Could it be that the person I'm meeting is nearby, observing in secret?

Or just stay on the edge of Luan Rong, waiting for you to go up?

A series of questions filled Chen Tianhua's head with a lawsuit.

He finally calmed himself down and looked at the little maid opposite with her little chin tilted up and a look of disdain on her face, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Damn, you really saw someone drugging you.

Unexpectedly, my little hobby of reciting poems and writing essays in my later life could be put to use in the brothel of Hongxiu Shuyu.

"Come on, I'll serve you with pen and ink!" Chen Tianhua said loudly to the Zhike who was watching the excitement with a mocking look on his face.

Na Zhike snickered and turned away to get the Four Treasures of the Study.

At some point or another, a dozen onlookers emerged from the side. Their eyes widened and their mouths began to turn into an O-shape.

After a while, Zhike returned.

After the maid Yuqing came to her senses, she quickly took the paper, pen and inkstone from Zhike's hand and said with a smile to Chen Tianhua:

"Master, please don't write a limerick!"

"Ha ha…"

The words of the maid Yuqing immediately caused everyone around to burst into laughter.

Chen Tianhua ignored this and turned to Zhike and shouted: "Pen the ink... unfold the paper..."

"Write it here? How to write it?"

Zhike said doubtfully.

This place is empty, there is neither a table nor a bench, nor is there a big rock to rest on. How do you write this word?

"You first grind the ink for me and give it to me, and then you two unfold the paper with both hands..." Chen Tianhua took the wolf hair from the maid's hand and said with a stern grin.

"oh…"

Na Zhike was subdued by Chen Tianhua's momentum and obeyed obediently.

After a while, the ink was polished.

Chen Tianhua held the inkstone in his left hand, raised his pen in his right hand, stretched his shoulders, raised his head and pondered for a moment.

Zhike and the maid Yuqing obediently unfolded the blank paper with both hands.

Wow, you want to write poetry while hanging in the air?

This caught everyone's attention.

The onlookers had different expressions, some were surprised, disbelieving, disdainful, nervous...

I saw Chen Tianhua moistening the wolf hair in the inkstone, and then hanging his hand to write, like a dragon or a snake...

In an instant, he wrote down Du Mu's famous poem, "Parking at Qinhuai" on the paper.

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is caged in the sand. I stay in Qinhuai at night, close to the restaurant.

The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.

This poem is a pun, with hints and innuendoes in it.

The key is Chen Tianhua's hanging pen calligraphy, which is so excellent that he writes like a dragon and a phoenix.

Standard appearance, vigorous, powerful, thick and powerful, elegant and refined.

This is very different from the beautiful brushwork that is popular in the world, but it is quite in line with Chen Tianhua's heroic demeanor, and he writes in one go.

This display of his skills aroused sighs and admiration from those around him.

Looking at the ink-soaked paper, Chen Tianhua smiled with satisfaction and thought to himself: It seems that practicing more skills is still useful.

Putting the pen and inkstone aside on the ground, he said loudly to the maid Yuqing who still had a dull look on her face:

"Please, Madam, please send this bad work to Miss Luan Rong to read and see if she is satisfied with it?"

Although Yuqing is just a maid, she has been under the influence of Yuluan Rong in the Red Sleeve Book for a long time, and her vision is naturally good.

Even if she couldn't appreciate the meaning and quality of the poem, Chen Tianhua's handwriting alone made her understand that it would not have been possible without years of hard work.

I thought that I could easily get rid of this poor young man, but I didn't expect that this would be the result.

Yuqing glanced at Chen Tianhua with a strange expression, then numbly took the other side of the paper from Zhike's hand, holding it carefully with both hands, turned around stiffly, and walked towards the small attic step by step.

At this time, the maid Yuqing no longer had the brisk pace she had before, and seemed to still feel a little heavy.

Inside the second-story house.

Hearing a commotion downstairs, Luan Rong was no longer sleepy. She got up, put on her clothes, and prepared to go out to find out.

As soon as I opened the door, under the candlelight, I saw Yuqing coming in with a strange expression.

Luan Rong asked in confusion: "What happened? I was scolded by the young master named Chen? Did he... did he leave?"

Yuqing shook her head and walked into the room, handed over the large paper in her hand, and said in a low voice:

"Miss, that poor young man really wrote poems?!"

"Oh? Bring it over and show it to me."

Luan Rong's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

Although this person is excerpted from Du Mu's famous poem, he seems to be trying to convey some message in his sarcasm.

She glanced at it and sighed in surprise, "Ah, the handwriting is majestic..."

Then, those beautiful single phoenix eyes were fixed on the unique content of the poem, and she had to think about it.

Luan Rong can become the oiran of Hongxiu Shuyu, and her talent and accomplishments are by no means ordinary.

Chen Tianhua copied Du Mu's poem, and after reading the content carefully and understanding both sides, she understood everything.

This poem contains content such as Jiangnan, Empress Chen's uncle Bao, hatred for the country's subjugation, ignorance of business girls, resentment, etc. It is full of feelings about family and country.

Moreover, this stroke is unusually large, but it makes people feel sincere, powerful, and majestic. It is truly in a class of its own.

It can be seen that this person is definitely not a thing in the pool.

He may indeed be related to the Restoration Society, but his identity remains to be further verified.

Thinking of this, she turned around and said to Yuqing: "Go and ask Mr. Chen to come upstairs."

"Yes, Miss..." Yu Qing bowed slightly and went downstairs with a confused look on her face.

When Chen Tianhua walked up the creaking wooden stairs to the private room on the second floor of the small attic, the sound of tinkling guzheng came from inside.

His clear and beautiful voice was singing a hundred melodies, and it was Du Mu's "Place at Qinhuai" that he had just written.

Listening to the artistic conception, it really conveys the sadness and helplessness contained in this song.

Chen Tianhua secretly thought in his heart that the girl Luan Rong was so talented and talented, yet she was living in the world, so it seemed like she had something to hide.

Walking into the elegant room, the last note of the song has just fallen.

Luan Rong stood up gracefully, her short stature blessed, "Little girl Luan Rong, I would like to thank Mr. Chen for the words."

Chen Tianhua hurriedly returned the gift and said mockingly: "Young lady praised me unreasonably, but I didn't dare to give her a word of praise. It was an insult to the situation, so I just borrowed the masterpieces of my ancestors. I think this is a stepping stone for me to ask for a meeting with Miss Luan Rong."

"Shicai Zhike, maid Yuqing and the others also behaved according to the rules of the residence. Please forgive me, Mr. Chen."

Luan Rong bowed her head again, apologizing for others.

As she spoke, she raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Tianhua, who was taking off his outer robe. Luan Rong felt shocked and dumbfounded in her heart.
Chapter completed!