Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

The pen walks the dragon and the snake, and the iron draws the silver hook.

The two couplets were completed in one go, with smooth flowing water between the lines, and clouds and smoke in the pen. It is said that seeing the words is like seeing people. Mu Feichi's calligraphy is the same as his own, with the strength and calmness of a soldier in a free and easy way, neither exaggerated nor ostentatious.

Compared with his flamboyant pen writing, the brush writing can better see his true temperament that is not accidentally revealed on weekdays.

Beside the desk, one person writes and the other stands silently.

Jin Lei stood by the side with his camera and took a picture of this pleasing scene. Xiao Jinglin turned his head and glanced at the photo he played back. The frozen scene was as beautiful as a dream.

After the two couplets were finished, Mu Feichi put down his brush and stood up straight. Mr. Xiao admired Mu Feichi's calligraphy and nodded appreciatively, "The writing is like a person, not bad!"

Without any adjectives or comments, six words are already the highest evaluation.

At their age, people's eyes are sharper and more precise than those of young people. His grandson-in-law is really good, and he is worthy of the daughter of their Xiao family.

When it was Yunxi's turn, everyone gathered around, watching her write expectantly one by two.

Most people have seen Mu Feichi's handwriting. He writes the couplets at the entrance of Mu's mansion every year. No one has seen Yunxi's brush calligraphy. Hearing her bicker with Mu Feichi, everyone is shocked at the moment. Whet my appetite.

"What are you doing in a daze, write! Hurry up, don't be cowardly." Seeing her holding a pen and standing still, Mu Feichi deliberately stretched out his hand to pull her to his place.

After rushing the ducks to the shelf, Yunxi gave him an angry look, stepped on him on purpose when she walked to the desk, and stood beside the desk as if nothing had happened, bent over to write.

Mu Feichi pulled his feet back, while reaching out to support her waist, in case she stumbled and fell when he retracted his feet.

Standing firm, she looked down at the couplet sentences she had chosen, and wrote them on the red paper stroke by stroke.

Holding a brush is already a thing in the last life. In order to please Mr. Han, she even went to learn calligraphy.

She can't handle the family background of the Yun family, but Mr. Jiang wholeheartedly raised her as a famous lady. Seeing words is like seeing people's deep-rooted thoughts. She has practiced calligraphy with both hands hard, and she is afraid that she will be looked down upon if she marries into the Han family in the future.

In order to match up with Han Yaotian, she worked hard to make herself better and better in those few years, but she didn't know what made her work so hard to become who she is today.

Speaking of love, the moment Han Yaotian and Qiao Ximin pushed her off the railing, it became the most ridiculous joke in the world.

In the end, it was her obsession that she shouldn't have, which completely woke her up from her delusional and paranoid feelings.

One after another, graceful and free-spirited brush characters fell on the red paper, not as elegant as a girl, but a little more masculine and domineering.

"Soft yet tough, blending movement with stillness, I didn't expect me to make a fool of myself in front of a master!"

Mu Fei Chizai looked back and forth at this couplet carefully, savoring each word carefully, his eyes darkened the more he looked at the back.

Listening to the sound of the piano and hearing the state of mind, seeing words is like seeing people, just a few words are enough for him to taste another meaning.

Putting away her pen and standing up, Yun Xi squinted her eyes and stared at her man with deep eyes. There was still a bit of hostility in her eyes that hadn't faded away, and she quickly cleaned it up properly.

"Don't bury me, you're the master, okay?" Turning sideways, she turned her head to look at Xiao Jinglin, who was admiring him, then turned her head and patted Mu Feichi's chest, "Young commander, my calligraphy, you Missed this year!"

Mu Feichi glanced at Xiao Jinglin, the two seemed to have maintained a tacit understanding, he wouldn't be so stupid as to rob his future father-in-law for such a thing.

Tilting his head, he whispered to her ear, and whispered: "You can exchange a pair of couplets for the rest of your life, I'm not losing money!"