Chapter 132: The return date is not far

"I'm invited this old man, I wonder what you call him?" Liu Yiu saw that the old man was striding up and had a bit of a demeanor. Moreover, this was the base of the Left Guards. If he could walk in with a swagger, his identity must be good, so he politely bowed to him.

"Haha, I'll give up on the title. I'm just a person who loves calligraphy. I heard that everyone Liu is here, so I want to ask everyone Liu for advice. I hope everyone Liu can give me advice! Don't refuse." The old man smiled and bowed to Liu Yian, unwilling to reveal his identity.

Yes, another person came to ask for calligraphy. Liu Yiu shook his head. He really couldn't figure it out. He just wrote the Song font in advance and did not do anything earth-shaking. How could it arouse such a big reaction from these literati? He hid in the palace and someone could find him?

I looked at the old man and saw that he was calm and kind-hearted, and he looked like a well-educated person. Liu Yiu gave in and invited him into the house.

The two sat down around the table, and Liu Yi ordered Xiao Suo to serve tea.

The old man took the tea bowl, took a sip first without hesitation, looked at Liu Yi and said, "I went to the 'Qingfeng Pavilion' yesterday to see the authentic works of Liu. I sincerely admire Liu's calligraphy. Liu Yi is young and has such achievements, which is rare!"

"Also, when I look at Liu Jia's calligraphy, the characters are square, clear edges and corners, and the structure is extremely rigorous, neat and uniform, and the strokes are extremely rhythmic. It makes people happy to read. It is different from the previous five calligraphy styles, namely, cursive, official, seal and running, but you can see the shadows of these calligraphy from it, which should be in line with each other. However, this kind of calligraphy seems to be somewhat not suitable for writing with a brush. I wonder where Liu Jia's creation was created?"

An expert can tell if there is any one, and this old man is undoubtedly an expert.

"Mr. Liu's wise eyes," Liu nodded slightly and fooled the old man: "Liu's calligraphy was originally due to regular script characters. However, when he was young, he was poor and had no money to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. Therefore, he often wrote and practiced on sand and mud on branches or small knives. Over time, the characters he wrote became like this. Therefore, the kid was not as profound as outsiders thought in calligraphy, and he did not dare to compare it with Ouyang and Yu's secret agents. The title of Liu made the kid very ashamed."

"It's so?" The old man nodded suddenly and said, "No wonder I can see the meaning of a little bit of knife in the shape of Liu Master Liu. It turns out that this is the case. However, Liu Master Liu master can learn from the fine sand and soil that the five different writing methods are all different from the five calligraphy styles, namely, cursive, official, seal and calligraphy. It also shows that Liu Master Liu is very talented."

"We should know that since ancient times, there have been many poor scholars, and there are many people who learn calligraphy with branches and knives. However, only one person who can create a new style of calligraphy is the character Liu Da. In my opinion, from this book, Liu Ma is worthy of being famous for all ages. The name of Liu Ma is well deserved!"

"The old man is too much, boy is ashamed!" Liu Yiuan said modestly with his head down.

"Liu is too humble. Actually, I came here today. In addition to visiting Liu, I also wanted to ask everyone for a calligraphy treasure from Liu. I wonder if Liu can write a picture for me?" The old man stood up and bowed to Liu Yi. Seeing his appearance, he was full of sincerity.

"What's the problem? The old man doesn't dislike it, so he will not refuse!" Liu Yiu also stood up and said to Xiao Suo, "Xiao Suo, come and find some pens, ink, paper, and inkstone."

With a safe way to retreat in his heart, Liu Yi no longer cares about others' words about him as a master of calligraphy. His fame is like a cloud for him. Since someone wants it, then write it to him.

After Xiao Suo prepared everything, Liu Yi nodded to the old man, then picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:

"The moonlight in front of the bed,

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,

I bow my head and think of my hometown.”

Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" is a simple poem that even children could recite in his previous life, which is very consistent with Liu Yi's current state of mind, so he picked up his pen and wrote it out.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown." The old man put his body to the table, slowly recited these two poems, then looked at Liu Yiyi, and asked Liu Yi softly, "Are you homesick, Liu?"

"Haha, the boy has lost his composure, which makes the old man laugh." Liu Yi put down his pen and chuckled: "I don't hide it from the old man. This trip to Chang'an is the first time that the boy left home, and his return date is uncertain, so he can't help but have some concerns in his heart."

