Chapter 396

"Xiao Chu, this gift is too expensive for me to accept."

After a long time, Mr. Yuan gritted his teeth and rolled up the calligraphy. When he reached out to Chu Lingfeng, his head turned to one side, obviously afraid that his eyes would change his mind.

"Mr. Yuan, why can't you accept it?" Seeing the old man's appearance, Chu Lingfeng couldn't help laughing. It turns out that the old man is also a wonderful man.

"It's too expensive. You'd better take it back." The old man didn't look back and said, "as long as you tell me who made it."

"Mr. Yuan, if you put this note away, I'll tell you who wrote it."

Chu Lingfeng laughs. Originally, he felt a little distressed when he sent out his own painting, but seeing that the old man knows so much about goods, Chu Lingfeng also felt that he was giving it to the right person.

"Well, I'll take it first, you say." The old man recognized the meaning of ridicule in Chu Ling Feng's words, and was not angry. He put the scroll back on the table.

Chu Lingfeng arched his hand at the old man seriously and said: "Mr. Yuan, it's just not talented. I wrote this word myself!"

"What?"

As soon as Chu Lingfeng said this, there were several shouts of surprise, including Yuan Gang and Yuan Lang.

After hearing Chu Lingfeng say that this calligraphy was written by him, a thought appeared in several people's hearts at the same time, that is, Chu Lingfeng spoke wildly.

"Xiao Chu, are you kidding me with the old man?" The old man's eyes fixed on Chu Lingfeng. The old man, who was originally amiable, seemed to become a powerful general on the battlefield.

"Ling Feng, are you crazy? If you can write it, I'll eat it Yuan Lang couldn't help but put in a word. In front of the old man, Chu Lingfeng dared to tell such a lie.

"Old man, do you think I can tell a lie that can be exposed so easily?" Chu Lingfeng replied to Mr. Yuan with a smile, then turned his head to Mr. Yuan Lang and said with a smile, "Mr. Yuan, this is what you said. If I want to write it out, do you really eat it?"

Hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Yuan Lang suddenly felt a burst of emptiness in his heart, because in his impression, Chu Lingfeng didn't seem to have done anything out of line, whether it was military or medical, he was top-notch.

So in the face of Chu Lingfeng this evil, Yuan Lang for a time really did not dare to say full, if Chu Lingfeng can write out, then his own joy will be greatly.

"Xiao Chu, if you can write it, I'll let Xiao Lang eat it!"

Just as Yuan Lang hesitated, the old man sitting there suddenly said, "if you want to be a man, you have to eat a piece of paper? Can you still poison your son? "

"Grandfather..." the hand played by Mr. Yuan can be said to be perfect. In a word, he gave his own grandson to the pit, but yuan Lang was unable to resist, so he had to be submissive.

The old man glared at Yuan Lang and said, "it's settled. Yuan Lang, I have ink, paper and inkstone in my study. You go and take them out."

The old man is absolutely indisputable at home. Even if yuan Lang is no longer reconciled in his heart, he does not dare to confront him face to face. Now, like a wronged daughter-in-law, he goes to the house to get things.

"Boy, if you really wrote that picture, which version did you copy?" Yuan Gang looked at Chu Lingfeng and asked with a smile.

"Old man, what I copied is the Dragon version. You should know that I have a relationship with master Zenghua, so I was lucky to have seen this original painting."

Said here, Chu Lingfeng pause, continue to say: "but wait for writing, I also joined some of their own strokes, and dragon version is not completely similar, there are still some differences."

However, only Chu Lingfeng knew that this preface to the Orchid Pavilion collection was actually written by Wang Xizhi after his own imitation, and his own is the real work.

"Well, you're right. The preface to Orchid Pavilion of the Dragon version is far less subtle than your one!"

After hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Mr. Yuan nodded. He had placed the painting in the Palace Museum for several months and copied it day by day, so he was very familiar with it.

Because of Chu Lingfeng's self-confidence, Mr. Yuan almost agreed that the word was written by Chu Lingfeng, because this lie is too easy to expose, so the meaning of lying is not very big.

"Here you are, sir." While several people were talking, Yuan Lang had already taken out all the ink, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the long square table, and then ran to the yard to pick up a small bowl of water and put it beside the inkstone.

"Ah, Lao yuan, let me study ink by myself." Seeing that Yuan Lang was ready to help him study ink, Chu Lingfeng quickly stopped him.

"Xiao Chu, you don't have to worry, old man, I'll do it!" When Chu Lingfeng stopped yuan Lang, Mr. Yuan suddenly stood up and said to Chu Lingfeng.

"Mr. Yuan, I can't afford it. I can't afford it." Chu Lingfeng was stunned. With Mr. Yuan's qualifications and status in China, I'm afraid that the man lying in the crystal coffin is qualified to let him study ink by himself?

"No, Xiao Chu, your words are worthy." Mr. Yuan shook his head, let yuan Lang to one side, seriously to Chu Lingfeng research ink.

To tell you the truth, before Chu Lingfeng finished writing, Yuan Gang still didn't believe that the character was written by Chu Lingfeng, because the calligraphy was the best character Yuan Gang had ever seen. It shouldn't have come from such a young man.

Although Chu Lingfeng has brought him a lot of surprises, Yuan Gang still subconsciously thinks that a person can't be so versatile, so he also subconsciously doesn't believe Chu Lingfeng very much.

"In that case, I'd better write the preface to Lanting." Chu Lingfeng first pressed rice paper with Paperweight, then picked up Langhao pen and dipped it in inkstone. Without hesitation, he wrote directly.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing that Chu Lingfeng had just written the first few lines, people looked straight. Without waiting for Chu Lingfeng to finish writing, they could confirm that Chu Lingfeng had written the previous calligraphy.

More than three hundred words, in the case of Chu Lingfeng's flying pen, which is just a few minutes of effort, after finishing the last word, Chu Lingfeng easily fell on his own name, but this time he did not copy Wang Xizhi's signature.