Chapter 744 My Handwriting Is As Beautiful As My Face

Seeing this painting, and then looking at Yang Qingyin's blushing face, Luo Ziling smiled and pointed at the person in the words: "Is this you? It looks quite similar, but this man's painting doesn't look like me at all. You made me ugly, I should be more graceful and handsome than this person."

"It wasn't you in the first place!" Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling, "Don't draw your ugly appearance!"

"Am I ugly?" Luo Ziling pointed to his face, and said to Yang Qingyin seriously: "Look carefully, when I went out and looked in the mirror just now, I found that I was so handsome today, I must have made people on the street men are very stressed out and feed the eyes of those women."

He immediately asked Ye Xiaoli: "Xiaoli, do you think I'm handsome? Don't accept Qingyin's threat, tell the truth."

Luo Ziling's words amused Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli who stood aside as light bulbs.

"I've never seen a man as thick-skinned as you." Yang Qingyin shaved her face and looked at Luo Ziling with disdain.

"Are you thick?" Luo Ziling pinched his own cheeks, then stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Qingyin, and finally nodded: "It is indeed a little thicker than yours, but I think my cheeks are still quite tender. Definitely not thick."

Luo Ziling pinched her cheeks in front of Ye Xiaoli, Yang Qingyin blushed, kicked Luo Ziling resentfully, and said angrily, "Don't bully me, enjoy the painting."

"I will come to see it often in the future." Luo Ziling looked at this very freehand landscape painting seriously, and couldn't help but praise again: "Senior sister, your painting level is too high, can you draw one for me? ! Or, you draw pictures, I write inscriptions, and we cooperate?"

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with dissatisfaction: "Hmph, do you think my handwriting is ugly?"

"Not ugly, at least as good-looking as my face," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin's inscription on the painting, "it's really appropriate to describe the two of us with words like our own people!"

Yang Qingyin blushed, and Ye Xiaoli's blushed too. Their blushing was largely due to Luo Ziling's self-praise and embarrassment. I had never seen a man who dared to be so cheeky in front of them.

"It's so disgusting that I want to spit out my breakfast." Yang Qingyin made a retching motion, "I admit that you look a little handsome, but don't talk about your self-promotion all day long!"

"It's just a few self-proclaimed words from time to time. It's a bit exaggerated to talk about it all day long." After saying a few jokes, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin again: "Are you willing to help me paint?"

"No!" Yang Qingyin looked sly.

"Unless you write me the adverb first, the word in the room."

"Hey, I agree to this request without hesitation," Luo Ziling said, and then said with a mysterious face: "Actually, if you help me paint, the painting will still hang in your place. Are we a family?"

"Who is in your family?" Luo Ziling kept talking nonsense like this, regardless of the embarrassed Ye Xiaoli by his side. Yang Qingyin became a little annoyed, "You're really thick-skinned."

"Okay, then when I'm in a good mood, I'll write you an adverb, and I'll bring out my best state." Luo Ziling said, raising his arms and shouting, "Hurry up and prepare pen and ink for me."

Seeing Luo Ziling's appearance, Yang Qingyin couldn't help giggling.

"Yes, Young Master Luo, I'm going to prepare for you." Yang Qingyin imitated the ancients and gave a blessing. After standing up, he stretched out his hand and kicked Luo Ziling again. "You annoying guy, you know how to play tricks."

Ye Xiaoli, who was standing on the side, quickly took this opportunity to sneak out of the room, and went to prepare things for them first.

Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling didn't avoid her, and openly showed their emotions in front of her. While Ye Xiaoli was happy for them, she also felt a little embarrassed. She was also thinking that both of them dared to do this in front of her, what would happen to them if she was not there.

Of course, she also sincerely hopes that the two can finally get together. They are a perfect match for a handsome man and a beautiful woman. No one can describe them better than them.

Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli prepared brushes and ink for Luo Ziling, and laid out rice paper.

These things are the first thing Yang Qingyin prepared. She has to practice calligraphy and painting every day, so the study room is indispensable in the house.

After preparing the pen and ink, Luo Ziling stood still, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote a poem in one stroke.

"There are beauties in the north, peerless and independent. One looks at the city of Qingren, and then the country of Qingren..."

Seeing the poem written by Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but blushed, and said angrily, "How do you write this poem?"

"The words I gave you, this poem is a perfect match for you." After Luo Ziling finished writing the poem very chicly, he put the pen down again, looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction, and said with a face of complacency: "Writing consciously The best pair of words, as expected, status is very important, haha!"

Yang Qingyin was extremely happy in her heart, but her face was full of resentment, "I hate it to death, don't write such nasty poems, change to another one." Saying this, he called Ye Xiaoli to write the ink that was not completely dry. take it aside.

After each of them pulled a corner and carefully put aside the words "There is a Beautiful Woman in the North", they urged Luo Ziling to continue writing.

"Okay, I'll scribble another song, you can't be dissatisfied." Luo Ziling naturally agreed.

Picking up the pen, after thinking about it again, he wrote another word at a very fast speed with his best lines.

This time I wrote Liu Yong's masterpiece "Rain Lin Lin".

"Where is the hangover tonight? Yangliuan, the dawn wind and the moon," after writing, Luo Ziling pointed to a few lines in this word, and said with a smile: "This is my favorite mood. In the middle of the night, when I woke up with a hangover, I found Lying on the banks of willows by myself, accompanied by the dawn wind and the moon, how beautiful it is.”

But Yang Qingyin's face changed after seeing this word. She looked at Luo Ziling very seriously, and asked softly: "You don't know, what is described here is the feeling of parting, is it very miserable? The poem is Liu Sanbian's farewell to his lover. The sentimental parting has been hurt since ancient times, and it is even more desolate for the Qingqiu Festival. Is it appropriate for you to give me such a poem?"

"Hey, I said, don't be like this. I don't mean anything else. I just thought of this word suddenly. I think where I am sober tonight, Yangliuan, Xiaofengwanyue, the artistic conception is very beautiful." Luo Ziling did not expect that Yang Qing Yin would actually be troubled by a poem, feeling a little at a loss, "Since you don't like it, then I'll tear it up."

"Forget it, since it's written, let's keep it," Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling's hand, "The writing is not bad, a rare masterpiece. I asked Xiaoli to frame the previous words and hang them in the room. Put it in the room!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin's forced smile, Luo Ziling suddenly had a bad premonition.

How did you think of writing such a word today?

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