Calligraphy Saint's Writing Technique!
Yang Zhao's eyes moved, remembering that Wang Xizhi was a calligraphy saint of his generation. His calligraphy was passed down for hundreds of generations and was admired by later generations.
However, on the eve of the chaos in the world, even the unique writing skills of the Sage of Calligraphy seemed to be useless.
This skill seemed a bit useless, but it was better than nothing, so Yang Zhao still clicked on Recover.
boom ~~
A vast amount of experience suddenly filled his body.
Yang Zhao felt as if he was looking at a madman with disheveled hair from the Wei and Jin dynasties, writing the Spring and Autumn Annals with his brush and ink.
Wherever the ink brush passed, what was written was not words, but mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Every word seemed to have a soul, and it was chanting an ancient legend.
Yang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at his hands. A brand new experience made him feel that his hands could not only hold a knife to kill the enemy, but also dance with words and ink to write the Spring and Autumn Annals.
"So the profoundness of calligraphy is similar to martial arts…"
Yang Zhao muttered to himself thoughtfully, wishing that there was a piece of paper and inkstone right now that he could use his pen to write and enjoy himself.
"Big Brother Yang, I remember now. Today is the birthday of State Duke Song. His residence is not far from here. Why don't we go and congratulate him on his birthday?”
Zhangsun Wugou, who was on horseback, said this. However, she was completely unaware that this Humble Class youth in front of her had gained another divine skill.
Yang Zhao's thoughts returned to reality.
He recalled that Li Yuan had indeed mentioned that today was the birthday of Xiao Yu, Duke of Song.
However, his father-in-law was afraid that Emperor Sui would suspect him of being too close to the officials, so he did not personally go to congratulate him. Instead, he sent his eldest son, Li Jiancheng, to the Duke of Song's residence to congratulate him.
Yang Zhao recalled that Xiao Yu had been a witness during the Joust For A Spouse that day, so he could be considered to be fated with him. Since Zhangsun Wugou had mentioned it, he might as well go and congratulate him.
"Let's go."
Yang Zhao led Red Rabbit and under Zhangsun Wugou's guidance, they headed towards the Song Public House.
Xiao Yu was the brother of the Empress Xiao. As a relative of the royal family, there were naturally many people who wanted to make friends with him. In addition, it was the Lantern Festival tonight, so there was a lot of traffic in front of the Xiao Mansion.
"May I know Young Master's name? Please sign the door slip first.”The servant in front of the door stopped Yang Zhao and politely smiled.
Yang Zhao picked up his pen and wrote the two words "Yang Zhao" on the red card.
"Yang Zhao? May I know what your official position is?"
The servant stared at the unfamiliar name and couldn't remember which noble young master it was. He didn't dare to be negligent and asked again.
"I don't have an official position yet.”Yang Zhao lightly replied.
"White body?"
The smile on the servant's face immediately disappeared and he sneered,"With my family's Duke's status, which one of those who came to congratulate him isn't a high official or a noble relative?”
Yang Zhao sneered and said nothing.
In this era, the social class was strict. There was an insurmountable gap between the aristocratic families and the poor families. It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens for a commoner from the poor family to make friends with the rich and powerful.
This manservant probably thought that Yang Zhao, a commoner, had come to congratulate his country's Duke on his birthday, nothing more than wanting to climb up the ladder and seek an official position, so he naturally wouldn't give him a good face.
"This is Tang Gong's new son-in-law, get out of the way!”
Zhangsun Wugou was angered and reprimanded him sternly.
"So you are the son-in-law of the Tang Public House. This lowly one has eyes but cannot see.”
When the servant learned of Yang Zhao's other identity, he immediately smiled, nodding and bowing in an extremely attentive manner.
After all, although Yang Zhao was the son-in-law of the Li family and didn't have much status, to these gatekeepers, he was a superior person who had crossed the dragon gate, so they naturally didn't dare to neglect him.
" It's so difficult for the Humble Class to rise up. How much resentment has accumulated below? It would be strange if the Great Sui Dynasty isn't in chaos…"
Yang Zhao sighed in his heart, but he didn't bother to argue with the servant and walked into the Public House.
The entire Public House was now filled with distinguished guests and was bustling with noise and excitement.
The Duke of Song, Xiao Yu, was sitting in the main hall. The guests who had come to congratulate him went forward one by one to offer their gifts.
"Du Sheng, the magistrate of Luoyang, offers a goblet of Golden Buddha.”
"Minister of the Supreme Court, Chen Fade, offers a Qilin Jade Cup.”
……
The singing continued. The guests who came were all dignitaries, and the gifts they presented were naturally priceless.
"Duke Tang's son-in-law, Yang Zhao, has come to congratulate you.”
At this moment, his name rang out in the hall. It was time for him to present his birthday gift.
Yang Zhao stared blankly for a moment before remembering that he was empty-handed and hadn't brought any congratulatory gifts.
"Oh no, I forgot to remind Yang Da to prepare a congratulatory gift. How can this be good ~~"
Zhangsun Wugou also came to a sudden realization. He had a look of self-reproach as he stomped his feet anxiously.
Yang Zhao smiled bitterly.
Zhangsun Wugou couldn't be blamed for this. Even if it was a birthday celebration in the future, he would still buy a birthday present. It was his own sudden decision to come here and his negligence.
Moreover, he was the son-in-law of the Li family. Although he did not have to worry about food and clothing, his monthly allowance was limited. Even if he wanted to prepare gifts, how could they compare to the jade and gold items prepared by other guests? He would only be laughed at if he took them out.
"Brother Yang, this is a piece of jade that my uncle gave me for my birthday last year. Although it's not very expensive, it's still worth some money.”
Zhangsun Wugou's reaction was also quick, and he hurriedly took off the jade pendant from his snowy neck and stuffed it into Yang Zhao's hand.
"How can that do? Take it back!"
Yang Zhao frowned and pushed her hand away.
"Just take it. There are so many people watching. If you go up empty-handed, won't you lose the Li family's face?”
Zhangsun Wugou was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he tried to persuade her in a low voice.
Yang Zhao's thoughts flew as he thought of a solution.
Suddenly, a confident smile flashed across his eyes. He straightened his clothes and walked through the crowd with his head held high, strolling into the hall.
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