Just when Zhu Gaofeng was about to be depressed, Xie Yutong walked out.
"Su Mu, go in, grandpa calls you."
Then Su Mu stood up with a smile, held Zhu Yiyi's little hand, and returned to the inner hall.
Zhu Zhouding and others looked at each other.
He looked at Jiang Wangshu and said with a smile:
"Brother Wangshu, this guy is really a weird guy."
Jiang Wangshu's face was filled with expressions that were unremembered by the past:
"Zhou Ding, listen to my advice and keep a little distance from this grandson in the future. He becomes cruel and even cheats himself. This is a lesson learned from my brother's blood and tears."
Zhu Zhouding...!
Seeing Jiang Wangshu's constipated expression, he couldn't help asking:
"Tell me, look."
Jiang Wangshu told the story in detail about the incident that happened in Mulanchang a few days ago.
On the one hand, it is for Su Mu to show off his power, and on the other hand, it is also for showing off.
After listening to the table, everyone looked like earthy.
Especially Zhu Gaofeng, he felt a cool breeze in his crotch, and his alcoholic spirit disappeared.
Everyone knows that many people died that night, and those who survived became eunuchs.
But I don't know what happened.
Especially when they heard that Su Mu actually took a bet to induce the other party to cut chickens on their own and get rewards for cutting more, they were like seeing a ghost.
I'll ask if you are slutty?
When Zhu Zhouding looked at Jiang Wangshu, his eyes were full of sympathy:
"Brother Wangshu, you... are really a man."
Jiang Wangshu was so angry that he didn't scold her.
Actually, I was afraid at the beginning.
Who is not afraid of his life being thrown out by his brother as a bet?
Fucked.
As soon as Su Mu returned to the inner hall, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.
Eating and drinking are almost over.
A group of old men were about to move to the backyard for tea and entertainment.
When Zhu Jianshen saw him, he said directly:
"Boy, I heard that your handwriting is good? Come on, write a few for us."
Su Mu opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly:
"Old man, I won't be ugly with my three-legged cat's broken word. Otherwise, I will show you a big stone with a broken chest?"
Su Mu finally got the feeling of not pretending.
very nice.
Ning Qingyuan glared at her eyes:
"You boy, are you humiliating me?"
The other old men and the people next to them looked surprised, only Ning Erxian looked proud and whispered something to the people around him.
It was nothing more than saying that Su Mu wrote down the words forced to open business at Dongyang University last time, which shocked Ning Qingyuan's deeds.
Mo Ruhai, Chen Jinhong, and Chu Legong were both knowledgeable and had a deep understanding of calligraphy. When they heard this, they all became interested.
This kid is really...!
How did you say that sentence?
Treasure.
I found a treasured son-in-law.
Zhu Jianshen obviously was prepared.
Next to it is the side hall for rest.
The old guy grabbed the tobacco pipe and waved his hand directly:
"Let's go, show me your hands."
In the center of the hall, a long desk was already placed, with red sandalwood, almost patina. It was obviously the desk in the emperor's study hundreds of years ago.
This thing is spreading around the world and is priced at a sky-high price.
Furniture in Ming and Qing dynasties has always been a treasure in the collection industry.
But in Yongletang, that's an ordinary thing.
What is a broken table?
How many emperors were there in the Ming Dynasty? Are there still fewer broken tables?
The desk is very large, with four carved dragons and painted phoenixes, revealing an ancient charm.
On the table, the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone were prepared neatly.
Ning Qingyuan walked over with a smile and said:
"Come on, I'll grind ink for this kid myself."
As soon as this sentence was spoken, even Zhu Jianshen was shocked.
Today, Ning Qingyuan's calligraphy is about to be second, who dares to say that he is first?
There are some considerations about grinding ink.
The younger generation is the elder, and the lower status is the higher status.
Master Ning Qingyuan Ning, one word is auctioned at a price of one million.
He actually polished ink for Su Mu.
What kind of virtue is this kid?
Even the clan leaders who hated Su Mu were attracted to him, surrounded the table and stretched their necks to look around.
Chen Jinhong and Mo Ruhai didn't believe how high Su Mu's calligraphy could be.
In their opinion, this is Mr. Ning, who is standing up for his grandson-in-law.
When what happened today was spread, Master Ning personally grinding the ink was enough to cause a storm in the entire cultural circle.
As for Su Mu's calligraphy.
At his age, he should have written well, but it is impossible to be as high as possible.
Calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, and these things require water grinding skills, and you can practice diligently every day.
Why is Wang Xizhi’s secret to teaching his son to practice calligraphy is to let him finish writing eighteen mouthfuls of water?
There are no quick results or shortcuts.
If you want to become a master, you still have to have talent.
How many calligraphy masters have practiced for a lifetime but can't become masters even if they die?
With Ning Qingyuan in China, no other calligrapher and painter dares to be a master.
Because no one surpassed him.
Even for Ning Qingyuan's evaluation, his artistic achievements in calligraphy have surpassed those of the calligraphy saint for more than a thousand years.
After all, Ning Qingyuan gained the strengths of many families and had more knowledge than the Shusheng.
In Mo Ruhai's opinion, even if you are very good, how old are you?
How dare you bear the master's ink grinding?
Everyone's emotions are very complicated here.
Ning Qingyuan quickly ground the ink and exclaimed:
"Good Mo, when you leave, take me a few."
Zhu Jianshen was so hungry that he was not choked by the smoke.
His Zhu family is not short of money for antique jewelry, but not many of these four treasures in the study have been preserved.
Especially this royal tribute imperial ink is specially used by the emperor and has a special name called Longxiang.
A few years ago, the imperial capital held a Poly Spring Auction, and a piece of Qianlong imperial ink sold at a sky-high price of tens of millions.
It's just this one that spreads to the world.
Of course, the old Zhu family does not lack this imperial ink, but it is nonsense to say that there are many.
Mr. Ning Qingyuan often ran to Yongle Hall to fight Qiufeng. Every time he broke into Zhu Jianshen's study, picked up half a piece of imperial ink and ran away. Later, whenever he heard that he was coming, Zhu Jianshen would definitely put it in the study.
The ink is hidden.
Everyone looked at Su Mu.
Su Mu had no choice but to walk over with a smile.
After looking at the gold-edged rice paper on the table, he couldn't help but be amazed secretly.
What a luxury.
These things and cliffs are all imperial supplies that only the emperors of the old Zhu family can use.
This rice paper, this brush, and the fragrant imperial ink that has been ground into the room.
The most valuable thing is probably the porcelain inkstone.
It was clearly a sky-blue Ru kiln Song porcelain.
That’s right, Jay Chou’s poem “The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain” and I am waiting for you. That’s how it comes.
Song Huizong, the prodigal emperor, had a dream that after heavy rain, there was a mysterious sky blue color in the distance, which was particularly fascinating.
After waking up, he wrote a poem.
The rain passes the sky and the sky breaks.
Then all the masters in the world began to burn this color.
In the end, the craftsmen in Ruzhou were more skilled and burned the blue sky that satisfied Song Huizong.
However, the blue sky became a terrifying sound when Emperor Huizong of Song lost his country.
Even the inkstone of the blue Ru kiln Song porcelain in the Zhu family is definitely a heirloom of family traditions.
Why does Ning Qingyuan care about Yumo and not about this inkstone?