In fact, Tang Ping also practiced calligraphy. During the few years he was in Cultural and Creative Street, there were old men in several shops nearby who liked calligraphy. Tang Ping learned it without any trouble, and then practiced with him for a while.
As a result, after reaching this era, I discovered that, not to mention those other people, even Lu Yi and Li Bai at home could write better than myself.
It's normal when you think about it. I only practice occasionally, but others have to write every day. Can it be the same?
So everyone Tang Ping brought knew his name, and they all suppressed their laughter when they saw that he was about to "show his ugly face."
That is to say, the owner of Wanghai Tower and Wang Qingluan looked at him expectantly.
But soon the expressions of several people changed.
how to say? This word is probably at the level of a random boy downstairs, who can recognize what is written. But if you want to say Mo Bao, isn't it a bit insulting to the two words Mo and Bao?
"Well, the calligraphy for Young Master... is quite... unique!" What else could the owner of Wanghai Tower say? Can he still drive Tang Ping away?
Just now, so many people on the third floor saw that I had invited people up. Now, people downstairs must have spread the word "appreciating flowers, admiring the moon and admiring autumn fragrance". I want to kick people out. Wanghai Tower, which I have worked hard to manage, Will your reputation be ruined?
But this handwriting is really bad. If his eight-year-old grandson writes such handwriting, he will definitely be beaten.
So now he is embarrassed. Such a good couplet is paired with such a word. Shouldn't he be embarrassed? Still not hanging up?
To be honest, even though he didn't think Tang Ping was a good person, the Qiuxiang he heard just now was also a woman, which confirmed in Wang Qingluan's mind that Tang Ping was a slut.
But she also recognized Tang Ping's talent. Apart from the Qingluan poem yesterday, the two plum poems could definitely be passed down through the ages.
In addition, the guy from Shanglian just came out today, so Tang Ping came out right.
Others don't know, but Wang Qingluan still believes that Tang Ping really doesn't know about Wanghai Tower. Of course, it is impossible to know this first couplet in advance.
Being able to come up with such good words so quickly only shows that he is really talented in literature. But now that she saw his handwriting, she began to wonder if this was the same person.
"How about you let me write it again?" Looking at this word, she felt really uncomfortable. What a great couplet, it was written like this.
As he said this, he took the pen from Tang Ping's hand. There was plenty of paper to begin with, so he started writing as soon as he picked up the pen.
The so-called expert can tell if there is something there as soon as he reaches out his hand.
Her teacher since she was a child was a famous Confucian scholar from East Vietnam, and this word was no exception. She started with just two or three words, and the feeling came out.
"Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy!" The owner of Wanghailou on the other side did not expect that there was an unexpected surprise.
Li Bai, Pei Min and Lu Yi, several knowledgeable people, also looked at it and nodded repeatedly.
Soon this couplet was written down by Wang Qingluan smoothly.
"Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy!" The owner of Wanghailou turned into a repeater and gave a thumbs up. This couplet was written by Wang Qingluan in one font to create two feelings.
The first line of the first line about family, country, society, and land is written in a majestic and majestic way, while the second line of the second line about flowers, moon, and autumn fragrance is written in a soft and tender way.
It's obviously the same font, but it can give people two different feelings. It also shows that Wang Qingluan's calligraphy has come to the fore, and it has a vague style of everyone.
"Come here, please let Mr. Tang and everyone take their orders!" The owner of Wanghai Tower excitedly held up Wang Qingluan's calligraphy. Generally speaking, literati who went to the fourth floor would not let others write.
After all, what he wants is the fame of these literati, but today's calligraphy is an exception, because without looking at the content of the text, this calligraphy is worth collecting.
"Wang Qingluan, I don't know which famous Confucian scholar is the daughter." Of course the sharp-eyed owner of Wanghailou also saw the signature, but the name Wang Qingluan was really unfamiliar.
However, since he didn't reveal his identity, it was certainly not easy for him to inquire, so he could only mutter in his heart.
Fortunately, when he left, he still had the dignity to take Tang Ping's calligraphy with him solemnly, but it was unclear whether the fate of this calligraphy was the kitchen stove of Wanghai Tower.
Wang Qingluan finally got tough in front of Tang Ping, and Shi Shiran sat next to him and waited for him to order.
Tang Ping smiled, this girl really has a personality, but even if he didn't understand the word just now, he could clearly see that it was indeed a good word.
After discussing with everyone and ordering a table of dishes, Tang Ping had nothing to be embarrassed about. With the business of Wanghailou, could they still make him poor after just one meal?
And after all, this was obtained by joining forces with this girl Wang Qingluan. What's there to be embarrassed about?
If yesterday's night banquet was the highest level for the East Vietnamese royal family, then today's meal was the highest level for the East Vietnamese folk.
It can only be said that each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Tang Ping was very interested in one or two of the dishes, so he asked Xiao Luo to write them down.
Wang Qingluan then remembered that Tang Ping had had such an exchange with Xiaoluo after tasting the dishes yesterday. He must have been asking her to write down the dishes. Thinking of this, Wang Qingluan didn't know why he suddenly felt a little more comfortable. .
At the dinner table, Tang Ping was not particular about eating and talking. While eating, he chatted with everyone about Fuyang City in East Vietnam. Cui'er also chattered and actively introduced some of the famous places in Fuyang City to them.
Only Wang Qingluan seemed quieter.
After eating, Wang Qingluan and Cui'er planned to leave on the pretext that they still had something to do.
Before leaving, Wang Qingluan suddenly asked: "Master Tang, when we met today, I saw that you came out of a jewelry store. Do you want to buy something? There are several larger jewelry stores in Fuyang City that I know. Do you want to buy something?" Shall I introduce it to you?"
"Ah?" Tang Ping didn't expect Wang Qingluan to ask a question suddenly. He was stunned and replied: "Thank you Miss Wang, but no need. The main reason why I went today is that a small jewelry was broken because of me. I want to find someone." After it was repaired, I was very satisfied with the craftsmanship of the master of that jewelry shop, so I gave it to her."
When Tang Ping walked away, Cui'er pulled Wang Qingluan's sleeve and whispered: "Your Highness, he said small jewelry, is it your Qingluan ring?"
"Let's go back to the palace!"
Before closing in the afternoon, the jewelry store Tang Ping visited today was surrounded by officers and soldiers.
Everyone inside was also brought out.
"This is His Highness Prince Zheng. Who is the master chef in the shop? Prince Zheng has something to ask."
"Go back to your highness, I am the master chef of this shop." The woman who contacted Tang Ping today came out with some trepidation and looked at Wang Qingluan who was already dressed in Prince Zheng's attire.
I don’t know why the aloof King Zheng would look for me. I heard that King Zheng is not married yet, so he shouldn’t be attracted to me, right?
"Did a customer bring a ring today?"
