Pei Qian took the pair of red spring couplets and spread them on a wine table in a flattering manner.

She did not forget to remind Zhong Kui, who was standing in front of the table and rolled up his sleeves, "You should use more snacks and write better, and hang them on the wall of my house in the future!"

Zhu Lian and the other four came over, curious about what this gentleman would write.

As for how Chen Ping'an came from, why can he write without dipping ink? Jiu Niang pretended not to see anything.

After Zhong Kui took the pen, he was solemn in his dantian, and he shouted lightly. The pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he wrote down five words.

It’s just that the characters are very formal, and there seems to be no question about being so kind.

The content is "Writing in shocking the wind and rain".

Obviously, this is not the text that Spring Festival couplets should have. It seems that Zhong Kui finally seized an opportunity and tried his best to win over his identity as a scholar.

Zhu Lian kept hunching over and carefully looking at the five words, smiling.

Sui turned his head to the right and looked at the inn gate. The Yao family was about to arrive soon.

Jiuniang said expressionlessly: "Little cripple, go get a broom, someone's skin is itchy."

Zhong Kui said innocently: "Don't, I wrote it with great care. If it really doesn't work, I will write another one. The money for these two Spring Festival couplets on the table is on my head."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's great, just this one, just write five more words."

Jiu Niang stared at Zhong Kui, who quickly pushed the gloating little cripple, "Go to your master's room to get a pair of foundations. Forget it, just two more. If Jiu Niang is not satisfied, I will modify it."

Zhong Kui first wrote the first Spring Festival couplet behind, and the poem made me cry for ghosts and gods.

Perhaps he felt that he had written "big", so Zhong Kui laughed dryly and found a way out for himself, "I have borne my hands, but I haven't written it well, and I haven't written it well, so I'm not half of my usual skills."

Later, the two Spring Festival couplets were written in a regular and festive manner. They were serious Spring Festival couplets, not the first such a carefree one.

"The New Year is filled with Yuqing, and the Jia Festival is Changchun."

After writing the second picture, Zhong Kui was extremely satisfied and said that the content of this spring post was the ancestor of all Spring Festival couplets in the world.

The third picture is the most satisfying to Jiu Niang because it is very convenient to adapt to the situation. It is a prosperous country and a prosperous country, and the old and the young and the old are safe.

Even Pei Qian thought it was pretty good, and finally gave Zhong Kui a good look.

Chen Ping'an carefully put away three pairs of Spring Festival couplets and thanked Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui accepted it calmly.

Then the two looked at each other.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to remind him: "Pen."

Zhong Kui asked, "I have given you three pairs of spring stickers with such a beautiful meaning. Can't you give me a brush?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No."

Zhong Kui wanted to bargain, but he found that Jiu Niang's face was covered with dark clouds. It was probably because she didn't need a little cripple to find a broom. She wanted to sweep herself out with her own hands. He sighed and reluctantly handed the small snow cone back to Chen Ping'an, murmured: "The pen on the pole has four words "god" and it is a fate with me. How good is it? Chen Ping'an, you are a couple, it's very disgraceful."

Chen Ping'an did not deliberately hide it, put away the small snow cone that Li Xisheng gave him, and smiled and said, "I really can't give it to you."

Seeing Zhong Kui's expression was pitiful, Jiu Niang smiled and said, "The money for the Spring Festival couplets is free. Not only that, for the sake of the three pairs of Spring Festival couplets, you can get a jar of green plum wine that you have made for five years."

Zhong Kui immediately smiled.

The official road outside the inn is already dusty.

Yao Lingzhi, a girl with a knife, and a young Yao Xianyi, got off the horse together and came to the gate of the inn to welcome Chen Ping'an and his group.

Jiuniang said to Yao Lingzhi, be careful on the way, and then she choked.

The girl also turned red with her eyes, lowered her head and turned around, no longer looking at her mother's sad face.

Yao Zhen, wearing casual clothes, stood next to a carriage. In addition to three deliberately empty carriages, the Yao family also prepared five tall horses for Chen Ping'an, all of which were A-class war horses in the army beside the Daquan. The top powerful children of the capital may not be able to own one.

Yao Zhen did not expect that except for the thin little girl and the stunning woman carrying a long sword, Chen Ping'an and the other four chose to ride war horses to travel north.

Yao Zhen had no objection to this. After saying hello to Chen Ping'an, the old general sat back to his carriage and prepared more than a dozen military books, all of which were inherited from the Yao family. Each book wrote many side notes and experiences of the ancestors of Yao family when they flipped the book, and almost every page was like this.

Maybe this is the orderly inheritance of the aristocratic sects and the incense is continuous.

This time, Yao Zhen only brought three Yao family children. The three of them belonged to the same generation. Yao Jinzhi, who was sitting alone in a carriage, and Yao Xianzhi and Yao Lingzhi, who were heading side by side at the end of the team.

Seven or eight monks following the army were scattered in the team.

Yao Zhen and Chen Ping'an admitted that two of them were secret worshipers of the Daquan Dynasty. If it were not for the order to enter the capital this time, even he, the highest-ranking frontier general of the Daquan rank, would not have the right to mobilize the two monks.

The other sixty cavalry were all veterans of the border army who were familiar with bows and horses. The small number of family members of these veterans were mostly managers of the Yao family's mansions, servants and maids.

Chen Ping'an was mixed in the team and rode slowly.

Even though Zhu Lian sat on the horse, he still shrank his body, shaking and swaying with the horse's back. He seemed to be the most casual and kind of person among the four entourages Chen Ping'an.

Lu Baixiang was closing her eyes and resting.

Wei Xian is the most like a fish in water in the cavalry team, and it comes naturally.

On the other side of the inn, Jiu Niang was reluctant to withdraw her gaze for a long time.

The old hunched back squatted at the door smoking a dry tobacco. The curling smoke covered the wrinkled face, like mountain mist covering the mountains and ravines.

The little cripple climbed to the roof and climbed up to look into the distance. As soon as he parted, he began to look forward to the next reunion with the sister Fu Jian.

Zhong Kui came to the small grave. The stone tombstone had fallen down. He also dug up the soil and took away the objects in the tomb.

Something fun, it's a kid.

Zhong Kui touched his head, turned his head to look at the vast and long-distance team, retracted his gaze, and walked back to the inn with his hands, swaying back to the inn, saying to himself: "The sun rises in the East Sea, and thousands of miles of gold are melting gold. When the moon sets in the west, the apes chirped at night. Unfortunately, there is no match, otherwise it will be a foregone conclusion."

Zhong Kui thought about it and hesitated whether to go to Hu'er Town.

The gentleman is too brave. After all, he is the mountain owner of Dafu Academy and is also from the mansion of a saint in the Central Earth God Island.

Although the nine-tailed fox, whose name is at the front of the second page of the "Real Name" written by Mr. Bai, since he knew her real name, wouldn't it be a matter of one sentence?

Zhong Kui hugged the back of his head with both hands, and the breeze blew on his face.

It seemed as if there was still the gust of autumn wind, spinning in his two sleeves raised high.
Chapter completed!