I Have A Seal Of Two Realms

It has to be said that Liu Qingyan is indeed a medical student. She knows the important points of the human body and is proficient in various techniques. After a massage, Lu Zheng felt comfortable and relaxed.

"Lu Lang~"

"Um?"

"That water-repelling bead is Lu Lang's betrothal gift to Qingyan. From today on, Qingyan is Lu Lang's... Wu——"

…

The next day, I felt refreshed and exhausted.

In the morning, Liu Qingyan got dressed first, then helped Lu Zheng get dressed and wash up, and then had breakfast at home before getting ready to go home.

"Lu Lang." Liu Qingyan took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Zheng, "I see that Lu Lang is absent from time to time on weekdays and nights, and Qingyan does not disturb Lu Lang's practice. There is Qingyan in this sachet. If Lu Lang misses Qingyan, he will hold the sachet and call Qingyan's name, and Qingyan will come."

"Okay." Lu Zheng took the sachet and put it in his arms with great care, then grabbed Liu Qingyan who was about to leave, "By the way, I have one more thing to pick up today, so don't go today. It’s time to go to the hospital, please accompany me to Qingshan Zhai first.”

"Qingshan Zhai?" Liu Qingyan was stunned, and immediately knew what was going on, her face bloomed, "Has Lu Lang finished writing?"

"Of course, go and see if you are satisfied." Lu Zheng said with a smile.

"Lu Lang's running script is well-proportioned and written freely. Of course it is very good." Liu Qingyan smiled, extremely happy that Lu Zheng took her matter to heart.

As he said this, Liu Qingyan did not leave obediently. Instead, she went out side by side with Lu Zheng and came to Qingshan Zhai in the south of the city.

"Master Lu is here!"

The shopkeeper of Qingshanzhai is a middle-aged man with a mustache named Zhu Yitang. He is a scholar and is known as the best in calligraphy and painting in Tonglin County. However, Qiu Wei failed many times and later opened a calligraphy and painting shop.

A few days ago, Lu Zheng sent him a piece of calligraphy for him to frame. The calligraphy was so smooth and smooth that he couldn't bear to see it. He insisted on Lu Zheng's money and just asked him to make a rubbing. Observe and learn from time to time.

What can Lu Zheng do? Of course I agreed to him.

For people who love calligraphy, if they can write a good calligraphy, they will naturally gain the other person's enthusiasm and respect, just like Lu Zheng did to Zhu Yitang.

"Have the words been framed?" Lu Zheng asked.

"It's framed. It's framed. I used silk from Liji Cloth Factory in the state capital and incense poinciana wood from Yaozhou. It was made by the master craftsman in the shop. It is guaranteed to be incorruptible for a hundred years and can be passed down from generation to generation." Zhu Yitang said hurriedly.

"Brother Zhu is attentive." Lu Zheng thanked him.

"It should be, it should be. If there is a slight negligence, wouldn't it be a shame for Brother Lu's masterpiece?" Zhu Yitang said with excitement, his eyes shining.

Lu Zheng smiled, thinking that it was not in vain that he had added a few rays of luck to his calligraphy. With his current calligraphy skills, even if he is not as good as Wang Xizhi, he is probably not far behind.

"Take a look." Lu Zheng said.

Then Zhu Yitang led the two of them into the back hall and came to a wooden plaque covered with linen.

"Please take a look!" Zhu Yitang said, and then reached out and pulled away the linen cloth on the wooden plaque.

This wooden plaque is eight feet square, and its outer frame is made of dark red poinciana wood. It is carved with various herbal medicines using a simple but fascinating technique. I can't say it is a masterpiece in the world, but it is also an excellent technique.

There is dark yellow silk as a frame in the wooden plaque frame, which is three inches around. At the end is the calligraphy sent by Lu Zheng in the center.

Doctors are kindhearted!

"I should have thought that this is for Renxintang." Zhu Yitang smiled and complimented Liu Qingyan, "Exquisite medical skills and compassion for others. They are indeed like doctors, and they complement each other!"

Liu Qingyan looked at the words and felt that the four words were freehand and erratic. She couldn't help but feel excited. Her eyes were filled with water and her lips were smiling like flowers. This performance was of course very satisfying.

"Brother Zhu, please ask someone to send it to Renxin Hall and hang it up today." Lu Zheng said.

"Okay!" Zhu Yitang greeted the two guys and asked them to carry the plaque to Renxin Hall.

Next, he invited the two of them to the front hall to serve tea, and then said to Lu Zheng, "Brother Lu, your calligraphy is like clouds flowing out of the sky, freehand and unparalleled. You really don't want to consign it to Zhu." How many?”

Liu Qingyan smiled slightly. From the meaning of Zhu Yitang's words, she knew that he had been rejected by Lu Zheng before.

Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I'm not short of money. If I don't make a living by selling letters, I'd better leave it to those who need it more."

"But without Brother Lu's book, wouldn't this world have lost a treasure?" Zhu Yitang said regretfully.

Good guy, we are a calligraphy and painting studio in Tonglin County, Yizhou Prefecture, Da Jingchao Lingbei Province, okay? I'm just a fool, but you have so much courage to just tell me about the world's treasures.

Lu Zheng just smiled and refused. Zhu Yitang knew that Lu Zheng had a house and a shop, and his life was indeed worry-free, so he could only sigh and stop persuading him.

After chatting with Zhu Yitang for a few more words in Qingshanzhai, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan said goodbye and left. Then they returned to Renxintang and found that the plaque had been hung up.

"Lu Lang." Mr. Liu greeted with a smile.

Lu Zheng licked his lips. He didn't know what to call him for a moment. Let's call him father-in-law. It seems that he and Liu Qingyan haven't gone through the process yet. Let's call him uncle Liu. He slept with his daughter last night.

Liu Qingyan pursed her lips and snickered, but seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zheng's face, she still whispered to save the situation, "Just call him Uncle Liu, we will be the same as before."

"Uncle Liu."

"Come on, come on." Old Zhang Liu didn't mind what Lu Zheng called him. He just pulled Lu Zheng to the calligraphy that had just been hung in the middle hall of Renxin Hall. "Did you write this?"

"yes!"

"What a great calligraphy! I never knew you, Lu Lang, had such good calligraphy skills."

"It's overrated. Isn't writing a basic skill for scholars?"

The two scholars next to him who happened to come to see a doctor and were admiring this calligraphy immediately turned around and looked at Lu Zheng with strange eyes.

Which college does this person belong to, and he would say such unworthy words? Do their teachers and classmates know? Didn't you hit him?

Those who can write to this level have almost the same meaning as those who are top scorers in high school and say, "Isn't it enough to be a civil servant if you have good skills?" They all deserve to die!

Lu Zheng glanced at the two scholars, ignored the resentment in their eyes, nodded and smiled.

The two scholars immediately put smiles on their faces, raised their hands together, and expressed their admiration.

…

One day passed, Lu Zheng went to Liu's house again for dinner, taught Hu Zhou the sword skills for half an hour, and then let him go.

At night, Lu Zheng sat alone on the bedside, thinking about it and struggling for a long time. Finally, he took out the sachet, held it in his hand, and softly called twice, "Qingyan - Qingyan -"

I'm just trying it to see if it works, nothing else.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

There was a knock on the door, and I had no sleep tonight.