Chapter 163： I'll try

I have to say that Liu Qingyan is indeed a medical student. She knows the key points of the human body and is proficient in various techniques. After a massage, Lu Zheng felt refreshed and relaxed.

"Lu Lang~"

"Um?"

"That water drop is Lu Lang's betrothal gift to Qing Yan. From today, Qing Yan is Lu Langzhi... uh—"

...

The next day, I was refreshed and exhausted.

In the morning, Liu Qingyan got dressed first, then waited on Lu Zheng to get dressed and washed, and ate breakfast at home before she was ready to go home.

"Lu Lang." Liu Qingyan took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Zheng, "I see that Lu Lang is not there on weekdays and nights, and Qingyan does not disturb Lu Lang's practice. There is Qingyan in this sachet. If Lu Lang misses Qingyan, he will hold the sachet and call Qingyan's name, and Qingyan will come."

"Okay." Lu Zheng took the sachet, cherished it in his arms, and then grabbed Liu Qingyan who was about to leave, "By the way, I still have something to take today, so don't go today. The hospital is over, accompany me to Qingshanzhai first."

"Qingshanzhai?" Liu Qingyan was stunned, she immediately knew what was going on, and her face bloomed, "Have Lu Lang written it?"

"Of course, go and see if you are satisfied." Lu Zheng smiled.

"Lu Lang's running script is well-organized and free, of course it's very good." Liu Qingyan smiled, very happy that Lu Zheng took her affairs to heart.

Saying that, Liu Qingyan obediently did not leave, but went out side by side with Lu Zheng and came to Qingshanzhai in the south of the city.

"Young Master Lu is here!"

The shopkeeper of Qingshanzhai is a middle-aged man with a moustache. His name is Zhu Yitang. He was born as a scholar. He is known as Tonglin County’s calligraphy and painting masters. However, Qiu Wei failed many attempts and later opened a calligraphy and painting shop.

A few days ago, Lu Zheng sent a letter to ask him to frame it. This letter was written smoothly and smoothly, and it was so tiring that he couldn't bear it. He had to ask Lu Zheng's money for it, just ask him to print one. Observe and learn from time to time.

What can Lu Zheng do? Of course he promised.

For people who love words, if they can write a good word, they will naturally get the enthusiasm and respect of the other party, just like Lu Zhengzhi and Zhu Yitang.

"Can the characters be framed?" Lu Zheng asked.

"It's mounted and mounted. I used the silk from Liji Bufang in the prefecture, and the incense phoenix wood from Yaozhou. The old masters in the store made it to ensure that it will not spoil or rot for a hundred years, and it can be passed down from generation to generation." Zhu Yitang said hurriedly.

"Brother Zhu is attentive." Lu Zheng thanked him.

"It should be, it should be, if it's a little negligent, wouldn't I be sorry for this handed down work by Brother Lu." Zhu Yitang said excitedly with his eyes shining.

Lu Zheng smiled, thinking that he had added a few ray of luck to his calligraphy. With his current calligraphy skills, even if he was not as good as Wang Xizhi, he was probably not far behind.

"Look." Lu Zheng said.

Then Zhu Yitang led the two of them into the back hall and came to a wooden plaque covered with sackcloth.

"Look!" Zhu Yitang said, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled away the sackcloth on the wooden plaque.

This wooden plaque is eight feet square, and the outer frame is dark red phoenix wood. All kinds of herbal medicines are carved on it in a simple but fascinating way.

In the wooden plaque frame, there is dark yellow silk as a mount, with a circumference of three inches, and the last center is the letter sent by Lu Zheng.

The doctor is kind!

"I should have thought that this was given to Renxintang." Zhu Yitang complimented Liu Qingyan with a smile and said, "Profound medical skills, compassionate and compassionate, he is indeed a doctor who complements each other!"

Liu Qingyan looked at the word, and felt that the four words were freehand, and the movement was impermanent. She couldn't help but feel turbulent. Her eyes were full of water, and the corners of her lips were smiling like flowers. Of course, she was very satisfied with this performance.

"Brother Zhu, please ask someone to send it to Renxintang, and hang it up today." Lu Zheng said.

"Okay!" Zhu Yitang greeted the two guys and asked them to carry the plaque to Renxintang.

Next, the two of them were invited to the front hall to serve tea, and then he said to Lu Zheng, "Brother Lu, your words are like clouds flowing out of the sky. How many?"

Liu Qingyan smiled slightly, listening to the meaning of Zhu Yitang's words, she knew that he had been rejected by Lu Zheng before.

Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I'm not short of money, I don't make a living by selling characters, let's leave it to those who need it more."

"But without Brother Lu's book, wouldn't this world have lost a treasure?" Zhu Yitang said regretfully.

My dear, we are a painting and calligraphy studio in Tonglin County, Yizhou Prefecture, Lingbei Dao, Dajingchao, okay? I’m just a jerk, but you have the guts to tell the world’s treasures directly.

Lu Zheng just smiled and didn't agree. Zhu Yitang knew that Lu Zheng had a house and a shop in his own family, and he really lived a worry-free life, so he could only sigh and stop persuading him.

After chatting with Zhu Yitang for two more words in Qingshanzhai, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan left, and then turned back to Renxintang, and found that the plaque had been hung up.

"Lu Lang." Mr. Liu greeted him with a smile.

Lu Zheng licked his lips, but he didn't know what to call him. Let's call him Yuezhang. It seems that he and Liu Qingyan haven't gone through the process. Let's call him Uncle Liu. He slept with his daughter last night.

Liu Qingyan pursed her lips and snickered, but seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zheng's face, she still made a soft relief, "Let's call him Uncle Liu, we are still the same as before."

"Uncle Liu."

"Come on, come on." Mr. Liu didn't mind what Lu Zheng called him, he just pulled Lu Zheng to the calligraphy that was just hanging in the middle hall of Renxin Hall, "This is what you wrote?"

"yes!"

"Good calligraphy! I didn't know Lu Lang that you have such a hand in calligraphy."

"It's overrated. Isn't writing a basic skill for a scholar?"

The two scholars next to him who just came to see a doctor and were appreciating this letter immediately turned their heads and looked at Lu Zheng with a strange look in their eyes Which academy does this person belong to? If so, do their husbands and classmates know? Didn't hit him?

To be able to write words to this level, it's almost the same thing as those high school champions who said, "Isn't it necessary to have a hand to test a person?" Damn it!

Lu Zheng glanced at the two scholars, ignoring the resentment in their eyes, nodding and smiling.

The two scholars immediately smiled and cupped their hands together, expressing admiration.

...

One day later, Lu Zheng went to Liu's house again for dinner, taught Hu Zhou the knife technique for half an hour and let him leave.

In the evening, Lu Zheng sat alone on the bedside, thought about it, struggled for a long time, and finally took out the sachet, held it in the palm of his hand, and softly called twice, "Qingyan—Qingyan—"

I just try to see if this thing works, nothing else.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

There was a knock on the door, and there was no sleep tonight.