Yang Wanli is very good at this art, but he is truly talented in the art of calligraphy and painting. This exclamation also aroused Liu's interest. He moved a few steps and looked at the brocade silk.
, what is written above is exactly a poem:
Don’t worry about the flying flowers of Sanjiu Shao, and the dragon scales dancing in thousands of houses in one night.
The mountains and fields are covered with thick blankets of fur and velvet, and the veins of the trees are wrapped in gauze.
Urchins rush from lane to lane to attack the fortress, while friends sit around the fire and sip tea.
Where are the jade soul and ice muscles? I like to see the garden grass sprouting new shoots.
The handwriting is graceful and beautiful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the place where the pen is written is like clouds and smoke, but it has a hidden edge.
Yang Wanli kept nodding his head while reading, and said repeatedly: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy, full and vigorous handwriting, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, the iron draws a silver hook, it is indeed a good calligraphy." After that, he looked down.
Look, he said, "Why is there no payment?"
After speaking, he touched the handwriting on the brocade silk lightly with his hand and asked curiously: "The handwriting is not dry yet, so why is it still a new work?"
Mrs. Liu raised her head in surprise, looked at Li Luo, and whispered with her red lips: "Did you write this calligraphy?"
Yang Wanli was shocked and said, "Is it true?"
Li Luo nodded, nothing unusual. Yang Wanli sighed: "I didn't expect that Luo Guan could write such words at such a young age. He is indeed a hero born out of a boy."
"Huh, good handwriting makes you a hero?" Yang Liuqing said disdainfully: "I heard from four sources in the city that Mr. Li is very skilled in martial arts. He once held off the rebels for an hour while praying to heaven, and killed more than a hundred enemies. I wonder if you can reward me with your honor?
Let's compete." After saying that, he looked at Li Luo provocatively.
Li Luo smiled slightly, but before he could speak, Yang Wanli shouted loudly: "Asshole, when did my uncle Zong's house treat guests like this? If you spread the word so aggressively, wouldn't you make other people laugh?
Tomorrow, copy "Ten Essentials of Marching" for me a hundred times. If you miss one copy, you won't have to eat, and no one will beg for mercy." After speaking, he slapped the table heavily, and Mrs. Liu was about to persuade her when she saw this.
Before he could speak, Yang Wanli said loudly: "You are not allowed to intercede on behalf of this traitor, and you should also be optimistic about Yan'er, so don't let Yan'er copy books for this traitor again."
Mrs. Liu couldn't help but blush slightly and said nothing. Yang Liuqing was dumbfounded, with a bitter look on her face.
Looking at Yang Wanli who was still angry, Li Luo smiled and said: "Master Yang, my nephew is here to apologize. If Young Master Yang is punished instead, Li Luo will feel very sorry. Please also ask Mr. Yang not to punish Young Master Yang."
"Take a look and learn from it." Yang Wanli pointed at Yang Liuqing and said.
"Who can't say a few nice things?" Yang Liuqing muttered.
"What did you say?" Yang Wanli stared, "But you want to copy books again?"
"No, no." Yang Liuqing was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly. Seeing his father's unkind expression, he reluctantly handed over to Li Luoyi and said listlessly: "Thank you."
Yang Wanli snorted heavily, but he was still dissatisfied after thinking about it. Li Luo smiled slightly and said: "Young Master Yang, you are too polite." After a pause, Li Luo continued: "Young Master Yang's body skills are not as good as his boxing skills. If you go faster, you can use your palm skills.
It can be more powerful."
Yang Wanli and Liu Shi didn't understand martial arts, so they couldn't notice anything. However, Yang Liuqing was stunned. What Li Luo said coincided with what the master of boxing among the nine guards in the palace, Six Roots Pure Palm Kong Monk, told him. It was just that he was there that day.
He gave Zhangkong a boxing show, but Li Luo had never seen him take action before, so he didn't expect to say the same thing as monk Zhangkong. Could it be that Zhangkong had told Li Luo these things, Yang Liuqing thought to himself.
Li Luo saluted again and was about to leave. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw a thin figure in front of the hall. He was gently holding a white cloak at the collar. He was standing quietly next to a crabapple tree, looking from a distance.
But it was Yangliu Yan, and there was a maid behind her, who was looking around, it was Zhu Er.
Yang Liuqing was surprised when she saw Li Luo retracting his forward leaning figure. Following Li Luo's gaze, he saw Yang Liuyan beside the tree. He jumped out and ran to Yang Liuyan and said, "It's cold at night, why is my sister up?"
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"It's okay, my body is not that weak." Yang Liuyan smiled softly, like a fairy from Lingbo, causing hundreds of flowers to bloom. She looked as graceful as a startled dragon. She looked at her brother who looked distressed, moved her lotus steps lightly, and entered.
