Quickly wear the male god's cover

Chapter 375
When encountering something of great interest, Liang Zhixu was completely immersed in it.

He forgot who he was talking to, and being able to listen to Fan Hua's words was already a bit of a distraction.

After revealing his true feelings, Liang Zhixu no longer had the embarrassment he had just had, only his obsession with calligraphy and painting remained.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The flowers filled his stomach, he squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Liang Zhixu maintaining his original posture without even turning his neck.

Looks like she's going to have to change her mind.

With such a weak boy, even she has to bow down to him when he concentrates!

Fanhua took another look at the remaining full scrolls. In order to prevent the other party from losing their eyesight before reaching the town where they settled down, Fanhua had to remind them again: "You can change the wording."

"No, no, I'm not tired at all."

Liang Zhixu continued to hold on to the writing in his hand.

Until, the scroll in his hand was snatched away.

He raised his head dissatisfied, bumped into Fanhua's displeased indifferent eyes, and suddenly woke up like a dream.

"Change!"

Fanhua's eyes fell on the other scrolls on the table, and her tone was unquestionable.

Liang Zhixu couldn't bear such a menacing gaze, he quickly lowered his head, but his face was drooping, no matter how wronged he looked, it was as if someone had taken away his beloved.

All right, all right, just change!

The aggrieved Liang Zhixu secretly glanced at the writing in Fanhua's hand, reluctantly looked away, picked up another scroll on the table, and slowly rolled it out.

The moment the scrolls were fully unfolded, Liang Zhixu's aggrieved eyes instantly shone brightly.

"Qin Sanquan's autumn mountain painting, one of the four great painters in the history of Lan Kingdom!"

"Ah."

Seeing that he finally diverted his attention, Fanhua rolled up the words in his hand and put them aside casually.

The first one is the authentic work of a calligrapher, and the second one is the autumn mountain picture by a famous painter. Liang Zhixu can no longer describe his surprise at the moment.

Without waiting for Fanhua to talk, he quickly opened the third, fourth, and fifth scrolls.

The original handwriting of Wang Yuan, the originator of running script, the post of An Yuanzhi, the peak cursive script, and the horse picture of Pan Long, whom he admired the most...

As if discovering a treasure, every time Liang Zhixu opened a scroll, the light in his eyes brightened a little.

In the end, he already held a large handful of priceless calligraphy and paintings in his arms. At this moment, Liang Zhixu felt that he was rich, and at the same time, after feasting his eyes, he died at this moment, and he died without any regrets. .

For the rest of the journey, the carriage was no longer silent, and Liang Zhixu's admiration was everywhere.

The carriage stopped, Ding Xiang opened the curtain of the car, Fan Hua stood up and fell lightly.

The other person did not move for a long time, and Ding Xiang, who was helpless as a coolie, hurried to look and found that Liang Zhixu was frowning and thinking hard at the unfolded words.

"Young Master Liang, you can kill flies with your brows, why is your expression so tangled?"

"This calligraphy is of such a high level that I have never seen it before. It actually combines the advantages of many masters. It is amazing to see how well the pen is written. But why is it not signed? Which master inherited it from it?"

Ding Xiang leaned over her head and took a look, "I don't know the others, but I know this one. This is our boss's name!"

"Your boss?" Liang Zhixu raised his head suddenly, deeply shocked.

"Yes, don't you think it looks familiar? The three words on the plaque in our Taohuazhai were also written by our boss!"

(End of this chapter)