If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

While Lu Jiang was speaking, his spirit suddenly became heavy. He was in the Qi and blood realm, and the arrogant Qi and blood rose from his body, fell in the Qingliu Pavilion, and pressed towards Lu Jing.

Lu Jing didn't seem to notice it, he was still sitting on the stone bench with calm eyes.

"You don't need to worry about the fifth cousin." Lu Jing said: "Just trouble the fifth cousin not to attract unfamiliar people into the house in the future, otherwise the cousin's anger will only increase.

Just like that Mr. Xuehu... I wonder if my cousin is still running horses with Mr. Xuehu recently? "

At this point in Lu Jing's words, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression became a little clearer: "I forgot that my cousin's horse is already dead."

Lu Jiang's breath suddenly stagnated, and immediately he couldn't bear the disgust in his eyes any longer.

He sneered: "Lu Jing, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"Okay." Ning Qiang suddenly interrupted Lu Jiang's words, "Lu Jiang, Lu Jing is your cousin, although I don't know what old grievances there are between you, but I shouldn't bring them to Qingliu Pavilion.

Because in this Qingliu Pavilion today, besides my cousin and me, there are other guests.

If you are so aggressive today, wouldn't it be a joke for Lian Dong? "

Lu Qiong also frowned, nodded and said: "My cousin is right. I don't want to pay any attention to Lu Jiang's grievances, so you can talk in private, don't disturb my interest."

Lu Jiang's expression became more and more gloomy. He stared at Lu Jing for two or three breaths... Then the gloomy look on his face suddenly disappeared, and a smile appeared instead.

"Cousin, cousin, I was just joking with Lu Jing. There is nothing serious between me and Lu Jing. Presumably after today, Lu Jing will know that he is wrong and shouldn't talk to my cousin like this."

Lu Jiang meant something.

Lu Jing looked calm, as if he didn't hear the hidden threat in Lu Jiang's words.

Ning Qiang was probably trying to ease the atmosphere here, so she took the initiative to say to Lu Jing, "Lu Jing, just now Lu Jiang praised you, saying that your handwriting is excellent, why don't you write a few words and let us see?"

Lu Qiong also clapped his palms and said with a smile: "When my father was young, he could write in pine and cypress cursive script very well, just like his martial arts, fierce and sharp, and like a storm coming, even in Taixuanjing. It is famous, and many nobles come to ask for words.

I didn't expect you, Lu Jing, to have practiced good handwriting. Come on, let's see. "

Lin Rendong, who had been watching the changes in the pavilion with cold eyes, but said nothing, unexpectedly also said: "Master Jing, my father also loves calligraphy very much, and often looks for some masters' brushes and inks. .

If Master Jing can spare no expense in pen and ink, Liandong also wants to have a look at the bones of Master Jing's pen. "

Lu Jiang, whose complexion returned to normal, also smiled and said, "Young pen and ink are the rarest thing, Lu Jing, since you have already shown your sharpness, how can you refuse?

The edge has been exposed, and it will be difficult to take it back. "

The masters in Qingliu Pavilion all persuaded in this way, and the maidservants beside them exchanged looks with interest.

Among the maids present, except for the two maids who serve wine, the other maids are all girls who have been trained by the wealthy family since they were young. Although they are not proficient in everything, they can be regarded as knowing one or two.

Even Qing Yue, a girl who was not valued since she was a child, followed Lu Jing and was taught by Lu Jing's mother to learn to read together, not to mention girls like Xi Qiu and Xue Liu.

As time goes by, they are naturally also very interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Many eyes fell on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing inadvertently glanced at the depths of Lu Jiang's eyes, revealing contempt and indifference.

"This Lu Jiang probably thinks that I am only sixteen or seventeen years old, so what kind of brush and ink can I master?"

Lu Jing smiled in his heart.

"The reason why I came to Qingliu Pavilion is to report my grievances directly, to annoy Lu Jiang, who wants to embarrass me many times today, and make him illogical."

