"Master Ye Qiu, this poem…can you give this poem to me?”
The spring fort was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the interweaving of poetry and tea fragrance.
Subconsciously, he said what he was thinking.
" Boundless Blessings. Since you like it so much, I'll give this poem to you…"
Ye Qiu nodded.
The ink that was added to the overnight tea actually had an unexpected effect.
Combined with his understanding of calligraphy, he could actually form an artistic conception similar to an illusion.
He did not need to activate the Union of Heaven and Man at all.
"Ah?"
Huang Lei, who was intoxicated by the artistic conception, was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with surprise.
Because of the emotional fluctuations, he withdrew from the artistic conception of the poem.
"Master Ye Qiu, are you really giving me this poem?”
Huang Lei couldn't believe his ears. This poem was given to him just like that?
Ye Qiu nodded." Or do you not like it?"”
"No, no, I like it very much. Thank you, thank you, Master Ye Qiu!”
Huang Lei pinched himself hard and excitedly took the poem from Ye Yiqian's hands.
At the same time, the system notification sounded in Ye Qiu's ears.
Ding!" Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Spring Base Gratitude. You have received a negative value x 1…"
"Teacher Huang Lei, your luck is really good…"
Ye Yiqian, who was beside him, woke up slowly and happened to hear Huang Lei's words.
He was very envious.
The faint ink and tea fragrance intertwined, outlining a seemingly real world.
Just now, she was still in that world, drinking with that reclusive expert.
The tea had a rich fragrance. It was ten times or a hundred times better than the West Lake Longjing tea and Biluochun tea that she had drunk before.
It was a feeling that went beyond the scope of tea and went straight to the soul.
Even if she didn't know calligraphy or poetry, she knew that this seemingly ordinary poem was definitely a priceless treasure.
"Ah! Oh my god, Sister Ju, I feel like I've missed the whole world…"
At this moment, Zhang Zifeng, who was in the courtyard, came back to his senses.
He had a face full of regret. If he had known earlier, he would have picked it up and taken a look.
This way, this beautiful poem would be hers!
"I'm lucky to get it, but I'm destined to lose it…"
Ju Jingyi forced a smile. She didn't expect that after she took a look at the spring fort, she would be so thick-skinned as to think that it was hers.
"Master Ye Qiu, do you have any other calligraphy works? Can you let us take a look?"
Director Wang pounded his chest and stomped his feet. He felt a wave of regret in his heart.
A poem that could be said to be perfect had just been missed in front of his eyes.
This was so depressing that he wanted to vomit blood.
"I'm sorry, Benefactor Wang. The calligraphy that I usually practice is not elegant, so I didn't hold back…"
Ye Qiu smiled faintly.
He had only received the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, yesterday. He had no time to practice.
"Master Ye Qiu, you're too humble. If your calligraphy is still difficult to reach the stage of elegance, then our calligraphy will be like a kindergarten child's earthworm crawling…"
Huang Lei put away the paper as if he had found a treasure. He was very worried that such a treasure would suddenly rain and smudge the words on it.
At that time, it would be too late for him to regret.
Ye Qiu smiled noncommittally. The calligraphy of the Calligraphy Saint, Wang Xizhi, could be considered a peak calligraphy master since ancient times.
It would probably be very difficult to find one or two people in the current generation who could match him.
The ancient literati loved calligraphy and poetry, unlike many of today who had been tainted with the stench of money.
On the contrary, those who wandered around might understand some of the true meaning of calligraphy.
It was a pity that the wandering master had been criticized by the entire calligraphy world because his calligraphy was too good. Now, he had disappeared without a trace.
I don't know where I'm going.
" Teacher Huang Lei, your luck is too good. I really regret it…"
Zhang Zifeng's face was filled with disappointment and heartache. Ye Qiu's master's authentic work had just brushed past her like this.
" Lucky, lucky…" Huang Lei grinned, unable to stop laughing.
He only wanted to hurry back and frame the poem.
"You're still pretending to be good after getting a bargain…"
Zhang Zifeng mumbled. Director Wang, Ye Yiqian, and the others nodded.
He agreed with her very much.
"Huang Lei, now that you've obtained Master Ye Qiu's calligraphy and poetry, hurry up and do what you should do!”
Out of sight, out of mind. Director Wang directly called Huang Lei to the kitchen so that he wouldn't feel heartache when he saw him.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll go now, I'll go now…"
Huang Lei smiled embarrassedly and quickly ran away.
" Hahahaha, the great Director Wang has suffered this time. Teacher Huang Lei is still the best. Before the others could react, he had already obtained Master Ye Qiu's brush and ink…"
"I'm also jealous! Ye Qiu's master's authentic work, haven't you seen it? Ye Qiu's master had said that he didn't keep any of the paintings he usually wrote. That was the only painting he had!”
"Wow! Now that you mention it, I'm starting to get jealous. Teacher Huang Lei is really lucky!”
“……”
Director Wang's series of actions made the audience laugh.
Squeaking?
At this moment, the little monkey next to the table jumped down. He picked up the stool beside him and ran to where Ye Qiu was standing just now.
Could it be that this monkey could write?
Their eyes flickered. Other than Ye Qiu, everyone in the courtyard looked at the little monkey.
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