Chapter 195 Playing chess and writing

Damn it! You said the wrong thing.

Fengqing reacted immediately when she saw Qin Mufeng's reaction.

Six years ago, she had no father, no mother, no relatives. Six years later, she was a maid and her second brother came from nowhere.

Feng Qing could only hold on and beat him up.

"Well, there is an older brother who is good to me. Everyone calls him Second Brother." Second Brother, please forgive me first.

Qin Mufeng raised his eyebrows, seeming to accept this explanation, and Fengqing quickly changed the subject.

"However, I quite like practicing calligraphy." In order to quickly change the subject, Feng Qing quickly brought up another matter: "By the way, Master Qi, do you remember that six years ago you disliked my ugly handwriting."

"There is such a thing."

"Crack." A chess piece fell.

"My handwriting is not ugly now. If you don't believe me, I will write it to you later." By the way, I want to avenge my shame.

Hearing this, Qin Mufeng looked at the chessboard, his black eyes slightly raised to look at Feng Qing, he seemed to be in a good mood, and suddenly reached out to put away the chessboard.

"There's nothing wrong now. Just write it down and see. Cangzuo."

When Cang Zuo heard what he said, he quickly took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone and put it on the table. He also poured water on the inkstone with all his heart, rolled up his sleeves and planned to sharpen the ink.

Qin Mufeng was faster. Before Cangzuo made any move, he had already reached out to pick up the ink stick and started to grind it gently on the inkstone.

Cang Zuo blinked his eyes.

Then he obediently took two steps back, and then slowly moved to Mu Yunwen's side.

Mu Yunwen's attention had already been on Qin Mufeng's words, so he turned his attention back to the lively auction stage in the auction house hall. He also took in the whole scene, blinked at Cangzuo with his eyes, and twisted the corners of his mouth.

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"Sure enough, I treat Miss Aqing differently." This is a pure stream of consciousness expression.

"Well, it's so unusual." Cang Zuo nodded silently.

But Feng Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She always had Feng Zhao or Feng Xu polish her writing, and she didn't think there was anything special about Qin Mufeng's polishing.

Picking up the brush, calming down and soaking it with ink, Feng Qing hung her wrist and wrote slowly on the paper.

Fengqing's calligraphy was taught by Fengzhao.

Feng Zhao was excellent at regular script and cursive writing. Feng Qing had always been very patient and learned a good regular script. His writing was full, round, square and smooth, and he still had some of his own experience.

However, what Feng Qing wrote was not a special copybook, but a simple prescription for elixirs. Qin Mufeng, who had been staring at Feng Qing's writing, couldn't help but smile.

As expected, she is a girl obsessed with alchemy, even writing a post is stained with the fragrance of alchemy.

After Feng Qing finished writing, Qin Mufeng took the paper and looked at it. Although the expression on his face remained the same as before, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, there has indeed been progress."

"Is it just progress?" Feng Qing was unconvinced. "I have practiced a lot in the past six years. My brother next door said that I wrote well and showed my style for the first time."

He almost blurted out "Second Brother" again, which made Feng Qing swallow it back.

She worked hard to overturn the image of "extremely ugly handwriting" in front of Qin Mufeng! How could she be willing to get two light evaluations of "not bad"!

"Oh?" Qin Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Back then, I remember I wrote you a note to Mr. Qi, do you still have it?" Feng Qing has been thinking about that dark, messy note from back then.

"What?" Qin Mufeng didn't say whether he remembered or not.

"Look, I didn't mean to cheat. I did owe Master Qi a great favor back then, and I will definitely repay it. But Master Qi, the words on my note are really ugly. Why don't you take out the note?"

Next, let me re-write it and give it to you?"

Qin Mufeng glanced at Feng Qing's face with his long eyes.

I didn't want to default on my debt, but I wanted to write the word "Chou Chou" again. Is this girl straight or stupid?

However, as long as you don’t default on your debts, many things will be much easier to handle.

Qin Mufeng was in a good mood and took out the note from back then.

The note was slightly yellowed, but the pitch-black mass on it could still be distinguished: "On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, I owe Qin Mufeng a favor for saving my life, and I swear to repay it."

Qin Mufeng held the note in one hand and the prescription Feng Qing had just written in the other, comparing the two.

“It’s really progressing very quickly.”

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Feng Qing couldn't feel any joy at being praised, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

So, Feng Qing reached out to grab the old note.

Qin Mufeng moved faster and put away the note with a wave of his hand. Feng Qing was stunned.

"Master Qi, what are you doing?"

Didn’t I agree to let her rewrite it?

Qin Qi looked upright and said.

"It's better to keep it. Without this note for comparison, how would you know that you are different today."

Are you blind!

What does it mean to not compare? I don’t know that her handwriting is different from the past!

This doesn’t even need to be compared!

Feng Qing was angry, Qin Qi did it on purpose.

"Master Qi, then write what you wrote and let me take a look. If your handwriting is not as good as mine, then return my note to me and let me copy it again."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mufeng put the elixir in his hand aside, took the brush from Feng Qing's hand, dipped it in ink, and moved the brush like a dragon.

Qin Mufeng's writing is like the wind, his expression is relaxed, and his cursive hand is like a dragon flying in the clouds. It is vigorous and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper, making Feng Qing's pores relax as he watches.

“So awesome”

Feng Qing picked up the paper and admired it carefully for a long time before sighing.

Qin Mufeng's calligraphy has an arrogance that is different from his calm appearance. There is also a free and easy style in his writing, as if he has his own unique understanding, which is worthy of everyone.

After comparing Qin Mufeng's handwriting with her own handwriting, Fengqing immediately became scared.

The content of what Qin Mufeng wrote was clearly the prescription that Feng Qing had just written, but in regular script and cursive script, compared to a beginner, the regular script suddenly looked childish.

"How?" Qin Mufeng put down his brush.

"You write well. In comparison, my regular script is really weak. However, I will work hard and practice more to try to make some progress."

"Yes." Qin Mufeng picked up the piece of regular script written by Feng Qing on the table and carefully folded it twice. "I'll keep this one for comparison when you make progress in the future."

Are you still comparing?

No one is as responsible as he is for documents and portfolios.

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And she was just talking, so she didn't need to take it seriously.

"What? Don't you want to practice?" Qin Mufeng looked at Feng Qing with his dark eyes.

"Practice, why don't you practice? Of course what I say will count."

"That's good."

Feng Qing felt a little inexplicably frustrated.

She felt right, she was completely led by the nose in front of Qin Qi.

Even though she was almost thirty years old in her past and present lives combined, and Qin Mufeng was only in his early twenties, she always had the feeling that she would never be able to outsmart Qin Mufeng.

The boy who made her think that his thoughts were unusual six years ago is now even more unfathomable.

Before Feng Qing could be frustrated for too long, Mu Yunwen, who had been looking at the auction table, shouted.

"Miss Aqing, look, your Dingling Pill is going to be auctioned!"
Chapter completed!