Chapter 492
After hearing Uncle Fourteen's words, Long Yutian's little heart burst open with a thud.
Long Muchen, you are from my Long family, right? You are my uncle, you grew up with me, like brothers and sisters, right?
This guy who opened his eyes and turned to help is really amazing, and he even said, 'Don't be as knowledgeable as him? '
The third prince is very hurt~ I feel naked/naked/naked/ being ignored.
Long Muchen led them directly to his study room, when he pushed the door open, Long Yintian accidentally saw a very strange calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.
The framed one is very beautiful, it seems that Long Muchen attaches great importance to it.
"Uncle Fourteen, is that the town house talisman on your wall? Which master made it for you? I think the talisman drawn is very strange?"
Long Yintian asked curiously, but before he finished speaking, Qian Duoduo slapped him on the head fiercely with one paw.
"Duo'er, why are you beating me?" Long Yintian shrank his head innocently!
Qian Duoduo was so angry that she dragged Long Yintian's skirt and walked under the pair of calligraphy and painting, grinning and shouting: "Long Yintian, please open your little eyes and take a good look, this is not a ghost painting talisman, This is clearly the girl's calligraphy, and it's still a maiden work!"
Long Yintian thought he was wrong, rubbed his eyes hard, and stretched his head to look carefully.
Um. It is indeed a brush calligraphy, the left side is vigorous and powerful, and the three characters "Long Muchen" are written. Looking at the majestic brushwork, one can tell that it is written by Fourteen Books.
And the one on the right, the ink that I regard as the seal of a Taoist priest, needs to be studied.
That one, that one, all crooked, like a group of tadpoles with swollen faces after being beaten, uneven.
To say it is a ghost painting is to praise it.
If these tadpoles become sperm one day, they will cry and shout how they are so ugly, and they must be ashamed to go out to meet people.
Seeing Long Yintian's stunned look, Qian Duoduo stretched out her small arm and pointed to her maiden work: "Come on, little four, read to me. Qian Duoduo."
Long Yintian almost didn't bring it up, and coughed heavily: "Qian Duoduo. Are you sure you wrote your own name? Hehe, forgive my blind eyes, I really didn't recognize it."
"Cut, that's why I said, it's terrible to be uneducated. Of course, someone with a small nose and small eyes like you can't recognize it. This is called Kuangcao. Do you understand Kuangcao? This is a very artistic and visually impactful font. How does it feel."
(A certain great god Zhang Xu: Qian Duoduo, don't spoil the essence of our China. It's embarrassing to throw it into outer space.)
(Qian Duoduo: Push you back into the coffin with one hand~)
Long Muchen raised his head and glanced at the exquisitely framed brush calligraphy.
He held Qian Duoduo's hand and taught her to write it stroke by stroke, which was special and commemorative.
But what is more sad is that since the day when this brush calligraphy was hung on the wall.
The book boy who was dedicated to serving me in the study room, because he saw this calligraphy and painting every day, did not dare to laugh out loud, which caused his facial muscles to become stiff at the end, and a young and handsome little book boy was disfigured.
Since that day, this calligraphy and painting has become the treasure of the town house.
Guaranteed that thieves will be depressed if they read it, right? !
But Long Muchen looked more and more loving, thinking of the moment when he got close to her, pink bubbles popped out of his heart.