His thoughts were magnanimous, and he knew his purpose of coming here, so he nodded slightly under the eyes of everyone.

"Since that's the case, it would be rude for Lu Jing to evade."

"Ning'an, prepare your pen and ink." Ning Qiang immediately greeted the maid behind her.

Ning An was Ning Qiang's maid, and when she heard her young lady's words, she quickly brought over the pen and ink that Qiqiu had prepared.

There are two accompanying maids to clear away the sundries on the stone table.

Qingyue stepped forward to unfold the paper and rub the ink.

There is also a lot of expectation in her clear eyes, coupled with the extraordinarily plain dress, it further highlights her elegance.

Lu Jiang looked at Qingyue thoughtfully.

Lu Qiong also showed appreciation in her eyes, watching Qingyue prepare these.

The eyes of Lu Jiang and Lu Qiong are also different.

Lu Jiang was deep in thought, trying to suppress something in his eyes.

Lu Qiong was frank and frank, as if he was just admiring beautiful things.

"Master, the ink is finished." Qing Yue whispered softly, and retreated behind Lu Jing.

Lu Jing stepped forward and wrote.

At this moment, a crimson light flashed in Lu Jing's mind, and the [Diligence and Hard Work] fate was triggered, making Lu Jing instantly focus.

His demeanor has also become more and more impressive, making the eyes of many people present brighten up.

"While writing, look up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree before the wind."

Lin Rendong stroked his silver hair, and suddenly remembered such a poem, and thought it was very appropriate to describe Lu Jing at this time.

Lu Jing wrote, but never finished.

He thought for a while, looked at Ning Qiang, and said, "Cousin, you are a famous talented woman in southern Jiangsu, why don't you write a poem?"

Ning Qiang just said that she didn't want to write any more poems today, but she seems to have forgotten what she said just now.

She nodded slightly, thought carefully for a long time, and finally groaned to herself...

"A piece of flowers fly away, and the spring is reduced. In the past, there was still a leisurely courtyard."

I don't know what Ning Qiang thought of, her tone was low, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, as she chanted in a low voice.

Lu Jing frowned, but he also wrote!

When the pen and ink are dyed on the paper, with a single stroke, the words are like a swordsman drawing a sword, with a moving look, and the gyrations advance and retreat, which is all right!

The expressions of everyone who was watching Lu Jing's writing around the stone table also changed!

Ning Qiang was also moved, but she continued to chant: "The rain is blowing and the wind is raging, but the grass is so far away."

Lu Jing frowned more and more, and continued to write.

At this moment, several maidservants opened their eyes wide, and Lu Qiong only felt that the cursive script was smooth and flowing, and the strokes were swift and ups and downs.

The original indifference in Lu Jiang's eyes also quietly disappeared without a trace, replaced by more and more gloomy.

It's just that everyone's attention was focused on Lu Jing's words, and even Ning Qiang's excellent words were taken away from the glory. Naturally, no one noticed Lu Jiang's eyes!

"My eyes are full of sorrow and sorrow, no matter where the tall buildings are, I can see the South Bank of Jiangsu.

Leaning on the railing alone and staring at it for a long time.

The mountains are infinite in the shadow of the setting sun. "

After Ning Qiang chanted, Lu Jing also finished his pen, stood tall, and seemed to be in high spirits, but his brows were still slightly frowned, and he didn't know what to think about.

Look at Lu Jing's words...

Most of the people present are fond of Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, so they naturally know that the writing is excellent.

The pen and ink are expressive but not exaggerated, like a dragon and a snake racing, sonorous and powerful.

Lin Rendong at the side knows the way of calligraphy best, and he couldn't help but praise: "This character...is strong but the calligraphy and painting are thin, like a frosty forest without leaves, and the waterfalls are flying..."

"Good, good, great!"

There are three good words in succession, and the appreciation is self-evident.

Lu Jiang was silent.

It suddenly occurred to her that this girl Lonicera seemed approachable, but in fact she was proud, and she hadn't spoken a single word to him today.