After Shi Heqi led a group of playboys away, Long Junchen then looked at Yang Chunfeng with deep eyes and bright eyes. When the latter saw this gaze, he knew what Long Junchen meant. Following Long Junchen back to the study in silence. Long Junchen liked to write, and he liked to write since he was a child. He wrote very well, and it had nothing to do with Fengyue, but just wrote very well. At that time, Nanjiang and Beiliang were extremely respectful in front of him, as if he had regarded him as a teacher. From this, it can be seen that Long Junchen's attainments in calligraphy and painting were not ordinary. As his royal calligraphy boy, Yang Chunfeng only needed one look to know what Long Junchen wanted to do. He started his job loyally.

Long Junchen sat aside, put his hands on his knees, sat upright, closed his eyes and focused, and his whole body exuded a sense of justice that he shouldn't have at his age. Yang Chunfeng, who was standing beside him, began to work hard. Although he hadn't been to this bookstore in Long Mansion for several years, after all, the book boy for several years was really not something he could forget. He was a little unfamiliar at the beginning, but Yang Chunfeng slowly accelerated his movements.

Yang Chunfeng spread out the paper roll on the shiny long table, a piece of rice paper with a clear texture, took out the ink ingots and stone inkstone, poured water into the inkstone, rolled up the sleeves and raised his wrist and hung his fingers, grabbed the ink blocks and slowly grinded them in the inkstone. Soon the ink became thicker, and the fresh and plump ink was freshly released like a baked cake.

Everything in this room was like Long Junchen before he left, without any change. He had a good and complete pen, ink, paper and inkstone. When Long Junchen saw the ink grinding out, he held the pen next to him and waited, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. In front of his right hand, there were five or six brushes on the pen holder, all of which were of high-quality wolf hair.

The pen is a good pen, but the ink is a bad ink. I don’t know where Longlingtian got this thing from greed for a small price. The inferior ink has no fragrance but a little smell. However, Long Junchen didn’t care about these things. He wanted to write, but he just wanted to write very simply, although he hadn’t written it for a long time, or in other words, he hadn’t written words seriously with pen, ink, paper and inkstone for a long time.

When Long Junchen was a Dragon Walker, he always maintained the habit of practicing calligraphy when he had time. Even if there was no paper, ink, pen and inkstone beside him, there was only a dead branch or a long sword soaked in rain. Even with his feet, he would write on mud or bluestone slabs from time to time. Every stroke was the same as when writing on rice paper. When practicing calligraphy and quiet, he could always gather his impetuous thoughts through practicing calligraphy, which was the greatest benefit brought to him by practicing calligraphy.

The thick and thick ink slowly dragged it, sucking the ink until it was full of energy. Long Junchen stood shoulder to shoulder, quietly looking at the paper roll in front of him, lifting the pen out of the ink like a sharp knife, and falling into the paper like a blade entering the bone, and slightly moving the wrist, there was a vertical vertical on the paper. This vertical thick ink heavy hammer was like the eyebrow raised by a strong man with thick eyebrows. Long Junchen picked up the pen, stopped, turned his wrist, and finished it in one go, and the movements were smooth and coherent, without any dragging.

Yang Chunfeng was already crazy about watching it. He has been with Brother Long for so many years, and he learned it. Isn’t it the momentum he used to write the first stroke? Although he hasn’t seen it for a long time, Long Junchen just finished writing, he knew that Brother Long was still the same Brother Long!

Long Junchen wrote with all his attention, as if he was holding a knife and playing with a dragon and a phoenix among thousands of troops, or like a drunken drunk singing and wandering around the world. With the first touch of breaking paper, his brushstrokes and then goes down smoothly. Over the years, the words of writing have already penetrated into his bones and blood. There is no need to deliberately plan and operate, nor do you need to pay attention to where to leave blank space or where to make thick ink and color. He just needs to walk at will, just move as he wants, and then he can naturally walk on the scroll of paper.

As the pen tip gradually moved to the left, a breath of sprinkling and relaxedness emerged. The sleeves rolled up and wrote with all their hearts, the wolf's hair was written with all his will, and the words were completed with all the hearts of the people. When he looked up, Yang Chunfeng was already full of tears, and shed tears like a beauty. His teeth were biting his lower lip, and his thin lips kept trembling. He was like a beauty who had suffered so much grievance. The line of Long Junchen wrote a short poem: "The Great Lin bows his head, the Great Lin bows his head, the old pen and new ink, the word "stands" is broken by a huge hatred!"

After Long Junchen finished writing, he put the pen down. There was no expression on his face and his eyes were calm, which contrasted with the words that were so sad and passionate on the paper that could almost break the heart. I don’t know when, Yang Chunfeng was already in tears. He looked at the words on the words silently, not only felt that the calligraphy was crying blood, as if every word on it, the whole poem was telling a pain that penetrated the liver, a pain that could make people feel even more unknown when they were on the paper, like the pain of the bitter wind and rain, which could not be remembered or become a pain of the hymn.

After more than ten minutes, three people sat in the carriage outside the Long Mansion. Long Junchen, who had cleaned up his emotions, was unknown but could not stop her tears. Yang Chunfeng also had a look of spring breeze and peach blossoms on his face. He ignored Yang Chunfeng's Shi Heqi. The eldest son of the Shi family had sent all the playboys away. At this time, when he went to Zuichun Tower, there were only three of them.

?There are many brothels in the capital, and the environment is quiet and noble. Each building will have some red-card girls with plump bodies. Only the girl who Zuichun Tower is not the best in appearance, but her talent is first-class. The sound of the piano is the most attractive to Long Junchen and Yang Chunfeng. Shi Heqi naturally has to suffer some grievances and follow Long Junchen and Yang Chunfeng in arty manner. At that time, they can only copy a few lines of poetry to fool them. The three of them sat in a carriage and rushed to the gentle hometown of gold and silver.

?The madam Zuichun Tower was also a famous courtesan back then. In recent years, as the waters of Zijin Tower rose, the ship was too high to show up unless the distinguished guest was too lazy to show up. However, he hurriedly dressed up and went out to welcome Shi Heqi, the eldest son who could walk across the wealthy place like the capital. But they didn't know that among the people, the most stylish one was not the Shi Heqi who was usually domineering, but the only son of Longlingtian, the Long Lingtian of the capital city, Long Junchen!
Chapter completed!