Yu Ling's thoughts were a little confused. Before he knew it, he walked to Wang Huanzhi's study room and the study room was very spacious, without any extra furnishings. The four treasures of the study were neatly placed on the table. A book that had not been finished was spread flat on the table. Yu Ling curiously looked over, but saw that the cursive script on the book was vigorous and vigorous, as smooth and beautiful as the flowing clouds and water. Everyone praised Wang Huanzhi's running script as the world's most outstanding. In fact, his cursive script was also unique, which was just like the breeze came out of his sleeves and the bright moon came into his arms.
Yu Ling couldn't help but hold it in her hand and admired it carefully. After observing for a while, she closed the book and sighed: It is said that the words are like the person, and the words are the voice of the heart, but they are not applicable to Wang Huanzhi. Why is the person who can write such beautiful words and good poems is such a vicious person?
She put down the book and saw a slightly yellow scroll on the desk. When she opened it, she couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that this was a portrait of Wang Siyi. She was only twelve or twelve years old, and her two small braids hung on her temples. Although she was still young, her beautiful appearance was vaguely visible. The signature was Wang Huanzhi, and a row of fly heads next to her said, "The work of congratulating her daughter's twelve birthday" is written.
Yu Ling closed her eyes, as if she could see the warm picture. On a warm afternoon, the loving father used a paintbrush to describe his lovely daughter in detail. It looked like a beautiful family scene. But what about her twelve-year-old? She should have been surrounded by her strict father and mother, but she was killed by her parents and her family was destroyed. From then on, she was lonely and helpless! She is the same person, why is the situation different? Why? Why? She suddenly felt a burst of hatred filling her chest, and her hands held the scroll tightly, hoping to crush it.
What are you looking at? Suddenly, a familiar and thick man's voice sounded in her ears. She was shocked and the scroll in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.
Yu Ling turned around in surprise, but saw Wang Huanzhi stepping into the room. He looked like he had just returned from the court. He was wearing a lacquered garland crown and a black official robe. His clothes were covered with patterns of nine mountain dragons. He was tied around his waist with a purple ribbon symbolizing the grade of the three princes. On the ribbon was hung with the prime minister's golden seal on it. When he was young, Wang Huanzhi was a famous handsome man in Luoyang. He has become more mature and steady this year after thirty years. This solemn and luxurious appearance makes him look majestic and majestic.
Yu Ling barely restrained her panic, hid her hatred, bent down and picked up the scroll that landed on the ground, and said in a panic: I... I just have nothing to do, walk around everywhere, and don't want to go into the Xiangye's study. I didn't deliberately look through your book.
Wang Huanzhi glanced at the book that had been moved on the table, and saw her keep staring at the words on it, showing envy. The original doubt in his heart dissipated and he asked softly: Have Lingyu ever read a book?
Lingyu is the pseudonym Yu Ling gave her the identity of the dancer. She fabricated her own life experience and said that she went to the Western Regions to do business with her family since she was a child. Later, her father died and her family fell into ruin. Unfortunately, she became a dancer. Later, she followed the envoy of Kucha.
Just a few words were recognized. Yu Ling said shyly with her head down
Wang Huanzhi smiled gently, handed the brush on the desk to her, and said: Come on, write your name to me.
Yu Ling took the pen, hesitated for a moment, and wrote two fly-headed small regular script in a normal manner. Although the characters were not beautiful, they were beautiful and neat.
Well, you have never been guided by a famous teacher, it is good to write it like this. Wang Huanzhi actually praised her, which made Yu Ling's cheeks flush
When you want to write, you should listen to the ratings, concentrate your mind, and be upright and harmonious; the way to use the pen is to flatten the wrist and vertically, and your fingers are solid and your palms are empty, making them empty and wide. Wang Huanzhi recited the key points of the brushwork, stretched out his broad right hand to hold Yu Ling's slender hand, and took her to write down Lingyu. Two elegant and beautiful fonts, but his left hand gently embraced her slender waist, wrapping her whole body in his arms, and his posture was indescribable.
Yu Ling was hugged by his masculine arms, and her warm breath sprayed between her neck. She couldn't help but feel distracted. Her hand shook slightly and her words were tilted out. Suddenly, she was pinched around her waist. She couldn't help but exclaim, but she was scolded by him.
