"Xi Zhi can let you miss him and shed tears of gratitude."

    Wang Xizhi''s voice was vaguely excited and trembling.

    Tang Hao looked at the floating scroll in the void, his eyes flashing.

    "No, no, brother Xizhi''s calligraphy is super holy. Can I take one or two and watch them at home?"

    Wang Xizhi said respectfully, "you don''t have to be polite. If you take it, I can only ask for it for a moment. Can I be reborn into future generations?"

    "It''s easy to say."

    While talking, Tang Hao ordered reincarnation to Yan Zhenqing.

    "Congratulations on the success of Wang Xizhi''s reincarnation."

    Looking at the lost scroll in his hand, Tang Hao was stunned.

    "This... Today... No harvest?"

    When I was disappointed, my mind was confused.

    A strange force suddenly added to me, and my thinking became clearer.

    Gradually, a picture in my mind gradually became clear.

    Next to an ink pool, a disheveled scribe held a pen and wantonly inscribed freely on a blank. The place where pen and ink pass is like smoke and clouds, and the stars are like the vast sea, which makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

    Large characters in regular script appear in front of us. Each character seems to have a soul, telling Wang Xizhi''s life

    "Hoo"

    Tang Hao breathed out slowly, and his face gradually calmed down, sighing in his heart.

    "It turns out that the subtlety of this calligraphy is as profound and vast as martial arts."

    Tang Hao was inspired by this feeling of wanton brushwork and carefree dripping. He wished he could write quickly at this time.

    Unconsciously, he came to the door of song''s house and sent song Ruoxin back.

    It was afternoon when Tang Hao, who was ecstatic, returned home. He was confined in the wing room until his servant came to shout for meals. He didn''t come out until he ran out of rice paper in the wing room for half a night.

    Early the next morning, Tang Hao went out early to buy some rolls of paper for writing. He happened to meet song Ruoxin on the way. Unexpectedly, song Ruoxin studied calligraphy deeply, so he had a good conversation with Tang Hao on the topic of tea instead of wine and words.

    Unaware that it was almost noon, Tang Hao was afraid that yesterday''s villains would make trouble again, so he resolutely sent song Ruoxin home again.

    The carriage carrying the two people passed slowly. Suddenly, gongs and drums and firecrackers roared in my ears.

    "Oh! What are so many people doing?"

    Sitting on the horse, song Ruoxin raised the tassels on the carriage and exclaimed.

    As the voice came with surprise, Tang Hao also looked down where song Ruoxin pointed.

    Not far away, Yu''s house was decorated with lanterns. There were many guests at the door. It looked like doing big things.

    Tang Hao also had a little doubt and frowned slightly at Song Ruoxin on the horse.

    "Do you know why Yu''s house is so busy today?"

    "Looking at the words on the door, is it birthday? Or is it adding new people?"

    Song Ruoxin suddenly remembered.

    "Childe Tang, I heard from my father that the second childe of Yu''s house married today. I almost forgot about it."

    "Yu''s residence is a literary and ink aristocratic family. Today, Duke Yu''s calligraphy attainments are among the best in the Tang Dynasty. Would you like to have a look, son of Tang?"

    Tang Hao remembered that the servant girl said yesterday that Li Jing was greedy for a few more cups yesterday and was caught in the wind and cold. I''m afraid I can''t attend the banquet. I''d better visit myself.

    "OK."

    Tang Hao led Wu Zhui to the door of the house and looked at the house to find out what the happy event was. Song Ruoxin also tidied up his clothes after the horse and was ready to enter the house.

    Seeing Tang Hao looking inside, the servants of the family stopped Tang Hao and bowed politely.

    "I don''t know your name. Please come here and sign a post first."

    Then he made a gesture of invitation.

    Tang Haofu wrote his name on the paying table.

    Tang Hao?

    The two Ding at the table looked at each other and shook their heads. For a moment, they couldn''t remember which famous childe Tang Hao was.

    "Which family is your son? What''s your position now?"

    "White body."

    The servant put away his modest smile and turned to his cold face.

    "Do you know that all the people who came to Yu''s house today are dignitaries and dignitaries, Bai Shen? I''m sorry. Please go back."

    Tang Hao looked at the servant who turned his face faster than the book and sneered.

    In this era, although the folk customs are open, the division of family and class has long been deep-rooted. There is a clear distinction between poor families and distinguished families, and there is an insurmountable gap.

    At present, the Ding family must think that he is coming to sneak into the conference, climb the power and make friends with the rich, so as to seek a post for himself in the future.

    At this time, song Ruoxin, who was well dressed, went to Tang Hao''s side. When he saw the servant blocking him, he scolded.

    "Presumptuous! He is the son-in-law of Li Jing''s family. How dare you stop him? Who gives you the courage?"

    "Get out of the way."

    The servant''s face suddenly changed. Song Ruoxin knew it. Since Song Ruoxin said it, the childe''s identity must be true.

    Immediately, he bowed his hands and bowed his body 90 degrees to make amends again and again.

    "I have eyes but no eyes. Please forgive me, childe Tang. This way, please. Two inside, please."

    He said respectfully and stepped aside.

    Tang Hao didn''t care about the servant and went straight into Yu''s house.

    Today''s Yu mansion is full of Gaopeng and bustling.

    People sat on both sides of the hall, wearing festive costumes and smiling.

    And above the hall, Yongxing Gongyu Shi sat on the south end of the hall, smiling and twisting his beard, looking very happy.

    There was an endless stream of people in the hall who came to send gifts.

    "Luoyang ordered Du Shengcheng to present a golden Buddha."

    "Chen fade, Minister of Dali temple, presented a Ruihu jade cup."

    "Yang Mingqing, Minister of Zongzheng temple, presented an emerald jade card."

    ……

    The guests are all wangmen family, and the gifts are even more valuable.

    "Tang Hao, Li Fuxian''s son-in-law, came to celebrate."

    At this time, the manager of Yu family read Tang Hao''s name. It''s time for Tang Hao to give gifts.

    Hearing this cry, Tang Hao was stunned! I was just passing by, empty handed and forgot to bring a congratulatory gift.

    Song Ruoxin, standing beside him, also gave a soft cry.

    "No, I forgot to remind you to bring a gift. What should I do?"

    Remember to stamp your feet when you talk.

    Tang Hao smiled bitterly.

    He also knew that song Ruoxin could not be blamed for this. He and his wife had been looking for the master of the Song family. Unexpectedly, they caught up with this.

    Looking at Tang Hao who was empty, song Ruoxin turned her eyes and took off a jade bracelet from her wrist.

    "Young master Tang, take this bracelet as a gift."

    Seeing that this was song Ruoxin''s personal belongings, Tang Hao quickly declined.

    "How can this work? Take it back quickly. It''s absolutely not allowed."

    Song Ruoxin''s anxious forehead exuded fine sweat and said, "you... Take it first."

    Tang Hao''s thoughts suddenly turned. A moment later, his face was filled with confidence.

    "No, I have my own way."

    Then he strode to the center of the hall.