What Ming Ling wrote was the poem that Zhao Feiyang had spoken in the Su Mansion before.

"What does Master Ming mean?"

Zhao Feiyang only took a look and understood why Ming Ling was called one of the most famous calligraphers in Daliang.

Compared with the collection of poems Zhao Xueer bought at the market, the two are apart.

But Zhao Feiyang didn’t know why Ming Ling suddenly came out today?

"I was so rude in the past. I came here with sincerity. I would like to ask Zhao Huiyuan to consider the cooperation."

"What happened in the past?" Zhao Feiyang was puzzled.

Ming Ling paused, then looked at Zhao Feiyang and said, "Since Zhao Huiyuan no longer remembers it, there is no need to mention it."

Seeing that his attitude was sincere, it was obviously much better than when he came last time, Zhao Feiyang also let go of his confrontation and carefully looked at the words written by Mingling.

There were two pages in total. Zhao Feiyang just looked at the first page, and when he turned to the second page, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The characters on these two pages are not of the same style, but from the beginning and the end, it can be seen that they were written by the same person.

The sentence "Lying alone in the woodshed room without mourning, I still think about guarding Luntai for the country" on the first page is ethereal and illusory, but the strokes of the pen and ink are added to the pen and ink, giving people a feeling that although they are not strong enough, they are willing to be willing.

The sentence on the second page "Lying at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river come into my dreams" is completely opposite to the former. Every stroke is strong and powerful, and it is like a bamboo shoot!

Zhao Feiyang was stunned before he knew it. Mingling's calligraphy level was far beyond his imagination. He thought that no one in this dynasty could compare with Chinese people. Now it seems that Mingling is the first person to break his idea.

"What do Zhao Huiyuan mean?" Ming Ling spoke in time.

Zhao Feiyang then came to his senses and his eyes changed slightly: "Master Ming is worthy of being a master, but..."

"Just what?"

Mingling seemed a little impatient and wanted to get an accurate answer from Zhao Feiyang.

"It's just that if Master Ming cooperates with me, I can accept the word "I" and you can see it everywhere in the streets and alleys?" Zhao Feiyang said slowly.

Ming Ling frowned, not knowing what Zhao Feiyang meant.

His characters have a variety of styles, and even he himself cannot completely imitate the same style. Therefore, the characters he writes have always been unique in the world, so how can it be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys?

Seeing Mingling look puzzled, Zhao Feiyang bent his eyes, "If Master Ming believes in me, leave this word first. In seven days, I will take out the same word as him. At that time, Master Ming should think carefully."

Upon hearing this, Ming Ling was even more surprised. Zhao Huiyuan was the first person to dare to say such words. How could his words be so easy to imitate?

"Are Zhao Huiyuan kidding me?" Ming Ling couldn't help but question.

Zhao Feiyang suddenly understood what he said just now. Last time when he came to the Zhao family, he questioned whether he could be the top scorer in high school, which was exactly the same as the tone of this sentence now.
Chapter completed!