Just four lines of pen and ink made Shengzi open her eyes wide and carefully comprehend the deep meaning.

In the blink of an eye, several breaths of time passed.

Sheng Zi was still murmuring the sentence "Every knight on the road must present his sword, but if he is not a talented man, he should not present his poems."

"When you meet a knight on the road, you should offer your sword. Don't recite poems to those without talent."

These four sentences seem to be full of philosophy of life, mixed with extremely romantic and free and easy chivalrous feelings.

Ling, who was already good at martial arts and naturally free and easy, particularly liked her.

"When I saw these four sentences in the article today, it was a worthwhile trip."

Sheng Zi's eyes were clear, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful in her heart: "I don't know which classic this wise saying came from. It's my regret that I only saw it today."

"When Lu Jing wrote these four lines, it also means that his state of mind was roughly the same.

There is a sense of freedom and ease in the rationality, and there is also a sense of respect for the virtuous knights."

"And this handwriting is also extremely extraordinary..."

As Shengzi's thoughts surged, she saw the plate of green vegetables placed on the table.

The pens and paper used to practice calligraphy are also very cheap.

"I don't know how long this writing brush has been used. The barrel of the writing brush has faded, turned white, and is slightly bent. The writing brush used for calligraphy is not river silk paper from Beiluo Road, nor is it even Liu Xuan paper. It is just the straw paper used by ordinary people for reading.

"

"And that plate of vegetables..."

Sheng Zi sighed in her heart, this paper, pen, and vegetables wouldn't be anything special if put to ordinary people.

But this is the Jiuhu Lu Mansion, and the biological father of the young man in front of him is Lu Shenyuan, the general of Shenxiao who was famous when he was young and was known as the first storm in Jiuhu.

With these identities in the background, Sheng Zi finally understood how difficult Lu Jing's situation was.

"Miss Sheng...Miss Shengzi?"

"Sister Sheng!"

Lu Jing and Lu Yi's soft calls brought Sheng Zi back to her senses.

Lu Jing and him remained calm.

Lu Yi was a little confused.

Sister Sheng... what's going on?

"I'm confused."

The grand appearance is very natural, without any embarrassment.

She turned her head and stared into Lu Jing's eyes, and suddenly smiled and said: "I saw these four lines of article today and I just liked it.

I hope I can ask Mr. Jing for this piece of writing, and it would be best if I could ask him to indicate the source. I will definitely be rewarded for my graceful appearance."

With a graceful appearance, he asked for this piece of papyrus.

Lu Jing was in trouble.

"Indicate the source? Is there a "Zengguang Xianwen" in this world?"

Seeing Lu Jing's hesitation, Lu Yi was speechless: "Lu Jing, it's just a piece of paper. Are you still reluctant to part with it? If you are reluctant to part with it, I have some fine river silk paper..."

Lu Yi's originally arrogant words suddenly became less and less confident as he spoke, and his voice gradually became quieter.

Because at some point, Lu Jing had turned his head slightly, his expression did not change at all, he just stared into Lu Yi's eyes.

At this moment, Lu Yi didn't know why, but he could no longer maintain the arrogance, arrogance and aggressiveness that came from a young girl.

Her voice became smaller and smaller until she finished speaking and lowered her head.

Lu Jing smiled and said to Sheng Zi beside him: "It's not that he is reluctant to part with a piece of papyrus... it's just the source..."

When he said this, he shook his head slightly, picked up the brush next to him, and carefully dipped it in ink.

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