My prince is willing to personally guide you in calligraphy. How many people can't ask for it? How dare you be absent-minded? How do you think I should punish you? Well? He held back his smile and teased her
Prime Minister... You are so bad, bullying Lingyu! She pouted her mouth and said coquettishly
Writer's words:
Uncle, you are very scheming and wavy. Of course, the heroine is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Wave.
The next chapter continues to have fun~~
Don't stop your tickets^^
Yu Ling couldn't help but hold it in her hand and admired it carefully. After observing for a while, she closed the book and sighed: It is said that the words are like the person, and the words are the voice of the heart, but they are not applicable to Wang Huanzhi. Why is the person who can write such beautiful words and good poems is such a vicious person?
She put down the book and saw a slightly yellow scroll on the desk. When she opened it, she couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that this was a portrait of Wang Siyi. She was only twelve or twelve years old, and her two small braids hung on her temples. Although she was still young, her beautiful appearance was vaguely visible. The signature was Wang Huanzhi, and a row of fly heads next to her said, "The work of congratulating her daughter's twelve birthday" is written.
Yu Ling closed her eyes, as if she could see the warm picture. On a warm afternoon, the loving father used a paintbrush to describe his lovely daughter in detail. It looked like a beautiful family scene. But what about her twelve-year-old? She should have been surrounded by her strict father and mother, but she was killed by her parents and her family was destroyed. From then on, she was lonely and helpless! She is the same person, why is the situation different? Why? Why? She suddenly felt a burst of hatred filling her chest, and her hands held the scroll tightly, hoping to crush it.
What are you looking at? Suddenly, a familiar and thick man's voice sounded in her ears. She was shocked and the scroll in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.
Yu Ling turned around in surprise, but saw Wang Huanzhi stepping into the room. He looked like he had just returned from the court. He was wearing a lacquered garland crown and a black official robe. His clothes were covered with patterns of nine mountain dragons. He was tied around his waist with a purple ribbon symbolizing the grade of the three princes. On the ribbon was hung with the prime minister's golden seal on it. When he was young, Wang Huanzhi was a famous handsome man in Luoyang. He has become more mature and steady this year after thirty years. This solemn and luxurious appearance makes him look majestic and majestic.
Yu Ling barely restrained her panic, hid her hatred, bent down and picked up the scroll that landed on the ground, and said in a panic: I... I just have nothing to do, walk around everywhere, and don't want to go into the Xiangye's study. I didn't deliberately look through your book.
Wang Huanzhi glanced at the book that had been moved on the table, and saw her keep staring at the words on it, showing envy. The original doubt in his heart dissipated and he asked softly: Have Lingyu ever read a book?
Lingyu is the pseudonym Yu Ling gave her the identity of the dancer. She fabricated her own life experience and said that she went to the Western Regions to do business with her family since she was a child. Later, her father died and her family fell into ruin. Unfortunately, she became a dancer. Later, she followed the envoy of Kucha.
Just a few words were recognized. Yu Ling said shyly with her head down
Wang Huanzhi smiled gently, handed the brush on the desk to her, and said: Come on, write your name to me.
Yu Ling took the pen, hesitated for a moment, and wrote two fly-headed small regular script in a normal manner. Although the characters were not beautiful, they were beautiful and neat.
Well, you have never been guided by a famous teacher, it is good to write it like this. Wang Huanzhi actually praised her, which made Yu Ling's cheeks flush
When you want to write, you should listen to the ratings, concentrate your mind, and be upright and harmonious; the way to use the pen is to flatten the wrist and vertically, and your fingers are solid and your palms are empty, making them empty and wide. Wang Huanzhi recited the key points of the brushwork, stretched out his broad right hand to hold Yu Ling's slender hand, and took her to write down Lingyu. Two elegant and beautiful fonts, but his left hand gently embraced her slender waist, wrapping her whole body in his arms, and his posture was indescribable.
Yu Ling was hugged by his masculine arms, and her warm breath sprayed between her neck. She couldn't help but feel distracted. Her hand shook slightly and her words were tilted out. Suddenly, she was pinched around her waist. She couldn't help but exclaim, but she was scolded by him.
My prince is willing to personally guide you in calligraphy. How many people can't ask for it? How dare you be absent-minded? How do you think I should punish you? Well? He held back his smile and teased her
Prime Minister... You are so bad, bullying Lingyu! She pouted her mouth and said coquettishly
Writer's words:
Uncle, you are very scheming and wavy. Of course, the heroine is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Wave.
The next chapter continues to have fun~~
Don't stop your tickets^^
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