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When he woke up the next day, Xu Ziling found himself in the cabin. Fu Junmao seemed to hear the sound of him getting up and knocked on the door and came in.

Xu Ziling saw a piece of paper in her hand, and knew that she must have written down her "About Wine" yesterday. She wanted to praise her memory by herself, so she waved over, snatched the white paper, looked over and over again, and made a strange sound in her mouth.

"I remember correctly..." Fu Junmao knew that he was going to find his own fault again, so he hummed a little dissatisfied.

"That's right, but the handwriting is so bad, like a turtle climbing, and a three-year-old child writes better than you!" Xu Ziling tried hard to hit her. In fact, Fu Junhao's handwriting is not bad, she is beautiful and elegant, and obviously has made some hard work. Moreover, she is proficient in the art of Yi Jian, practices long swords for a long time, and writes with a pen. The layout is not only clear and clear, but each word has a faint meaning of sword dancing, and has a unique charm.

Sure enough, when Fu Junmao heard Xu Ziling ridicule, he felt very upset.

Fu Junmao pointed to the four treasures of the study in front of the case and made Xu Ziling's coquettish face: "If you write well, then I'll see how many you write!"

Xu Ziling laughed and clapped his hands, "Actually, if you don't agree, I can't help but show off and make you ashamed! But I'm afraid that you don't know what to write and you can't even read it. Wouldn't it be in vain?"

After hearing this, Fu Junmao was even more dissatisfied. He completely fell into someone else's trap and said, "If you can write, I can read it!"

She was afraid that Xu Ziling would refuse, so she immediately spread the paper ink and rubbed the ink and brushed the pen and handed it to Xu Ziling.

"If I write with a pen, I can't show my profound skills!" Xu Ziling's tone was like a great master. He casually held the ceramic spoon in the bowl next to the desk, dipped it ink, and drew it on the white paper freely. Two cute big-headed dolls appeared on the paper: she held a short sword in one hand and a struggled man in the other... There was a little ink hanging on the corner of the girl's lips, which obviously refers to Fu Jun's mother. The boy's body, who was pulled by her back, was naturally pointed at Xu Ziling himself.

"How could he do this!" Fu Junmao saw that this guy was really a freak. He could draw with a spoon. Although he liked this painting very much, his little nose hummed angrily, as if he wanted to argue that he was very gentle and ladylike.

Then, Xu Ziling wrote on the paper with a spoon: A beauty showed her beauty, a smile made people's city, a smile made people's country, and a smile made people's country change.

His handwriting is as fluttering as an immortal, and he is very elegant and out of the world. When he sees it, he will feel like he is riding on the wind. Although Fu Junhao doesn't admit it in his heart, he has to convince himself. This guy's handwriting is really good, and it is not a little bit better than himself. He deserves to be so arrogant.

Especially contrasting with two cute big-headed dolls, it looks even more fresh and unique.

Fu Junmao read it, feeling very proud, and read it softly.

For a moment, my heart was as sweet as honey. This guy wrote poems to praise himself for being beautiful. Could it be that he wrote these just to smile more?

Xu Ziling wrote another sentence: The beauty is angry, one is angry, one is angry, the willow eyebrows are raised, two is angry, the east lion roars, and three is angry, the pig rolls around... Just when Fu Junhua was stunned, Xu Ziling quickly drew an angry cute pig, and there was still anger on his head. Fu Junhua was so angry that he almost beat him up. This guy will never forget to tease people. He originally thought that he would write a poem to make him happy, but no one thought he would still want to anger himself.

As soon as she raised her fist, Xu Ziling pointed at the pig on the paper and signaled that if she wanted to hit someone, she would be the pig.

Fu Junmao had raised his hand and put it down again. He was unwilling to accept it. He thought about it and snatched the painting. He said in a stack of voices: "It doesn't count, but it may only be able to write with a spoon. If you have the ability, you can try it with a written word!"

"How do you know that I don't know how to write with a pen?" Xu Zilingqi asked.

