"Answer to Brother Pingyuan Poem":

"It's so long and wonderful, don't blame the president. I'm thinking of you and I'm walking forward, and I'm talking about it in Linshang. There's a great river in Nanjin, but there's no river in Beizhu. I'm fascinated by the same feeling of passing away, and I'm sad to join the merchants. The track is like a special trace.

, Morning glory cannot be taken in a box.”

Lu Na looked on with his hands folded, nodding his head in agreement.

Liu Shangzhi changed to another bald pen and wrote a passage from Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" on hemp paper in Lu Ji's cursive style:

"It's a joy to do things, which are admired by sages and sages. I take responsibility for the emptiness of lessons. I knock on the loneliness and ask for the sound. I write on the ruler, and the words are as thick as an inch of my heart. The words are broad and wide, and the thoughts are healed by pressing them.

Deep, the fragrance of fragrant flowers spreads, the green strips of the forest grow, the strong wind flies and soars, and the dark clouds rise over the Imperial Forest."

Liu Shangzhi worked hard on Lu Ji's "Pingfu Tie" in the past two months, copying it thirty times a day, because the "Pingfu Tie" borrowed by Chen Caozhi from the Lu Mansion was a copy of Lu Na's.

In other words, Liu Shangzhui was actually copying Lu Na's Zhangcao calligraphy, and he had copied it to a very charming degree.

Lu Na laughed and said: "Yes, it is a good word for a high-ranking official." He hesitated and said: "Next month, you will come to the office to work as a clerk. In two years, you will be given a job as a ninth-rank official."
Chapter completed!