She began to feel fearless after experiencing the last incident.

I asked, "Will you agree?"

Lu Cenyin smiled with charming eyes, just like I was in the teahouse before, her cherry lips gently attached to my ears, exhaling as if she were orchids, and replied with a tooth: "You think beautifully!"

I was too lazy to pay attention to her evil provocation.

One day.

She would not resist as aggrievedly as last time.

Nor will they be as sarcastic and provocative as this time.

She will definitely surrender obediently and stand up to me willingly, ashamed that Ziwei, which cannot be touched, will make me gentle.

Lu Cenyin is as beautiful as a god, calm as a general, and as grand as a flying phoenix, jumping away like a cunning rabbit.

This kind of woman.

It can best arouse a man's strong desire to conquer.

She can't escape.

I asked, "Where did those imitations of Zheng Banqiao beside the wall come from?"

Lu Cenyin replied: "I imitate it."

This time it was my turn to be surprised.

Seeing that I was full of surprise, she took a sip of tea: "I am the Grand Manager of Yingqing Pavilion, not a vase."

Afterward.

Lu Cenyin got up, took out the pen and paper from the study, closed her beautiful eyes slightly, focused her pen tips, and wrote a few words like a dragon and a phoenix.

The four words "Rare to be confused" appear vividly on the paper.

One official returns and comes, and three outstanding poems, calligraphy and paintings.

This poem describes Zheng Banqiao.

Among the people, Zheng Banqiao's paintings are more famous than calligraphy.

In fact, his calligraphy is strong and well-organized, and his body is round and fat, and his achievements are excellent.

The most famous word "rare to be confused" is well-known to everyone.

I was amazed when I saw Lu Cenyin imitating these words.

If I hadn't watched her write with my own eyes, I would have thought it was the original work.

Lu Cenyin put away his pen and ink and said, "I'm giving this to you, no charge!"

I asked, "You used to charge for imitations?"

Lu Cenyin said, and gave me a blank look: "I charge a lot! Several nearby provinces, whether public or private, have authentic works of Zheng Banqiao, but the authentic works are usually not taken out for exhibitions and will be kept secretly and properly preserved.

.They asked me to imitate. My imitation works have been hung in the library for several years, and no one has found any flaws yet."

I asked, "Is it true or false?"

Lu Cenyin replied with a smile: "I'm a puppy!"

She showed off her writing skills on the spot, and I did believe it.

I asked, "Why just give me these words?"

Lu Cenyin's beautiful eyes flashed: "Guess?"

I took the pen from her hand and wrote the inscription on the blank space: It is difficult to be smart, it is difficult to be confused, and it is even more difficult to turn from smart to confused. Let it go, take a step back, and feel at ease now, not to seek blessings in the future.

I asked, "The pen is not as good as you, but you gave me this decorative character, which is intended to be written inscriptions, so I will make up for it."

When Lu Cenyin saw the words I wrote, her pretty face was stunned.

After a while.

She said lightly: "The characters in Banqiao are graceful and noble, playful and leisurely, and a kind of self-entertainment beauty to enjoy life. But why do you have to use the thin gold body of Huizong with sharpness and knife, hook and axe as an inscription?"

The masters of calligraphy in ancient and modern times are deeply influenced by Confucius and Mencius, and they advocate mediocrity and softness. Most calligraphy aesthetics are mainly based on "hiding the tip and collecting the light". Even calligraphers with particular personality pay attention to "wrapping iron in cotton when writing.

, soft outside and hard inside”.

There is only one exception.

Song Huizong's thin gold body.

Song Huizong was a king who lost his country. When he was in power, he was worried about internal and external troubles and was eventually captured by the Jin soldiers.

During his imprisonment, he wrote the desolate poem "The west wind broke through the door all night, and the lonely house was filled with light. Looking back at the mountain for three thousand miles, I saw that there were no geese flying in the south of the mountain." He suffered from humiliation and torture and died. The struggling emperor would

I feel resentment and resentment in my heart, and I am unwilling to resort to the pen. The font is hard and sharp. If I cut a knife and axe, I will break through the taboos and release it as much as possible. I will not hide the tip, I will not compromise, and I will not give up.

Slim gold body is a kind of beauty that walks on the edge of calligraphy aesthetics. It is fascinating, heartbreaking, and scary.

Lu Cenyin obviously saw the meaning of the words, sat down, took a sip of tea with her cherry lips, and sighed softly: "Su Chen... I gave this word, actually I want to tell you that you don't have to exert so much force, sometimes

It may be better if you slow down."

I replied: "Thank you! But I am different from you. You can choose Banqiao Leisure, but I can only choose Slim Jin Liangfeng."

Lu Cenyin asked, "Why?"

I pointed to the wall: "Because I didn't even leave this world behind with a wall of calligraphy and paintings."

"Can you ask about your family background?"

"Can."

"Why are you always alone, uncles and aunts?"

"When I was eight years old, my dad was poached and my mom was nailed to death. I had begged, beaten, humiliated, and I also saw with my own eyes that my seriously ill uncle who adopted me took poison because he was afraid of dragging me down.

Suicide, and then I met..."

"I'm sorry, I won't ask."

Lu Cenyin stopped her soft voice, her beautiful eyes flushed, and she looked at me with a heartache.

I said, "If you don't talk about the past, let's talk about the present. After I came to Jinling, Xu Qing gave me a place to live. But Pei Xinghai, Lu Xiaoxin, and Huang Muhua, no one wants me to live, and they all want to do me. If I do

If you don’t have a knife, hook and axe, you will die when you fight for red flowers. In fact, to what extent did I violate their interests? At first I just saved Xiao Lan and his son."

"But until today, my home is gone and the hotel is gone, so I can only live in you. Every step I take is full of barbed steel knives. It is not impossible for you to have the leisure time for me to have the pleasure of Banqiao.

, When I have something to do one day, I can sit down and drink pure blue bricks like you, and I can do it."

Lu Cenyin looked dazed and replied, "I can't understand, but I understand."

I snatched out the cigarette butts and said, "It's getting late."

Lu Cenyin got up, went in and took a set of pajamas and handed them to me, and said softly: "Go and take a shower."

When I went to take a shower, she also went to another bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out, I found Lu Cenyin wearing a set of pajamas and was doing stretching before bed.

Somewhat hell!

Since last time, the eldest lady of the Lu family seems to be no longer wary of me.

The pajamas are made of silk, which highlights her delicate figure. The smell of her unique body fragrance intertwined shower gel is heard from the tip of her nose. The slight whiteness of the onion that occasionally appears with her stretching movements is extremely tempting.

Does she think I am as stupid as a fool or as physical as a patient?

When Lu Cenyin saw me coming out, she stretched her eyebrows and raised her lips slightly, with a hint of teasing, she possessed her waist and buttocks, her chest was straightened and her Buddha hand was placed behind her, and she leaned back to her legs to show off her legs...

These seemingly normal actions, combined with her expression, would seem to be bloody and unbearable for any man.
Chapter completed!