Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: Peerless Village Girl

Chapter 132 Inspiration
A country girl who has never been to school, just hid outside the school window and eavesdropped on the teacher's lectures. Not only can she read and write well, but she can also compose amazing famous poems. If such a person is not a genius, So what is a genius?

Alas, I'm not even as good as a village girl, I'm really ashamed, and the countless talents in the Tang Dynasty are also ashamed!

Mu Xiaofeng sighed, he no longer had the high-spirited spirit he had before, and felt a little more heavy and self-blame in his heart. It seemed that he hadn't worked hard enough!
All the girls drank a lot of wine, their pretty faces flushed, and they looked more and more charming. Mo Feiyi only drank a little, her cheeks were flushed because she couldn't hold enough alcohol, and she was already a little drunk, and she leaned lazily On Li Jinnan's fragrant shoulders.

Mu Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little heart pounding, the beauty was slightly drunk, her jade cheeks were flushed, her eyes were like water, and her lazy demeanor added a bit of soul-stirring charm.

A strong impulse that could not be restrained suddenly surged in his heart, Mu Xiaofeng stretched out his big hand, and shouted loudly: "Miss Fei Yi, don't move, write and ink!"

Everyone was stunned for a long while, but the girl who was accompanying her reacted quickly, and quickly ordered the waiter to put out pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and she rubbed the ink on the side.

Mu Xiaofeng held the pen and stared blankly at Mo Feiyi, who was slightly drunk, but didn't write, but Li Jinnan couldn't stand it, and urged: "Hey, why are you so dazed? You still don't write?"

Wang Yunyu's heart was full of mixed feelings for a while. Although she was used to the unexpected behavior of calligraphers and painters when inspiration suddenly came, it was just that her lover found inspiration from Mo Feiyi. For a while, it was inevitable that she felt a little sour. , just silently drinking wine.

Seeing it in his eyes, Mo Feiyi felt a little joy in his heart, a faint smile naturally escaped from the corners of Dan Hong's lips.

Mu Xiaofeng's breathing was stagnant, his eyes were bright, he took a deep breath, stretched his sleeves, and dabbed in the long white scroll.

The proprietress and others all held their breath and watched quietly, so as not to disturb his painting.

Mu Xiaofeng's inspiration came suddenly, and his thoughts flew away. The right hand holding the brush was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and there was never a half-minute lag.

At this time, he was completely addicted to it physically and mentally, and entered the state of forgetfulness and willfulness. When the last stroke of floating brushwork was finished, he seemed to collapse, and he fell on the chair, and the clothes on his body were soaked in sweat.

Mo Feiyi, Wang Yunyu and the others stared at the scroll in a daze, and the private room was silent for a while.

(End of this chapter)