Returning to the study, Fang Jun opened the system interface.
Host: Fang Jun
Age: 16 years old
Height: 178CM
Fine:10.5
Qi:1
God:1.6
Emotional value: 22564 points
Gong: None
Techniques (methods): [Special Forces training techniques and methods, master-level thin gold calligraphy...]
Level: LV1【22564/40000】
Mall:【……】
Lottery: 10,000 points/time
Seeing that the emotion value had exceeded 20,000, Fang Jun was a little confused.
I don’t know whether to wait until the emotional value reaches 40,000 to upgrade the system, or to do two draws first.
After thinking about it, Fang Jun resisted the urge to draw a lottery and decided to save some emotional points for emergencies.
Or wait until a little longer and then do a few consecutive draws.
After all, the probability of winning is only half, and you may not win in two draws.
However, I have gained so many emotional points today, which makes me feel really comfortable!
After breakfast, Fang Jun was a little idle again.
There is no way, there are not many entertainment activities in ancient times!
What's more, I haven't integrated many memories of my predecessor at all, and I might not even know the way if I want to go out for fun.
Being bored and with the Four Treasures of the Study on his desk, Fang Jun decided to try his master-level calligraphy.
Asking Xiang'er to study the ink, Fang Jun began to paint freely on the rice paper.
"I am already deep in spring when I read, every inch of time is worth every inch of gold; Taoists are not here to make people laugh, Zhou Qing and Confucius are pursuing it."
A song "White Deer Cave" by Wang Zhenbai appeared on the paper.
But seeing this positive and progressive poem, Fang Jun felt dissatisfied.
After all, his goal is to accumulate enough emotional value to be a free salted fish in the Tang Dynasty.
Of course, it would be even more perfect if he could have three wives and four concubines by his side.
But now that the emperor has granted marriage, it is obviously unrealistic to have three wives and four concubines.
So, the most important task now is to break off the engagement.
With this thought in mind, I wrote two more sentences on the paper.
"The divorce has not been successful yet, gays and lesbians still have to work hard, come on!"
"Persistence is victory, victory depends on persistence..."
"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down..."
After writing several words in a row, Fang Jun felt that this master-level thin body calligraphy was really wonderful!
It was as if he had been practicing for decades and it had completely become his instinct.
Looking at the fonts on the rice paper, the handwriting is thin and vigorous, even thin without losing its flesh. The large characters are especially graceful and graceful.
The strokes are relatively thin and hard, so the brushwork is exposed, and traces of brushstrokes such as running Tetons can be clearly seen.
The strokes horizontally and vertically are like sparse shadows, the sword is unsheathed, and the crane is independent. It has the power of escape and is a rhythmic stroke.
The font is so beautiful!
No wonder Lean Jing Body has become a font copied by many people in later generations.
While he was intoxicated, a servant came to report: "Second Young Master, the eldest Young Master Yuchi and the Second Young Master Cheng have heard that your Majesty has congratulated you on the marriage. They are here to congratulate you. They are in the main hall!"
"Young Master Yuchi...Second Young Master Cheng?"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it for a moment, he remembered who these two people were from his scattered memories.
It turned out to be Yuchi Baolin, the eldest son of Yuchi Gong, and Cheng Chuliang, the second son of Cheng Yaojin.
Both of them were born into martial arts families and liked to wield swords and guns.
The same goes for Fang Jun. The two of them naturally smell the same and often play together.
Now that the emperor has granted a marriage, it is normal for the two of them to come to congratulate.
However, due to their straightforward personalities, the two often clashed with other second-generation Xuns, and they were considered to be famous playboys in Chang'an City.
Unexpectedly, a fool like his predecessor actually had two close friends, and a light flashed in Fang Jun's heart.
yes!
Isn't the other party a playboy?
Since you like to cause trouble, that's the best thing to do.
After all, if you want to gain emotional value, the best way is to find trouble.
With two such good friends, you won’t be afraid of not being able to harvest the emotional value in the future.
Thinking of this, Fang Jun waved his hand and said: "Go and greet them first, I'll be there right away!"
"promise!"
As the servants left, Fang Jun stood up and prepared to go to the main hall.
But just as he started to take steps, Fang Jun stopped again.
After all, the poems and fonts on rice paper are unique to this era.
If word spreads, it may cause him a lot of trouble.
You know, if my predecessor had no knowledge or skills, it would be impossible for him to write such handwriting, let alone have such talent.
So Fang Jun turned to the little girl Xiang'er and said, "Put away all the things I just wrote. Don't let outsiders see them. Take them and burn them when you have time."
With that said, he turned around and left.
"Oh, slave knows!"
The little girl looked at Fang Jun's back and agreed.
In fact, Xiang'er is literate. Although she doesn't know much, she can still tell whether the fonts are good or not.
In her opinion, her young master's handwriting today is much better than before. What a pity it would be to burn it?
But the young master told her, so she had no choice but to do it.
Quickly roll up a few pieces of rice paper and prepare to burn it directly in the kitchen.
But as soon as the little girl came out of the yard, she happened to meet Fang Xuanling walking towards her, so she quickly bowed and saluted: "I have met the master of the house."
Fang Xuanling is usually a very humble person and has no airs about his servants. He just waved his hand casually and asked, "Is Jun'er in the room?"
"Young master is in the main hall. It is said that a friend came to visit!" Xiang'er quickly replied.
"Oh, then I'll find him later!"
After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the little girl was holding a large roll of rice paper in her hand.
Fang Xuanling couldn't help frowning and asked: "Where are you going with the rice paper? Who gave it to you?"
For readers, paper is a valuable item.
He thought Xiang'er secretly took paper from the house and sold it outside, so he was naturally unhappy.
Seeing this, Xiang'er was frightened and quickly explained: "This is the rice paper that the master just wrote on. He asked the slave to take it and burn it."
Fang Xuanling's frown deepened and she asked in surprise: "Did Jun'er practice calligraphy today?"
Fang Xuanling is very clear about her son's morality.
It is possible for my son to wield a knife and a gun all day long, but when it comes to writing, it can literally kill him.
Over the years, he has often asked teachers to teach his sons, but one or two of them got angry and left after only a few days.
Therefore, Fang Xuanling gave up!
Now the little girl said that her son actually practiced calligraphy today, as if the sun came out from the west. Fang Xuanling was naturally surprised.
"Bring it here and take a look."
He was very curious. Could it be that his son had written something treasonous and treasonous, so he wanted to burn it?
The little girl hesitated.
The young master told me not to let outsiders see it. Should I give it to him or not?
Then I thought about it, Fang Xuanling is the head of the family and the son's father, so he shouldn't be considered an outsider!
So, the little girl handed over the paper in her hand.
If he knew the little girl's cute thoughts, Fang Jun didn't know if he would give her a clue.
The little girl’s brain circuit is so novel!
Fang Xuanling took the rice paper and as soon as he opened it, he froze.
A pair of eyes stared straight and motionless, as if they were looking at a beautiful woman.
The beautiful and peculiar fonts on the rice paper suddenly came into view.
This kind of font is extremely thin but has strong muscles. The movement is straight and straight, erratic and fast, as if it is moving like grass, smooth and vigorous. The strokes are thin, steep and hard, strong and sharp, without any sluggishness.
No matter how you look at it, these are words that only a calligraphy master can write...
