Datang: Son-in-law, I beg you to come out of the mountain

Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang walked to Yang Zhuo's side together.

Yang Zhuo took out two volumes of framed paintings and calligraphy and put them on the table.

"Let's look at the painting first." After Yang Zhuo finished speaking, he opened the scroll.

Then, with a bang, it unfolded handsomely.

"Appreciate it, you're welcome."

Yang Zhuo laughed.

Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang frowned and leaned forward.

When the eyes touch the paintings on the table...

The two were so shocked that they fainted!
"This... what kind of masterpiece is this! It's so vivid!"

"This painting should only exist in the sky!"

"Wonderful!"

Yan Liben's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he saw!
"This is called Qingming Shanghe Tu." Yang Zhuo said casually.

Qingming River Picture!
This picture scroll is five meters long!A large number of characters of various colors are drawn, cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, carts, sedan chairs, boats of different sizes, houses, bridges, towers, etc. have their own characteristics!

Such a scene full of flowers and lively, very attractive!

Yan Liben thought that he was talented in painting, but after looking at Yang Zhuo's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he realized that he was the one who was insane!

"Young Master Yang Zhuo was able to make such an exquisite painting in such a short period of time, it is simply a fairy!"

Yan Liben watched with tears in his eyes.

"I have never served anyone before, but today, I have served you!" Yan Liben exclaimed.

Chu Suiliang looked at it, and found that the painting was good, but the calligraphy could not be better than his.

What he did today is Yang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection" that he has been studying and copying!
This is the pinnacle of calligraphy!

"What about your calligraphy? Show the old man." Chu Suiliang frowned.

"It's a coincidence today that the paintings and calligraphy I made with the master are all Yang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface"!" Yang Zhuo smiled slightly.

Chu Sui had a good conscience, hum!Yang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" is the master of cursive script.

But this Tang Dynasty, the one who imitates the most is Chu Suiliang!
Kid, don't lose later and have no place to cry!

The old man has imitated Yang Xizhi's characters for more than ten years!
"Stop talking so much nonsense, open it for the old man to have a look." Chu Suiliang couldn't wait to see Yang Zhuogan bow down.

Yang Zhuo took out the scroll of calligraphy and put it in front of Chu Suiliang.

With a swipe, push away.

"Master, please take a look."

Chu Suiliang leaned over.

The first time he saw the words, Chu Suiliang was instantly petrified!
This……

Is this really an imitation?

Isn't this authentic?
"Master Yang Zhuo, you... where did you find this authentic work!"

Chu Suiliang looked at Yang Zhuo with wide-eyed eyes. This "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is really well written!

It was exactly the same as what Yang Xizhi did!
"This is not the real work, I wrote it just now." Yang Zhuoyao nodded.

Chu Suiliang still refused to believe it: "Impossible! This is definitely an authentic work! I have been copying it for decades, this is definitely an authentic work!"

Yang Zhuo had no choice but to say: "Since the master doesn't believe it, how about I act in front of you?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhuo took a brush, dipped it in ink, and scribbled on the paper, creating a cursive script "Preface to Lanting Collection" in one stroke.

"Master, do you believe it now?" Yang Zhuo put down the brush and looked at Chu Suiliang with a smile.

Chu Suiliang couldn't believe that scene just now!
Such a fast speed!

Such a steady gesture!
It's Yang Xizhi reappearing!

"I admire you!" Chu Suiliang sighed to himself.

Compared with Yang Zhuo's cursive script, my own "Lanting Collection Preface" is simply inferior!

Fortunately, he often boasted that his handwriting was good.

It seems that he is too conceited!
ashamed!Ashamed!

"Mr. Yang Zhuo, today, the two of us are completely convinced. Mr. Yang Zhuo is a god who came down to the world, and he is really an all-rounder!"

"I'm waiting for admiration!"

Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang admired them respectfully.

"It's easy to say, but in fact, you are the masters, and you will be passed down through the ages." Yang Zhuo said truthfully.

However, Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang felt that Yang Zhuo's praise made them very ashamed. Just now, who said that Yang Zhuo would lose without even his pants left?
"Master Yang Zhuo, can you give this "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival" to this old man?" Yan Liben said sincerely.

"I want this "Preface to the Collection of Lanting Pavilion"." Chu Suiliang suspected that the models he had copied before were all fake.

Yang Zhuo smiled, waved his folding fan and said, "You guys take it."

"Thank you son!"

"Thank you son!"

After Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang finished speaking respectfully, they left in shame.

The melon eaters on the side were frightened.

"My God! What's going on!"

"Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang are willing to bow down!"

"Yang Zhuo won?"

"Why is this son so powerful!"

Wen Ji, who was standing in the attic watching the battle, heard that Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang had conceded, happily supported the railing and looked at Yang Zhuo.

"Master Yang Zhuo, you really did not disappoint Wen Ji!"

Li Shimin also happily patted the table.

"I just said, my son-in-law can definitely win! Hahaha!"

Du Ruhui: "Old Li, don't laugh, the steamed bun on your chest fell off."

Fang Xuanling: It’s unscientific!

"My lord, you are really amazing!" Xiao Man happily stepped forward and said.

Yang Zhuo shook his fan, yes, these two skills are good!

At this time, Wen Ji was close to the maid, and Yu'er went downstairs.

"My lord, our girl has set up a private seat, and please ask Mr. Yang Zhuo to show her face." Yu'er said.

"Well, okay, I'll go right away." Yang Zhuo said with a smile.

"My lord, are you going to abandon Xiaoman?" Xiaoman said jealously.

"Then go together." Yang Zhuo said with a smile.

Xiaoman was afraid that his son would suffer, so he followed closely.

Yang Zhuo followed Yu'er up to the attic and into the private room.

As soon as she entered, she saw that Wen Ji was dressed cooler. The clothes she was wearing were exactly the tube top dress popular in Tang Dynasty, revealing the beautiful spring scenery in front of her.

"My lord..." Wen Ji looked at Yang Zhuo affectionately.

But at this time, Yang Zhuo was found to be followed by a maidservant.

She frowned slightly, why did she bring a woman with her?

That Yu'er is very good at reading facial expressions, seeing that her daughter is a little unhappy, she immediately understands.

"Miss Xiaoman, I really admire the poems you wrote last time. Can you go to my room and write the poems so that I can worship them." Yu'er said.

"OK then."

Xiaoman was dazzled by the worship, and instantly forgot why he came here.

After following Yu'er out, Yu'er closed the door on purpose.

Seeing that Xiaoman was dismissed, Wen Ji smiled happily.

"My lord, Wen Ji admires you for the paintings and calligraphy you did today. Wen Ji respects you!"

After a few cups, Wen Ji got up and walked to Yang Zhuo's side.

With slender hands, she rubbed her forehead, her pink and tender face was slightly red.

"Young Master Yang Zhuo, Wen Ji, I'm too drunk to drink, I'm a little dizzy..."

As she said that, Wen Ji was about to soften into Yang Zhuo's arms...