In the front hall, Yang Liuqing hurriedly followed. Yang Wanli said happily with a smile on his face and his whiskers: "Yan'er, why are you up so late?"
Yang Liuyan walked into the front hall, saluted Yang Wanli and Mrs. Liu, looked at Li Luo standing beside him, and said: "Zhu'er told me that someone came to apologize to me, but why did he leave without seeing me?
?”
Li Luo was stunned and said: "It's just too late. It would be too abrupt to ask to see the girl. That's why I want Master Yang and Brother Ling to tell Miss Yang on my behalf. It's not because Li Luo is not sincere."
Yang Wanli continued: "Yes, Yan'er, there is a man here who meets the girl at night. Besides, the young prince came here sincerely, not with false feelings."
Yang Liuyan glanced at his father, saw the brocade silk in Yang Wanli's hand, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Dad, have you got a good calligraphy and painting?"
Yang Wanli said in astonishment: "How could you have guessed about being a father?" Mrs. Liu gritted her teeth secretly at the side. This night, she had completely disgraced Zongbo Mansion.
Yang Liuyan glanced at Li Luo and said lightly: "The young prince is really interested."
Li Luo smiled slightly but did not respond.
Yang Wanli laughed and said: "Yan'er, come and take a look, these are the words written by Li Xian's nephew." After speaking, he unfolded the brocade silk in his hand. Yang Liuyan took a look, then covered his mouth and said in surprise: "
This is."
"Not bad," Yang Wanli clicked his tongue and praised, "What a good calligraphy."
Yang Liuyan recited it softly, and suddenly his face was stained with two red clouds. He glanced at Yang Wanli who was still typing his words, stamped his feet and said: "Dad!"
"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot about the business." After saying that, he put the brocade away reluctantly and asked, "Yan'er, what did you want to say when you came out?"
Mrs. Liu interrupted Yang Wanli with a cough, glared at Yang Wanli fiercely, and said to Li Luo: "Little prince, Yan'er doesn't blame you. What happened last time is over. I just hope that young prince will not do it again in the future."
By doing these ridiculous things, a man should make meritorious deeds and serve the country."
Li Luo hummed and said, "Li Luo, thank you, Miss Yang." After saying that, he gave a slight salute to Yang Liuyan, who also returned the salute.
Li Luo then said: "I have disturbed Mr. Yang for a long time. Please take a rest early. Li Luo has resigned."
Yang Wanli nodded and said: "Okay, okay. Come here often from now on. You don't need to call me Mr. Yang. I look more familiar. Just call me uncle."
Li Luo smiled softly, glanced at Yang Liuyan, turned around and left the front hall, and suddenly Yang Liuyan's cry came from behind: "Hey."
Li Luo turned around and asked, "Miss Yang, do you have anything else to do?"
Yang Liuyan ignored the surprised looks of the three people in the auditorium, murmured a few times, and finally did not say anything. She just said: "It's okay, you...walk slowly."
Li Luo nodded lightly and left Zongbo's mansion.
As soon as Li Luo left, Yang Liuqing shouted: "Father, mother, this young prince seems to be very simple. What he said is exactly the same as what Master Zhangkong said."
Yang Wanli glared and said, "With how well you practice, anyone can see it."
Yang Liuqing said unconvinced: "Dad, Master Zhangkong has said that the child's palm skills are already rare masters among the younger generation in Zhuocheng. Don't you think so, Yan'er? Huh? Sister." Yang Liuqing shouted continuously.
After a few calls, Yang Liuyan woke up.
"Oh, brother, what did you say?"
Yang Liuqing was so angry that she stopped talking and asked, "What is the last thing you want to say to Li Luo?"
Yang Liuyan flashed a hint of silence and said: "Nothing, Yan'er went to bed, father, mother, brother, you should go to bed early." After saying that, he and Zhu'er returned to the back hall.
Yang Wanli waited for Yang Liuyan to go out and said to Mrs. Liu, "This young prince of Prince Chun's Mansion is not like what is said in the city. He seems to be well-educated and sensible."
"Humph, Dad, how can you go to the backyard and secretly look at the woman you are marrying?" Yang Liuqing was still quite angry when he mentioned this matter.
"Well, Zhu'er said last time that Li Luo didn't come in at first, but everyone in the house noticed Zhang Zeliu, and then he was there for some reason. Otherwise, according to Yan'er's temperament, he could be forgiven
Li Luo is weird. This must have been the idea of a boy from the Rongzheng family." The more Yang Wanli thought about it, the more he thought about it, and he nodded repeatedly after finishing speaking.
Mrs. Liu said angrily: "You two, father and son, have a pair of wooden heads. Can't you see why Yan'er came out?"
Yang Wanli and Yang Liuqing looked at each other and shook their heads blankly. Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes, turned around and left the front hall, leaving the two of them looking at each other.