"Ah? You really don't know how to do it? Write quickly, I want to open my eyes!" Fu Junhua was happy when she heard this. She grabbed Xu Ziling's hand and stuffed the pen into his hand.

"Oh no, I'm so old and haven't written a brush..." The more hesitated, the more Fu Junhua urged him, and he wanted to grab his hand to write. When he made a fool of himself, he would sarcastically mock him. Who told him not to learn seriousness, just write with a spoon! Fu Junhua thought so proudly, and suddenly heard someone praise him: "Good words!"

"Hey? Didn't you say you can't write with a pen?" Fu Junhuan saw the sound and screamed in surprise, asking angrily.

Xu Ziling's brushwork is erratic and quick, and the characters he wrote are very strange, one by one, one is thin, straight and straight, the horizontal stroke ends like a hook, the vertical stroke ends with dots, the stroke is like a dagger, the stroke is like a cutter, and some couplets are like a wandering line and flowing in the air, and the charm has a unique stretching and strong force.

When writing, it is like walking on a dragon and a snake; when finishing the pen, it hides the tip in the dark.

This character is very thin, but it does not lose its richness.

Not only was Fu Junmao shocked, but even Song Lu and Song Shidao who came to hear the sound were stunned, forgetting to breathe, and almost suffocating.

On the white paper, Xu Ziling wrote a line: Return the pearl to tears, wishing that we would meet before we got married!

This poem has a strange word and a more sad artistic conception. There is a kind of sadness of a girl's heartbreaking affection that appears on the paper.

Fu Junniu's eyes turned red, and she almost burst into tears for the unknown woman in the poem. She guessed that there must be an earth-shaking love story in this poem. Maybe a girl rejected the affection of the guy in front of her, returned Mingzhu to him, and wrote another poem to express her grief... She looked at Xu Ziling and was about to say a few words of comfort, but suddenly, she saw this guy draw a cute little pig wearing flowers on the paper. She turned her head, cried and handed a pearl back to a handsome doll full of surprise. There was also a little pig's words: I want to marry a pig, Mingzhu will give you back.

Once this painting was drawn, it completely destroyed the sadness and beautiful artistic conception, turning it into hilariousness and funnyness.

Fu Junmao was very angry.

What does this guy mean by making himself cry and laughing?

There is no other guy in the world who is as disgraceful as him. He has very good poetry and good words, but he just wants to draw an illustration to ruthlessly shatter the whole beautiful fantasy! If he doesn't paint a pig to mock himself, can't he show his arrogance?

However, Song Lu and Song Shidao came, and Fu Junmao had to give him some face, and decided to beat him up when there was no one.

"Good words, good sentences, good poems, good paintings..." Song Shidao rubbed his hands and sighed repeatedly. If any of these abilities could be owned by others, they would be worthy of pride. Now, they are concentrated on Xu Ziling. Is this guy really not flawed? Such a perfect man is really not enviable!

Song Shidao was born in the Song family and was a noble son of the four major families. He was called the pride of heaven born with a golden key.

However, at this moment, he would rather exchange his identities with Xu Ziling, who was a gangster from Yangzhou.

Song Lu paid more attention to another point, that is, the character is unique and unique. Although there are many famous calligraphers in the world, countless people have been good at calligraphy and painting from ancient times to the present, he has never seen such strange characters.

"Zi Ling, this character is extremely thin, but it is not lost in its richness. The pen is like a dragon and snake, and it is as elegant as the wind. I only saw it in my life. I don't know if it was a famous scholar of the He family who taught such calligraphy, or if it was a shocking book that Zi Ling did you create?" Song Lu did not think that there were any great scholars who could teach this kind of calligraphy. At this time, the great scholars were Wang Tong, but Wang Tong did not have such magical brushwork. This must have been created by Xu Ziling.

"Ha, actually this was created by Xiao Jizi from Zhao's family in the countryside. Xiao Jizi is not doing his job properly and likes to draw flowers and birds and write calligraphy. This kind of 'slim gold style' is his original creation." Xu Ziling smiled.

