Martial Sage

"Xi Zhi can tolerate the care of the auditing adults, and I am grateful."

Wang Xizhi's voice was faintly excited, with a hint of trembling.

Tang Hao looked at the scroll floating in the sky, his eyes flickering.

"You don't have to, brother Xi's calligraphy is super sacred, can I take one or two and put it at home to observe and observe."

Wang Xizhi said respectfully: "The reviewer does not have to be polite, as long as I take it, I only have to ask for a moment, can I reincarnate to the next generations of calligraphy everyone."

"It's easy to talk."

While talking, Tang Hao ordered reincarnation to Yan Zhenqing.

"Congratulations to the host reincarnation Wang Xizhi for his success."

Looking at the missing scroll in his hand, Tang Hao was stunned.

"This...today this...no gain?"

When I was disappointed, my mind buzzed.

A strange force suddenly added to him, and his own thinking became clearer without realizing it.

Gradually, a picture in my mind gradually became clear.

Next to a piece of ink pond, a scribe with a disheveled hair, holding a pen in his hand, arbitrarily writes free and easy inscriptions on a blank space. The place where the pen and ink pass is like a cloud of smoke.

A section of large characters in kai-typed paragraphs appeared in front of you, and each character seemed to have a soul, telling the life of Wang Xizhi...

"call"

Tang Hao slowly exhaled, his expression gradually calmed down, and he sighed in his heart.

"It turns out that the exquisiteness of this calligraphy is as great as martial arts, profound and vast."

Tang Hao was inspired by this reckless and invigorating feeling, and he wished he could write something hard at this time.

Suddenly, he came to the gate of Song Mansion and sent Song Ruoxin back.

The ecstatic Tang Hao returned home in the afternoon. He was bored in the wing. He didn't come out until the servant came and shouted for the meal. He did not sleep until he ran out of rice paper in the wing before lying down.

Early the next morning, Tang Hao went out early to buy a few rolls of paper for writing. He happened to meet Song Ruoxin who was visiting on the way. Unexpectedly, Song Ruoxin had a deep study of calligraphy, so he and Tang Hao replaced wine with tea. The words are the title, and we talked very happily.

Unknowingly it was almost noon, Tang Hao was afraid that the evil young man of yesterday would make trouble again, so he resolutely sent Song Ruoxin home again.

The horse-drawn carriage slowly passed by with the two of them, and suddenly, gongs and drums were in the ears, and firecrackers sounded in unison.

"Oh! What are so many people doing?"

Song Ruoxin, who was sitting on the horse, lifted the tassels on the carriage with a delicate hand and exclaimed.

Following this surprised voice, Tang Hao also followed Song Ruoxin's gaze.

Not far away, Yu's Mansion was decorated with lights and festoons, and there were many guests at the door, and it looked like it was handling major events.

Tang Hao also had a hint of doubt, frowning and looking at Song Ruoxin immediately.

"Do you know why Yu Mansion is so lively today?"

"Looking at the 囍 on the door, is it a birthday? Or is it a new baby?"

Song Ruoxin suddenly remembered.

"President Tang, I heard my father say that the second son of Yu Mansion married a wife today. I almost forgot about this."

"Yu Mansion is a family of literary and ink paintings, and nowadays, Yu Gong's calligraphy skills are among the best in the Tang Dynasty. Would you like to go check it out, Tang Gongzi?"

Tang Hao only remembered that yesterday he heard from the maid that Li Jing was greedy for a few more glasses yesterday, and was caught in the wind.

"good."

Tang Hao took Wu Hao to the gate of the mansion and looked at the mansion, trying to figure out what the happy event was. Song Ruoxin also sorted out his clothes after the horse, ready to enter the mansion.

The housekeeper saw Tang Hao looking inside and stopped Tang Hao in a polite manner.

"I don't know the name of the son, please come here to sign a post first."

After speaking, he made a please gesture.

Tang Haofu wrote his name on the table where he paid the money.

Tang Hao?

The two families at the table looked at each other and shook their heads. They couldn't remember which family Tang Hao was.

"Dare to ask the son of your family? What job is it now?"

"White body."

Jia Ding put away his Qianqian smile, and turned cold.

"Do you know that the people from Yu Mansion today are all high-ranking officials, white bodies? Where can a white body attend this wedding banquet? Excuse me, please go back."

Tang Hao glanced at Jia Ding, who turned his face faster than a book in front of him, and sneered.

In this era, despite the openness of the folk customs, the division of the family has long been entrenched, and there is an insurmountable gap between the poor family and the noble family.

The Ding Ding in front of him thinks he is here to get involved in this conference, climbing the power and making wealth, fortunately, in the future, he will find a position for himself.

At this time, the neatly dressed Song Ruoxin walked to Tang Hao's side, and when Jia Ding stopped him, he yelled.

"Presumptuous! He is the son-in-law of Li Jing's mansion. You, a little family, dare to stop him. Who gives you the courage?"

"Quickly get out of the way."

Jia Ding's face changed suddenly, Song Ruoxin knew about it, and since Song Ruoxin had said, then the identity of this young man must be true.

Immediately he bowed his hands and bowed his body ninety degrees, repeatedly apologizing.

"The little one has eyes but no pearls, and I also ask Prince Tang to forgive me. Please here, please from the two inside."

Speaking very respectfully, let go.

Tang Hao didn't care about this Ding, and went straight into Yu Mansion.

Today's Yu Mansion Gao Peng is full of seats, and it is very lively.

Everyone was sitting on both sides of the hall, wearing festive costumes, and all smiled openly.

Above the hall, the southern end of Yongxing Gongyu sat on the hall, smiling and twisting his beard, with a happy expression.

There was an endless stream of people coming to give gifts in the hall.

"Luoyang ordered Du Shengcheng to offer a golden Buddha."

"Dali Temple Qing Chen Fade presented a Tiger Jade Cup."

"Zongzheng Temple Qing Yang Mingqing presented a jadeite plate."

...

It is said that all guests are noble families, and the things they send are invaluable.

"Tang Hao, son-in-law of Li Fuxian, come to celebrate."

At this moment, the manager of Yufu's family said Tang Hao's name, and it was time for Tang Hao to go and give gifts.

Hearing this shout, Tang Hao was taken aback! I just passed by, empty-handed, and forgot to bring a gift.

Song Ruoxin, who was standing beside him, also let out a soft cry.

"Oops, I forgot to remind you to bring a gift, how can this be good."

Remember to stamp your feet straight when you speak.

Tang Hao gave a wry smile.

He also knew that Song Ruoxin couldn't blame Song Ruoxin for this. The two of them had joined in the fun to find the Patriarch of Song Mansion, but they didn't expect to catch up with this one.

Looking at Tang Hao, who was empty, Song Ruoxin rolled his eyes and took off a jade bracelet from his wrist.

"Master Tang, take this bracelet as a gift."

Seeing that this was Song Ruoxin's personal belongings, Tang Hao quickly declined.

"How can this work? You take it back quickly, this is absolutely not the case."

Song Ruoxin's anxious forehead faintly oozes fine sweat, and said: "You... you just accept it first."

Tang Hao's thoughts turned sharply, and after a while, a confidence flooded his face.

"No, I have my own way."

After all, strode towards the center of the hall.

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