When he thought of the scene that night, he felt a little hot in his body. He pulled the tie around his neck and got out of the car to take a breath.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw several young men stopped and looked straight in the direction of the mall.

Wei Canglin followed their gazes and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

That is a very beautiful woman.

Very beautiful.

She is tall and wearing a black dress. The style is very ordinary, but it outlines her figure perfectly.

A skirt priced at 200 to 300 yuan, it looks like it costs 200 to 300 yuan.

Her long hair was tied up behind her head with a crystal hairpin, and the row of old-fashioned bangs in front of her forehead were combed to both sides and permed into two wavy curls, which highlighted her skin.

It becomes even more radiant and white as snow.

"Who is that? She's so beautiful. Is she a celebrity?" a passerby whispered.

"If she becomes a star, she will definitely be more popular than the current popular celebrities and leading actresses. How can Ye Xiaoxiao, who has been so popular recently, compare to her?" Someone took out their mobile phones and started secretly taking photos.

When she got closer, Wei Canglin came back to his senses. He blushed a little and said, "Miss Xue, why do you suddenly want to go shopping?"

"My clothes were cut into pieces by the servants of the Wei family." Xue Dongli said calmly, without a trace of anger in his eyebrows.

Wei Canglin frowned, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

But he soon smiled and opened the car door for her like a gentleman.

When the car came to the outskirts of the city, Wei Canglin said: "This old gentleman has an extraordinary status. I can only see him because he has been feeling unwell recently and went to his villa in Tongguang City for vacation. He can't usually see him."

Xue Dongli has lived for such a long time and has met countless important people. He has even participated in many enthronement ceremonies. Naturally, he will not be excited and nervous because of an old gentleman with extraordinary status.

This villa is very low-key, but as soon as it gets closer, Xue Dongli notices several lines of sight.

There are so many hidden sentries surrounding the villa, and all of them are good players. It seems that this old gentleman is not only of high status, but also in danger.

Wei Canglin picked up the mask, and as soon as he put it on, he seemed to be a different person. His aura changed from gentle and humble to cold and fierce in an instant.

Putting on a dark windbreaker, he took Xue Dongli out of the car. The whistlers around him seemed to be shocked by his aura and became nervous.

"Mr. Pojun, welcome." A middle-aged man with a kind face greeted him.

"Butler Zhong, long time no see." Wei Canglin greeted.

"My master has been waiting for a long time. Please come over here."

The two entered the house. The decoration inside was antique, with various antiques on the shelves and several ancient landscape paintings hanging on the walls. It was very quaint.

An old man in Chinese tunic suit was practicing calligraphy. Wei Canglin whispered: "Mr. Huang doesn't like people to disturb him when he is writing."

Xue Dongli looked at it carefully and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, seeming to be a little unconcerned.

After writing the last stroke, the old man raised his head with sharp eyes: "This lady seems to have some objections to my handwriting?"

The tone was a little unhappy.

Wei Canglin immediately said: "Old sir..."

The old man raised his hand to stop him and said, "I don't want to hear what you have to say, let her say it."

Wei Canglin glanced at Xue Dongli worriedly. Mr. Huang had a bad temper to begin with. He had been suffering from illness over the years and his personality had become even more irritable. And Xue Dongli didn't understand calligraphy at all. If he angered him, I'm afraid...

Xue Dongli walked forward slowly and looked at the calligraphy, which read: Zhongzheng Xianghe.

Mr. Huang looked at her coldly. This girl looked very refined, but he had seen many such women. She had only a pair of beautiful faces, but she had an empty belly. She looked down on traditional culture such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and considered it outdated.

thing.

He has always looked down upon such people.

Xue Dongli just took a glance at it, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, these four words have lost their artistic conception."

Butler Zhong, who had been standing behind everyone, was startled and looked at Xue Dongli with a crazy look.

This girl must be mentally ill. Even if you want to flatter others, that's not what you do.

Does she know who his master is? How dare she talk to him like this?

Mr. Huang laughed angrily, and his impression of her became even worse.

Forget it if you don’t understand, just pretend!

Why did that boy Po Jun bring such an uneducated woman here?

He sneered and said: "Then tell me, why did you lose your artistic conception?"

"Seeing words is like seeing people." Xue Dongli said, "Although it says 'Zhongzheng Xianghe', the person who wrote it was worried too much and had an anxious personality. He couldn't follow the pen carefully and lost the original meaning of the words."

Mr. Huang frowned slightly and was a little surprised. He originally thought she was a straw beauty, but he didn't expect there was something in her stomach.

But he immediately thought that this woman must have put in some effort when she came to see him. She was probably just asking about his situation and memorizing some calligraphy knowledge.

So, he put down his pen and said, "Since you are so knowledgeable about calligraphy, why don't you write one?"

Xue Dongli also became interested, came to the desk and picked up the pen.

Mr. Huang scoffed, his posture for holding the pen was wrong, and he still dared to speak nonsense here.

Xue Dongli picked up the pen and suddenly remembered that a thousand years ago, in the Langya Wang family's mansion, the calligrapher was still a handsome young man. He looked at her in surprise and said: "Master, the way you write is so strange."

She said at the time: "This is my unique way of holding a pen. Once I pick up the pen, the pen is my heart, my heart is my pen, and my pen and my heart become one."

Fast forward one thousand seven hundred years.

Dip in ink, put pen to paper, move at will, and finish in one go.

Mr. Huang didn't think so at first, but when he saw those four words on the paper, his eyes widened.

"Zhongzhengpeace".

Although these are the same four words, they are completely different from what he wrote.

His calligraphy seems to be on point, but I always feel that something is wrong. However, her calligraphy is subtle, restrained, ethereal and smooth.

His words are like a restless person who wants to pursue tranquility but cannot find it; while Xue Dongli's words are like a clear spring water, with no distracting thoughts in his mind and no external objects in his body.

I don’t know how much higher the level is.

Mr. Huang was completely shocked.

A young girl can actually write such words!

This is a masterpiece!

"Little girl, I wonder who you studied under?" Mr. Huang asked, not daring to look down upon him.

Xue Dongli said lightly: "I just wrote it randomly."

Ever since Yanxia's writing tool changed from a knife to a pen, she has been writing with a brush. Over thousands of years, she has become a master of calligraphy no matter how stupid she is.

But Mr. Huang didn't believe it.
Chapter completed!