My uncle was so enthusiastic, and his mother also urged me to appreciate the unparalleled calligraphy of my child. As for my sister, she was diligent ink while blinking her big watery eyes at me, looking at me with expectant faces.

Let’s just let them appreciate the Changsun body today. This young master strode to the desk, knelt straight, pressed the white paper with paperweight, then picked up a pen, calmed down, thought for a moment, waved the pen, brushed it... Three or five efforts were made in one go.

I have to say that at this moment, my spirit reached its peak, and my writing was like a god. The amazing work of Changsun's calligraphy was finally born in the eighth year of Daye in the Sui Dynasty.

"..." My uncle's eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets. He stared at the shocking work of this young master who had not dried up. His ferocious expression was like a thug preparing to rob a bank deposit car, and his nose was almost gone.

What I wrote about is a few inspirational words I picked up in the room just now. "The tree you hug grows from the thin blades; the nine-story platform starts from the soil; a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step..."

But now the writing skills are even better than in the past. I believe that I can get seven or eight out of the charm of the Willow style on weekdays, but now I can get at least 90% of the words.

"...Wuji, how about I discuss with you?" My uncle finally regained his gentlemanly demeanor, looking at me with his eyes, but his hands were holding the white paper tightly, as if he was a drowning person holding the last straw.

"If my brother likes it, just take it. Wuji can write it now, and he will definitely write it better in the future. Right?" My mother chuckled, patted my hand, and looked at me.

"Since my uncle likes it, just take it." I nodded and smiled at my uncle. For me, my calligraphy works are so popular, and it is too late to be happy, let alone my uncle, a relative who is considerate to my family. Not to mention that I want this, I can write ten more pictures to give him one by one. But I am worried that writing too much will turn into a street-style product, which is really not beautiful, so I am too lazy to volunteer.

"So...hehe, I'm ashamed. I have no other hobbies in my life, but I love calligraphy and become crazy. Haha, okay, um, second mother, I'll go first for my brother to attend Yang Nayan's banquet today. I'll come to visit you later when I have time." After the uncle dried the paper, he carefully folded it up and put it in his sleeve. After saying hello, he hurried away.

"Who is Yang Nayan?" I asked the girl beside me with some curiosity. "This name is really strange."

"Uh... Brother, Yang Nayan refers to Yang Da's old uncle Yang. Nayan is an official name, which is the ancient Shizhong. Because he wanted to avoid the taboo of Emperor Wen's father Yang Zhong, he changed Shizhong to Nayan, not the name of Uncle Yang." The girl dragged her shoulders and said helplessly. "Brother, you are really, you have forgotten a lot."

"Nayan... No wonder Japan also has such an official name. It seems that it was also plagiarized." I couldn't help but suddenly realize that I heard of Nayan's official name when I was playing Japanese games in the past. Because this official name was a bit strange, I was particularly careful and could not imagine that the source was here.

"I didn't expect that my son could have such skills now. Your uncle has never praised others easily. When he saw you, he was so disobedient. Haha..." My mother called me over and sat down, patted my hand, with a look of pride and doting on her face. "Wuji, don't forget your uncle's advice, but for your own good, do you know?"

"Don't worry, mom, I know. For you and girls, I will work hard to do what I should do." I nodded to my mother, and I clenched my fists. In this time, space, and world, they are the people who are worthy of my protection so far. No matter what, I will work hard to do what I should do for them.

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"Young Master, this shop is the most expensive store in Luoyang City, our eastern capital." Not far from a store that looks extremely luxurious and luxurious in the North City, Li Yuanfang was pointing at the wide sign with the three official script characters "Jian Moxuan" written on it and whispering to me. "There are the best paper in Xuanzhou, and the best-quality and exquisite Hou Bi. Anyway, the younger one was told by my uncle. The best Songyan Mokan here is enough for ordinary people to eat, wear and spend for a year."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but take a breath. It seems that from ancient times to the present, people who sell daily consumer goods as luxury goods are not only the unscrupulous merchants in later generations, but also seem to be the Jianmoxuan, which I am about to set foot in, is the territory of the top unscrupulous merchants in this era.

"Young Master, what are we going to do?" Li Yuanfang looked at the shop and called out to the store, and said cautiously: "Just with the copper plate on his body, I'm afraid I can't afford even a piece of rice paper."

Who, do you think my son’s brain has fallen? You can come to a place where the shop second hand is holding a shiny big guillotine and staring at me. I really underestimate this young man.

With a big sleeve, the heroic spirit shook. "Yuan Fang, let you see how I killed them." This young master, who was full of confidence, strode high towards the black shop called Jianmoxuan.

After entering the shop, well, there are not many people. There are only a few small people wandering around this shop, and behind them are all accompanied by large and round-waisted servants. It can be seen from their clothes that are either rich or noble.

This young man has a good image, he is a handsome guy with a rate of at least 80% turning back on the streets and alleys. In addition, behind his butt, he is a tough and rude giant bodyguard with a rate of 100% turning back. Well, in a word, when I took Li Yuanfang into the store, almost all his eyes were cast.

The reaction was very good, and I slowly took out the red sandalwood light yellow silk fan from the fan bag on my waist. With four fingers moving, I heard a sound of silence, and the fan surface was completely extended, revealing the handwriting written on it.

I began to gently sway in front of my chest with a folding fan and slowly wandered around Jianmoxuan. My actions really attracted the customers, the staff and shopkeepers.

The store is not full of like a department store counter, but it is like an exhibition hall. Moreover, there are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of this store. I looked closer. One is Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection", while the other is Zhong Yao's "Declaration" and all of them are famous masterpieces with great statements. However, according to the perspective of my young master who has been in the ** Palace for nearly forty years (plus one in two lifetimes), after careful observation, I found that most of them are not genuine, and at most they are presented by a person with good writing skills.

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PS: Today, I would like to recommend a masterpiece "**Fantasy Girl" by a stunning Loli Princess who is light in voice, weak in body, and easy to defeat.
Chapter completed!