The letter was sent away, and the next day, Liu Zhizhou came to Zhengjiazhuang.

This is not an exaggeration. Even the old ladies in the palace know about the relationship between master and apprentice. If it weren't for the disagreement of the rules, Xiang would recognize the master and apprentice in the morning. It's reasonable to come here many times. Anyone with this student would be proud.

Zheng Lang is writing.

After a while of hard work, I finally got the benefits. Since I came back from Beijing, the font has been slightly improved, but it was something that people did. I copied it, but in the end I couldn't reach the level of great success. Therefore, after thinking about it, the shape of the font was slightly positive, but in order to prevent it from becoming dull, some minor changes were made in the strokes.

In this way, the original character "Rice" in the noble prince Chichong street seemed to be developing towards an interesting and noble literati.

But the changes were not very big, and it was impossible for those who were not seen by experts. The original naive meaning continued to be preserved, including the framework of the two characters, and the character meaning of the characters absorbed from the various schools of the Tang Dynasty.

I just started writing, not very successful.

Zheng Lang was not in a hurry. If he turned out to be a small calligraphy student, everyone would be surprised, one was his age and the other was his novelty of the font. However, after this improvement, once he made a breakthrough, he would not be able to enter the ranks of top calligraphy masters, but he could barely be called a master.

This process will be very long, maybe one year, five or ten years, it depends on one's own understanding.

Jiang Xing'er stood behind and watched in a daze.

Sier didn't understand, Jiang Xing'er understood, and knew that Zheng Lang was making a try and a breakthrough whenever he continued every word. But he was not surprised that he saw five new fonts, and it seemed that he should try. However, he watched the Zheng family make breakthroughs again and again, and was extremely happy.

It is estimated that the young lady of the Cui family did not get married at this time. Even if she whipped her with a whip and drove her away, she might not be able to move.

Not only did he write, but he also used the skill of writing to remember various sutras. Many sutras are unpopular and they don’t store them in their minds, so he can only write more and remember more. After more than an hour, his wrist was a little tired, so he put down his pen. Jiang Xing'er hurried over and washed his pen for him.

Zheng Lang said: "My words are not suitable for you. But I can teach you two words."

"Okay." Jiang Xing'er said happily.

Zheng Lang flipped through his mind. Of course, the words in his mind were very good, and they might not be written in his hands. He re-dyeed the ink and wrote a few lines of words on paper imitating Zhao Mengfu's "Sanmen Post". After writing, he said: "This kind of character is developed from the brushwork of the Two Kings. The skill is to be familiar. If you maintain a leisurely and rich and calm mind, you can write its true taste."

Zheng Lang himself didn't write it well, but he talked about some basic brushwork methods.

Then I imitated Dong Qichang's "Wansui Tongtian Tie" and wrote a few lines of words again. After writing, I said: "It still inherits the two kings' journey, but it is slightly different. It is mainly ancient and charming, rough, majestic and powerful, which are all its taboos, and it is also the disadvantage of this style of calligraphy. However, if you write it well, you will have a kind of wealth and gorgeous spirit."

He also explained some of its pen skills and handed two pieces of paper into her hands.

Whether you can break through depends on Jiang Xinger's talent.

Jiang Xing'er suddenly knelt down and said, "Zheng Lang's great kindness, I can't repay you. Let me be Zheng Lang's cow and horse in this life."

"It doesn't need to be so pitiful, but since I have arrived at my home, I have to get used to this quiet life. I don't care about all the past, but if it happens again, I will definitely not like it."

"yes."

Jiang Xing'er held these two pieces of paper and found a treasure.

Liu Zhizhou has arrived too.

When he came into the room, Liu Zhizhou complained: "Why don't you tell me?"

Zheng Lang was stunned, what did you tell you?

"The magistrate is..."

"That pen holder."

"The magistrate is forgiven for his crimes. At that time, the young man just made a prank, but he didn't expect it to cause a sensation. There were many people at that time, so it was hard to say. Later, it spread. The young man liked quietness and was afraid that people would hear it, so he came to disturb him, so he didn't say it."

"Zheng Xiaolang, you are suffering... I'm sorry."

"Yes, yes, it's better to change a few days to make something and give it to the magistrate." Then he ran to the room and brought two bamboo roots. He used the rest last time, but he has not taken action so far. Then he took it in his hand and looked at it, chose one of them, and said, "It's this."

