It has to be said that Liu Qingyan is indeed a medical student. She knows the important points of the human body and is proficient in various techniques. After a massage, Lu Zheng felt comfortable and relaxed.

“Lu Lang~”

“Huh?”

“That water-proof bead was Lu Lang’s betrothal gift to Qingyan , From today on, Qingyan is Lu Langzhi... Wu——"

　...

The next day, she felt refreshed and exhausted.

In the morning, Liu Qingyan got dressed first, then helped Lu Zheng get dressed and wash up, and then had breakfast at home before getting ready to go home.

"Lu Lang." Liu Qingyan took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Zheng, "I see that Lu Lang is absent from time to time on weekdays and nights, and Qingyan does not disturb Lu Lang's practice. There is a strand of Qingyan's tail hair in this sachet. If Lu Lang misses Qingyan, he can hold the sachet and call Qingyan's name, and Qingyan will come."

"Okay." Lu Zheng took the sachet and put it in his arms, then grabbed Liu Qingyan who was about to leave, "By the way, I have one more thing to pick up today, so don't go to the medical clinic today. Please accompany me to Qingshan Zhai first."

"Qingshan Zhai?" Liu Qingyan was stunned, and immediately knew what was going on, her face bloomed, "Has Lu Lang finished writing?"< br />
"Of course, go and see if you are satisfied with it." Lu Zheng said with a smile.

"Lu Lang's running script is well-organized and smooth, which is of course very good." Liu Qingyan said with a smile, extremely happy that Lu Zheng took her matter to heart.

As she said this, Liu Qingyan obeyed and did not leave. Instead, she and Lu Zheng went out together and came to Qingshan Zhai in the south of the city.

“Master Lu is here!”

The shopkeeper of Qingshan Zhai is a middle-aged man with a mustache named Zhu Yitang. He is a scholar and is known as Tonglin County. Qiu Wei was good at both calligraphy and painting, but Qiu Wei failed in many attempts and later opened a calligraphy and painting shop.

A few days ago, Lu Zheng sent him a piece of calligraphy for him to frame. The calligraphy was so smooth and smooth that it made him feel itchy and unbearable. He didn’t want Lu Zheng’s money, but just asked for permission. He made a rubbing so that he could observe and learn from it from time to time.

What can Lu Zheng do? Of course I agreed to him.

For those who love calligraphy, if they can write a good calligraphy, they will naturally gain the other person’s enthusiasm and respect, just like Lu Zheng did to Zhu Yitang.

"Have the words been framed?" Lu Zheng asked.

“It’s framed and framed. I used silk from Liji Cloth Factory in the state capital and incense poinciana wood from Yaozhou. It was made by the master craftsman in the shop to ensure that it will not deteriorate for a hundred years. Corruption can be passed down from generation to generation." Zhu Yitang said anxiouslySaid hurriedly.

“Brother Zhu, you’ve put your heart into it.” Lu Zheng cupped his hands and thanked him.

"It should be, it should be. If there is a slight negligence, wouldn't it be a disservice to Brother Lu's masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation." Zhu Yitang's eyes lit up and he said with excitement.

Lu Zheng smiled, thinking that he had added a few rays of luck to his calligraphy in vain. With his current calligraphy skills, even if he is not as good as Wang Xizhi, he is probably not far behind.

“Take a look.” Lu Zheng said.

Then Zhu Yitang led the two of them into the back hall and came to a wooden plaque covered with linen.

"Please take a look!" Zhu Yitang said, and then reached out and pulled away the linen cloth on the wooden plaque.

This wooden plaque is eight feet square, with an outer frame made of dark red poinciana wood. It is carved with various herbal medicines in a simple but fascinating way. I can’t say it is a masterpiece in the world, but it is also the best. Technique.

There is dark yellow silk as a frame in the wooden plaque frame, which is three inches wide. In the center is the calligraphy sent by Lu Zheng.

Doctors are kindhearted!

"I should have thought that this was for Renxintang." Zhu Yitang smiled and complimented Liu Qingyan, "Exquisite medical skills and compassion for others. They are indeed like doctors, and they complement each other!"

Liu Qingyan looked at the words and felt that the four words were freehand and erratic. She couldn't help but feel excited. Her eyes were full of water and her lips were smiling like flowers. This performance was of course very satisfying.

"Brother Zhu, please ask someone to send it to Renxin Hall and hang it up today." Lu Zheng said.

"Okay!" Zhu Yitang greeted the two guys and asked them to carry the plaque to Renxintang.

Next, he invited the two of them to the front hall to serve tea, and then said to Lu Zheng, "Brother Lu, your words are like clouds flowing from the sky, with freehand brushwork that is difficult for others to match. You Are you really not willing to consign a few paintings to Zhu?"

Liu Qingyan smiled slightly, and from the meaning of Zhu Yitang's words, she knew that he had been rejected by Lu Zheng before.

Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I'm not short of money, and if I don't make a living by selling my writing, I'd better leave it to those who need it more."

"But if I don't have Brother Lu's book , isn’t this world losing a treasure?” Zhu Yitang said regretfully.

Good guy, we are a calligraphy and painting studio in Tonglin County, Yizhou Prefecture, Lingbei Province, Da Jingchao, okay? I’m just a loser, but you have so much courage to say it directly. A world treasure.

Lu Zheng just smiled and refused. Zhu Yitang knew that Lu Zheng had a house and a shop, and his life was indeed worry-free, so he could only sigh and stop persuading him.

After chatting with Zhu Yitang for a few more words in Qingshanzhai, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan said goodbye and left. Then they returned to Renxintang and found that the plaque had been hung up.

“Lu Lang.” Mr. Liu greeted with a smile.

Lu Zheng licked his lips. He didn't know what to call him for a moment. Let's call him father-in-law. It seems that he and Liu Qingyan haven't gone through the process yet. Let's call him Liu Bo. He slept with his daughter last night.

Liu Qingyan pursed her lips and snickered, but seeing the embarrassment on Lu Zheng’s face, she still whispered to save her, "Just call me Uncle Liu, we will be the same as before."

"Uncle Liu."

"Come on, come on." Mr. Liu didn't mind what Lu Zheng called him, he just pulled Lu Zheng to the calligraphy that had just been hung in the middle hall of Renxin Hall, " Did you write this?"

"Yes!"

"What a wonderful calligraphy! I didn't know you had such good calligraphy, Lu Lang."
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"It's overrated. Isn't writing a basic skill for scholars?"

The two scholars who happened to come to see a doctor next to them and were admiring this calligraphy immediately turned around and looked into Lu Zheng's eyes. Full of weirdness.

Which college does this person come from, and he would say such unworthy words? Do their teachers and classmates know about it? Didn't you hit him?

Those who can write to this level have almost the same meaning as those who are top scorers in high school and say, "Isn't it just a matter of having good hands to take the exam?" They all deserve to die!

Lu Zheng glanced at the two scholars, ignored the resentment in their eyes, nodded and smiled.

The two scholars immediately smiled and cupped their hands, expressing their admiration.

　…

One day passed, Lu Zheng went to Liu’s house again for dinner, taught Hu Zhou how to knife for half an hour, and then let him go.

At night, Lu Zheng sat alone on the bedside, thinking about it and struggling for a long time. Finally he took out the sachet, held it in his hand, and called out twice, "Qingyan - Qing Yan——"

I just try it to see if it works, nothing else.

“Dong~dong~dong~”

There was a knock on the door, and I had no sleep tonight.