"It's normal for human beings, it's normal for human beings," the old man nodded his head and sighed: "I remember that back then, I also left homesick at a young age. I have a deep understanding of everyone's homesickness. Now seeing this poem by everyone, although it's simple, it makes people feel quite moved in my heart."

"Well, okay, okay, don't mention this, old man, please look at this calligraphy," Liu Yi shook his head, exposed the sad topic, picked up the paper on the table, handed it to the old man, and asked, "I don't know that this calligraphy can touch the old man's eyes?"

"Where is this bad thing that everyone Liu wrote? I thank you for your thanks to Mr. here." The old man bowed slightly to Liu Yi, then carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms. His expression and movement seemed to be pretending to be something amazing.

"Mr. Liu, come down to visit the Prince!" Xiao Suo almost trotted into the house, with his face very excited. His Highness, the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty, would be a great honor to see him. In Xiao Suo's eyes, countless little stars even appeared.

"Oh?" Liu Yi raised his eyebrows. What did Li Chengqian come here to do? He looked up at the old man opposite and saw that his expression was still very calm and there was no big change. It can be seen that the old man was not very interested in Li Chengqian's identity, and he was considered a great man.

Liu Yi and his group opened the door and came out. Seeing Li Chengqian standing there with his hands behind his back, they all stepped forward to greet him.

"Xiaomin greets His Highness the Crown Prince! He has been waiting here for a long time. Please forgive me!" Liu You bent over and said.

"I pay homage to the Crown Prince!" The old man also bowed his hands and bowed to Li Chengqian.

"Master Fang? Are you here too?" Li Chengqian looked at Old Man Fang unexpectedly, thinking to himself why did this old man have the time to run to the left guard army? And he was also mingling with Liu Yi. He waved his hand to them and said, "Mr. Liu and Lord Fang don't have to be so polite. Let's go to the house to talk."

"Please let's go inside your prince!" The two of them moved aside, Li Chengqian pulled his feet and took the lead in the room.

"Master Fang," when entering the house, Liu Yiqing approached the old man Fang, bowed his hand and asked softly: "Do you dare to ask if Master Fang is Zuo Pushe, Fang Qiao, and Master Fang?"

"I'm not talented, it's me," Fang Xuanling bowed and chuckled, "I had hidden it just now, I hope everyone, don't blame me."

Seeing him admitting, Liu Yiu couldn't help but stayed up for a moment, and finally, he saw another great man.

Even though Liu Yi was not very familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty, he had heard of the word "Fang Mou Duan". Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Li Shimin, two top strategists, who made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty's prosperity such as Zhenguan.

However, the old man's appearance was really disappointing. Beside his round face, his small eyes, short and thick eyebrows, because he was old, his forehead and neck were full of folds. Although he looked a bit like a scholar, he was far from the image of a strategist in Liu Yi's heart with a feather fan and a scarf.

"Mr. Liu, Lord Fang, you all sit there too. There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to be too polite." Li Chengqian raised his hand and asked Liu Yi and Fang Xuanling to sit down. After they were all sitting down, Li Chengqian looked up at Fang Xuanling and asked him, "Lord Fang has always been busy with official business. I have a rare time to come here today, but for Mr. Liu?"

"What the Prince of the Crown Prince said is very true," Fang Xuanling replied: "I heard that Liu, who had created Liu's calligraphy, is now temporarily living in the left guard army. I was attracted by it, so I came to check it out and asked everyone Liu for a painting of ink."

"Well, I have heard of Liu's calligraphy. Even my father loved it very much. It is admirable that Mr. Liu was able to create such calligraphy!" Li Chengqian also bowed his hand and put on a small high hat on Liu Yi.

"Your Highness is too much, and Xiaomin is ashamed." Liu Yiwei bent over and asked, "I wonder why your highness is coming at this moment? But what has changed in the Queen's condition?"

"That's not. Since I took the medicinal meal prescribed by Mr. Liu, my mother's complexion has been very good. She is playing with Ji Nu and Yizi at this moment," Li Chengqian looked at Liu Yi with gratitude. He knew that all of these were Liu Yi's contributions.

"I came here this time, one is to thank Mr. Yu, and the other is to tell him good news." Li Chengqian continued: "The Taoist Master Sun, whom Mr. Liu recommended before, has been found. However, Taoist Master Sun is now in Shu. Even if he is rushing, he will probably have to wait seven days before he can reach Chang'an."
Chapter completed!