"Love!" Fu Junmao didn't believe it at all.

"Good originality, good originality!" Song Lu laughed out loud, and he didn't believe it.

There are really famous scholars and strange people in the world who have created such thin gold bodies. How could he not know them? Although there are many talents in the world, Song Lu thought that except for Xu Ziling, who cannot see through the depth, there will be no other family's children who can draw such wonderful calligraphy and paintings with ease.

Xu Ziling also laughed in his heart. After "Women are like water", "Women's Beauty", "Willing to Wine" and the current "Slim Gold" calligraphy and painting, I believe Song Luding has already looked at him with admiration. If he wants to gain his support in the future, he will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort. He spared no effort to express his knowledge in his heart, but he simply wanted to get the final support of the Song family.

Only by obtaining the strong support of the Song clan can one fight against the heroes in the north.

In particular, the Li family was deeply supported by the wealthy families in Guanzhong. Once one day, he was in the right place and had a good place. There was also a Li Shimin who knew how to win the hearts of the people. If he wanted to develop his historical trajectory like that and start his business like that, no matter how hard he worked, he would eventually fail because he could not defeat four hands with both fists.

Therefore, the Lingnan Song sect must be under its own jurisdiction, and the sooner the better.

"Tell me your story..." Fu Junmao didn't care about the little pig, but she really wanted to know Xu Ziling's past.

She pointed her hand gently and pointed at the poem "Your Pearl is crying, and I wish you were not married." She asked: "Tell me your sadness! Whose daughter rejected you? Say it out and let everyone listen!"

Xu Ziling laughed loudly, clapping his hands and hilariously, making Fu Junmao laugh so hard that he couldn't understand it.

Could it be that this guy was rejected?

When Fu Junmao saw Xu Ziling's handsome appearance, elegant and graceful appearance, like a banished immortal flying from the sky, the little girl was not confused when she saw that he was not confused. He wanted to give someone a ball of light, so he would definitely not be rejected... If this story is not about him, then who is it? The hateful guy, does he want to use this story to mock his ignorance?

Xu Ziling laughed enough, and explained in the curious eyes of everyone: "Actually, this poem does not mean the sorrow of men and women, but just a reference. There is a Tangjia village in my countryside, and a scholar named Zhang Ya, who is quite talented. A powerful man named Li asked him to be an official. Zhang Ya didn't want to go, but he couldn't refuse it in the morning, so he thought of a way and wrote a poem "Song of the Secret Women" and rejected the other party. The whole poem is like this: You know that you have a husband, and you give me two pearls. I feel that you are entangled with me, tied in a red silk robe. My high-rise buildings are connected to the garden, and the good man holds a halberd in the bright light. I know that you are as dedicated as the sun, and you swear to live and die together when you serve your husband. You are still crying and wish you never met before you get married."

When Song Lu and Song Shidao heard this, they were shocked. They never expected that Xu Ziling would explain this.

"If you don't believe it or not, you must have made it up to fool people! Without Zhang Ji, it's just you!" Fu Junmao didn't believe it at all, and if you believe it, it would be even more disgusting. It's not as good as that cute little pig and a handsome baby!

"Haha, a good story, a good story!" Song Lu didn't believe it either. If the powerful and powerful in the court had done such a thing, why hadn't he heard of it?

It must be that this guy Xu deliberately made up to make fun of Miss Fu. He wrote good poems, but he did not want to be too arrogant, nor did he want others to look at himself with a strange look, so he explained this way. He is an old man, and he knows it is fake, but he doesn't point it out, but just laughs.

Song Shidao touched his head and recalled all the memories. He felt that he had never heard of such a story, and he suspected that it was fake. He suddenly wanted to go to the countryside of Xu Ziling to take a look.

There is really a Song Shiji Tangjia Village in Yangzhou? Is there really a Xiao Jizi who knows how to "slim gold body" and Zhang Ji who writes "Song of a Celebrity"?
Chapter completed!