "Then there will be annoyance to Miss Qin." ”

Qin Zhong thought that Qin Muqing was going to make trouble, and was about to scold, but when he saw that she really picked up the pen and made a good posture for writing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhongli Daru looked at it with a smile, this little couple is quite interesting.

Jiang Han looked at the ink plum on the paper, groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "I have it." ”

Qin Muqing's belly: You have it, how many months have it? Not Miss Ben's.

Zhongli Daru also looked at Jiang Han with some expectation.

Jiang Han said: "Miss Qin, please write." ”

He looked up at the window and chanted:

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree."

Qin Muqing hurriedly picked up the pen and wrote, although she didn't like to read, but after all, she was forced to practice calligraphy for several years, and her handwriting was beautiful and very good-looking.

Zhongli Wuwu listened to the first sentence, and his face remained unchanged. This sentence is plain and straightforward, and anyone can do it.

"Flowers bloom with faint ink marks." Jiang Han groaned the second sentence.

Zhongli Wuwu sighed in his heart, a cliché!

Qin Zhong couldn't help but be a little disappointed, these two sentences were too far behind the opening two sentences of "Touching the Fish".

The first two sentences of "Touching the Fish" are shocking, but these two sentences are mediocre.

Jiang Han waved his sleeves and said loudly:

"Don't let people praise good colors,"

"Only leave a clear breath and full of energy!"

The last two sentences fell, Zhongli Wuwu's eyes lit up instantly, his face was radiant, and he praised loudly: "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

He was in a very happy mood, although this poem praised plum blossoms, but why wasn't it praising him?

Although Zhongli Daru has heard countless flatteries in his life, this poem has been praised in his heart!