Looking at the bamboo roots connected to the bamboo tube, Liu Zhizhou was even more amused and crying.

Zheng Lang ran to the room again, brought paint, brush, and paper, and looked at the courtyard. There were still a few wintersweet trees in the courtyard. At this time, they were about to bloom, but they did not bloom, with little stars blooming. With an idea, he drew a picture on the paper imitating the "Apricot Picture of Ma Yuan, a famous painter in the Southern Song Dynasty", and only replaced the apricot blossoms with plum blossoms.

There is also some white snow on it, and some of the snow seems to fall from the plum branches under the cold wind, revealing the plum blossoms with brown dead branches.

Ma Yuan is a very famous painter. He is good at painting mountains, water, and flowers and birds. In his hands alone, there were twelve methods of painting water, but his painting method was very strange. He used some strange painting methods to make his landscape painting look weird, thin, strange and sparse. Therefore, for a long time, people did not know how to evaluate his landscape paintings. However, his flower and bird paintings were more concise, so they were recognized by people during his lifetime.

Zheng Lang attaches great importance to this painter. Over the past two years, he has copied more than a dozen of his pictures.

It is not difficult to draw a snow plum at this time.

Finally, the branches were stained with light ink, and a little green onion was used to counter-dye the old trunk. The subsequent procedure made the plum blossoms look alive, otherwise all brown would be covered with a layer of dead energy, which was inconsistent with the dozen blooming plum blossoms.

Then use grass green on the white and pink petals, and then add rouge.

A beautiful snow plum picture is completed.

He threw down the brush and wrote on it with a brush:

It is bright at dusk and snow, and the moon is blooming with plum blossoms.

The wind blows the flowers, and it is suspected that the sun is coming.

A very timeless poem, and the last sentence is even more charming. It comes from the allusion of Song Jing, a wise prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. Although it is winter, spring is not far away. However, using the Yangjiao is a metaphor for Liu Zhiming who has political achievements like Song Jing, wherever he goes, there is Yangjiao.

After finishing writing, he blew the ink. This was a poem he wrote himself, short and concise, so he was very satisfied.

Then he wrapped the small painting on the bamboo root and said, "Just use it to make a pen holder for the magistrate. How about a young man apologizing for a young man?"

"This is... OK," what else can I say? I can't blame you if you look at the disciple's intentions.

Zheng Lang smiled and said, "The magistrate, the young man has had this time. If the magistrate is responsible for more, he will be able to take care of him."

"You, don't be crazy. Fan Zhongyan also came last time and saw the poems you wrote and the words you wrote. He said, don't bother you. You are young, and you are too proud of you and have a mad heart, but it is not beautiful."

"Has he been?"

"That time in the poetry club."

"No wonder when the young man played the piano for him, he just smiled."

"Although he did too much this time, this person is also a phoenix."

"That's right, so the younger generation admired him and went to play the piano for him, but they didn't expect so much trouble." But Zheng Lang did not regret it. The three people who respect the most in this era were Fan Zhongyan, the second was Di Qing, and the third was the little emperor.

Although many things happened during the reign of the young emperor, if Song Huizong was half the ability to govern the country, even if the Jin people went south, the Northern Song Dynasty would never have destroyed the country. Of course, Sima Guang and Wang Anshi had great contributions. Even speaking, even the Qingliu ministers such as Ouyang Xiu, Han Qi, and Kong Daofu were unshirkable for the destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty.

He asked again: "How did the magistrate know?"

Liu Zhizhou told the story.

Zheng Lang sighed and said, "People's hearts are greedy. What Fan Zhongyan is greedy for the righteousness of heaven and earth, what later generations are greedy for talent, and what the village man can only be greedy for money and things. It is unavoidable."

After talking for a while, Liu Zhizhou said goodbye. He loved him in his heart and came with anger. When he met, he was not angry, but instead had a serious conversation for a long time.

Only a few days later, the court responded this time, and the old lady personally commented: The Zheng family's son was young and frivolous, and you were also confused, so I quickly sent those things to the capital.

A child is a prank and is your younger generation. You actually treat the Four Sages. Are you a confused official?

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Chapter completed!