C93 Fu Sishu's Silk Parchment

While Fu Ting was recuperating, Ye Qingcheng started to teach Fu Xuanzhi and Fu Rongwu. According to the Pavilion's plan, the first step would be to strengthen the body. Every morning, he would lead the two of them to run in the village and so on. In the afternoon, the Church of the Mystic Seal, Ye Qingcheng, would swim in the water. Each of them had their own merits.

A few days later, Fu Rong's body was in good shape. He was jumping up and down as he ran over to give a set of punches. Fu Ting clapped his hands and said with a smile, "What a good show." Fu Rong was so angry that he pouted and ran away with a "hmph" sound.

"You taught them this?" Fu Ting shook a round palm-leaf fan as he raised his eyebrows and asked Ye Qingcheng, "I think they are selling dog skin plaster in the Pugilistic World. It is not proper martial arts."

"That is the entry level of martial arts. It is not a real fist technique. Of course it is boring to look at it." He pulled her to the stone table in the shade and sat down. With a charming expression, he said, "I want to ask for a favor from you."

"Oh?" Fu Tingzhi's expression remained the same. "It must not be a good thing that you and I are talking about this as well."

"Hehe." Ye Qingcheng forced a smile and pretended to bow: "Virtuous Brother Ting is the current number one scholar..."

"Pop!" The palm-leaf fan slammed on the stone table in front of him: "That manor lord is only a martial artist. He knows how to read and draw, so he ruined my reputation for nothing."

Ye Qingcheng picked up the fan and put it back in her hand: "The one asking for the ink-ink treasure is not Manor Lord Hu, but the manor lord's wife."

"If you have enough capital, then there is nothing you can't do. Big Brother is currently worrying about a batch of medicinal ingredients. The old military doctor said that it was a rich river. Mao County Medical Market on the other side of the river has yet to rest. We are planning to go and take a look tomorrow. " Fu Hua's voice came from behind the two of them. As he spoke, he had already walked to the table and sat down. "Pavilion's Jing'an Prefecture ended at the age of eight. The boss of the chess club bought two paintings for two hundred taels. At that time, my second brother had not made a name for himself. As of now, it's hard to say. "

Fu Zhizhi glanced at Ye Qingcheng and ignored him. He asked Fu Hua seriously, "Brother, do you lack medicinal ingredients? Is it important?"

"It's really important." Fu Hua straightened his face. "The Medicine Hut discovered that the medicinal herbs were all dug up by the old military doctor himself. Many of the precious and important herbs are severely lacking." He paused for a moment. "The fields have been harvested in the past few days. We didn't tell Ting Zhi that he had been ill for the past few days. The Great Zheng Cavalry has already set up camp in the Liu Prefecture. Every county and town has a garrison. "

"We are robbing, and the Great Zheng Army is also keeping an eye on this moment. The battle is about to start..." Ye Qingcheng continued:" It is indeed time to prepare the medicinal ingredients for the rescue. " He then stood up: "I will go and tell the manor lord that if he is willing to spend money to buy the ingredients... Pavilion Lord naturally left a few sets of ink for Madam. "

Fu Ting Zhi extended his hand to grab the hem of Ye Qingcheng's clothes and pulled it, "Sell me without taking a single cent?"

"Ting Zhizhi!" Fu Hua had already taken on the attitude of a senior brother. "A serious discussion cannot be mischievous."

Fu Ting Zhi naughtily stuck out his tongue, "Go on, go on, go on. However, they had agreed that there were only two pieces. In the future, there will be no more people begging for it." If it was in the past, he would never have gotten it. The first scholar taught Mo Bao. Those who ask for the calligraphy and painting must break through the threshold of Zhongyi House. Now, he lived under someone else's roof for the sake of the lives of his soldiers. Fu Ting Yes. Only then did he agree. "Hurry up and go."

A few moments later, Ye Qingcheng had two more scrolls in her hands: "Manor Lord has agreed. He said that he will spend the night crossing the river to Mao County. Tomorrow, he will wake up early and go to the medicine market. He will return before nightfall."

Fu Hua waved his sleeves and left. Fu Ting dragged Ye Qingcheng back to his room and closed the door, opening one of the scrolls, "You will be in charge of painting, and I will be in charge of the inscription."

"Ting Zhizhi is cheating." Ye Qingcheng's tone became extremely soft: "What's wrong with just painting one?"

"I can't draw it..." The pavilion leaned over to his ear and said: "No one knows anyway. The word is mine, so it can't be considered fake." He thought about it and coaxed him: "Qingcheng and I are the same person. You draw like I personally draw. I don't mind. "

The phrase 'Qingcheng and I are the same person' made Ye Qingcheng's heart beat faster. He didn't even have the time to think about whether it was appropriate or not. He just grinded the ink and started drawing. At a young age, he got a bamboo brush. "Alright, let's stop with the words' Pavilion '."

"Qingcheng is quite good at drawing bamboo." He sincerely praised her, "I have to think of a good one to be worthy of this Bamboo Smoke Billow Moon." After thinking for a moment, she picked up her pen and wrote: Deep in the Bamboo Dock, Chan Luan circled around the green. The summer wind turns into a dance band, and the cold moon helps the loneliness. Guests go to the empty land, poetry comes and goes to pick the patterns. After reading the name Fu Si, he took out a small stamp from his luggage and pressed it down.

He then unfolded another scroll and seriously sat down. With the help of the strong summer light, he wrote down the Fu Clan's small seal script that Fu Huaishan had wholeheartedly taught him in his previous life.

After about an hour, he finished writing and also printed a chapter: "It's done. When the ink is dry, you can take it away."

Ye Qingcheng read each word on the table, but he still couldn't stop praising: "As expected of the current number one scholar, Ting Zhi. This piece of art is full of talents and is full of wonders. The ancient style of the book was even more magnificent, but there was a bit of relaxation hidden within it. Observing it makes one feel as if one's mind is being shaken."

Pointing at a certain place, he said, "Especially this sentence, 'it is either hanging low in the frost dew or shaking the wind and smoke.' " It was a beautiful book with a pavilion on it, and it was absolutely impossible to find another comparable scripture in the present world."

The pavilion owner was naturally happy in his heart when he obtained the overflowing beauty of the pavilion. He continued to be modest. "My father, Fu Shen, is the top scholar of the Emperor Wen. His poems and poems are far above the pavilion."

"That's right, that's right." Ye Qingcheng quickly expressed his agreement: "It is precisely because of Uncle Fu's brilliant father that the number one genius in front of me is the pavilion's top scholar. How can I, the Twelve Young Masters of Qingcheng, be close to you now? Truly a blessing in three lifetimes..."

"Slap! His head was hit. "It's good that you know. You have to treat me better in the future, hmph!" He proudly slapped his nose and put his hands behind his back, pretending to be watching the scenery by the window. He hid his smiling face.