Chapter 309: Disguised as a man to conquer the noble prince 22
It is definitely the dream of most people to be accepted as a disciple by Lu Gong, who is known as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in Daliang.
However, Master Wang Mengzhi had a kindness to Liu Yuanfang. If Shu Ange became Duke Lu's disciple, how should he repay Mr. Mengzhi's kindness?
Therefore, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Shu Ange euphemistically said that he had apprenticed to Master Wuming, and he could only thank Duke Lu for his love.
Everyone thought about Shu Ange's extraordinary medical skills, and thought that after they understood it, they valued her even more.
There are many people in this world who seek fame and reputation, and who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors for the sake of profit, such as Shu Ange, who are so magnanimous as a child are really rare.
So, Shu Ange unknowingly gained a favorable impression.
There are often gatherings in Lugongbeiyuan. The people who come here include his old friends, and there are also scholars who come to write articles, and there are many children from the poor family.
However, although Duke Lu received articles from different backgrounds, his vision was very high. Now that he has read two articles by Shu Ange, ordinary articles are even more difficult to catch in his eyes.
In the days of Duke Lu's Courtyard, Shu Ange spent most of the time with Xiao Zhan. Apart from never living with him, Xiao Zhan was inseparable with him, and his favorability score reached 47.
The increasing favorability made Shu Ange a little guilty, and Xiao Zhan has now referred her to his lifelong confidant.
If he knew that she had been deceiving him from beginning to end, would he be able to forgive her?
The more Lixian Xiao Zhan is, the more guilt Shu Ange feels. In order to atone for his sins, she hastened to take care of his body.
Except for the first day, Shu Ange would get up every day for morning exercise. She could feel the feeling of blockage in her body getting weaker and weaker, and she felt more comfortable when adjusting her internal breath.
Not only has her body improved, but her strength has also increased, and she is no longer as weak as before when she picks up the epee.
Shu Ange not only does morning exercises by herself, but she also encourages Xiao Zhan to practice Wu Qin Xi every morning to strengthen his body.
However, Xiao Zhan kept putting it off, and she couldn't force him to exercise, so the matter could only be stopped temporarily.
Even so, with Shu Ange's unique acupuncture secrets and diet therapy, Xiao Zhan clearly felt that his body was much stronger than before.
But he was afraid that all this was only temporary, so he did not mention it to anyone other than writing it in a letter from home and sending it to his parents.
In a blink of an eye, Shu Ange had been stopped at Lu Gong's Courtyard for four days. She felt like an arrow in her heart, but Xiao Zhan kept guests many times, so she couldn't refuse.
In the afternoon, in the study, Xiao Zhan stood contemplating at the table, drawing danqing on the sparse bamboo outside the window.
Shu Ange stood at the table grinding ink, and his fingers were stained with the fragrance of cloud ink and some ink.
Xiao Zhan is painting to the splendid places, and he wields his brush freely and freely. Even Shu Ange, who grinds ink for him, can feel the vitality and power contained in this painting.
The cold mountain is steep, with a lot of trees, and a few clumps of bamboo stick out tenaciously from the rocks.
"Thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er is wind from east, west, south and north."
Shu Ange couldn't help but exclaim, Xiao Zhan's imagination is very rich, and Dan Qing's depiction is even more vivid.
"Good poem! If Yunyang doesn't mind, Brother Yu wants to write these two poems on the painting."
Xiao Zhan's eyes were bright, if he had a tail, he would definitely wag it happily.
This poem was originally a famous poem borrowed by Shu Ange. How could she refuse Xiao Zhan: "Brother Weizhen is too polite. This poem was accidentally seen by Yunyang, and now it looks like a perfect match for this painting."
Xiao Zhan laughed, wrote the poem in the blank space of the painting, and indicated the time, place and mood of the painting.
At the time of the beautiful scenery, Xiao Zhan ordered Qiaomu to hang up the scroll and wait for the ink marks to dry.
"Lang Jun, it's not good!"