Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"Ouyang Shu, what's the rush in summoning me here?"

A white-bearded elder burst through the door, his surprise apparent upon seeing a room full of doctors.

What's the matter? Could it be that something has happened to Ouyang Shu?

He pushed through the crowd and saw Ouyang Shu sitting in a chair, nervously apologizing to a young man.

"???"

"What's this?"

"Liu Changqing! You've finally arrived!"

The old master Ouyang Shu, as if seeing a savior, shooed everyone out of the study.

"Let me tell you, don't be surprised when you see that calligraphy work later!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Changqing snorted dismissively, scoffing with a smile. What kind of calligraphy work hadn't he seen? Even his ancestral home was filled with genuine works of Liu Gongquan.

Ouyang Shu produced the prescription written by Song Yun earlier with a sly grin and handed it to Liu Changqing.

The first impression upon seeing it – just two words: beautiful.

But pondering more deeply, one would perceive the writer's realm as towering as Mt. Tai. For the first time, Liu Changqing, who spent his lifetime studying calligraphy, felt he was inferior to another!

He who penned this work couldn't be simply called a great calligrapher, but a grandmaster!

Unconsciously, Liu Changqing compared these characters to his ancestor's and was astonished to find that even the genuine works at home seemed slightly inferior!

"It must be that reclusive genius making a move from the mountains!"

Liu Changqing exclaimed with fervor, "Ouyang Shu! I've never asked anyone for anything in my life, but now I only ask you to introduce me to this person!"

"Hehe, if I said I wrote these characters, would you believe it?"

"Bullshit! You can't even grasp the true meaning in the characters! You'll never catch up to the author even if you tried until your dying breath!"

Unruffled by these words, Ouyang Shu smiled and said, "Well, if you now admit that you're not as good as me at calligraphy, I'll make the introduction for you, how about that?"

"You!!!"

Liu Changqing, his beard puffing in indignation and eyes bulging, nearly passed out from sheer frustration. To tell the truth, their skills in calligraphy weren't much different; it was just that he, having a vast collection at home, occasionally made slight improvements by studying them.

People outside always compared his calligraphy with Ouyang Shu's, and usually, he came out ahead. But he never expected that this old rascal harbored such pettiness, remembering it all this time!

"I'm not your equal, alright?"

Meanwhile, as Song Yun and his group left the study, Ouyang Jie supported Song Yun to rest in a quiet room.

Sitting in a chair, Song Yun couldn't help but marvel at the Ouyang Family's status as one of the top three clans in Forty-nine City, where every room was furnished with brush and ink on the desk, truly a scholarly family.

He pondered deeply and picked up a brush to inscribe a few sentences on paper casually; during this process, Song Yun surprisingly found that his nearly drained spirit was gradually recovering!

This discovery caused Song Yun to write more immersedly, and eventually, he reached a state of unity with heaven and earth, writing obliviously, filling the page.

"Holy shit! Your writing..."

Ouyang Jie was speechless beside him, searching his mind for the right compliment, and could only exclaim, "Your handwriting is truly fucking beautiful!"

There was nothing for it; having never properly studied literature, now faced with a piece worthy of being passed down through generations, he could only helplessly proclaim his admiration: bro, you're awesome 666!

"Phew~"

Song Yun let out a long sigh of stale air, now feeling revitalized as if reborn.

"Brother, your writing is amazing!"

"You like it? Then it's yours."

On hearing this, Ouyang Jie treasured the paper as though it were a priceless artifact, carefully drying the ink. He planned to find an expensive frame later, to mount this masterpiece and hang it in his room – how could anyone not give him a thumbs-up and praise his profound knowledge of literature and poetry in the future?

"I'm going back to my room, you play by yourself."

After Song Yun left, Ouyang Jie still immersed in his miniature world, was unable to extricate himself. By the time he came to his senses, he realized the room was left with only himself.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what sort of creature is this brother of mine, rich, tough in a fight, able to heal, and, most importantly, his calligraphy is quite good! He's a true pillar of society!"

Ouyang Jie, stroking his chin, grew fonder of the piece of writing; no, I must make a mark to prove this writing was given to me by Song Yun, for when Song Yun's fame takes off, this piece will surely increase in value!

He picked up a writing brush and at the end of the piece, he scrawled messily: Presented to my brother Ouyang Jie by Song Yun, to show brotherly affection!

Perfect!

"Hahaha, doesn't Grandpa really like calligraphy? I'll take it over and make him green with envy!"

At this moment, Ouyang Jie had no idea about the hellish treatment he was about to face, feeling nothing but delight in how righteous his brother Song Yun was, and how gloriously easy it was to hang out with him in public!

"Grandpa!"

Ouyang Jie pushed open the door to the study and burst in excitedly.

"Are you that idle? Why aren't you back at the camp yet?"

Ouyang Shu glared at his grandson with dissatisfaction, carefully storing Song Yun's piece of writing.

This grandson of his had always been rough and tumble from a young age, and if he ruined Song Yun's original piece, he'd have nowhere to even cry over it.

"I..."

"What 'I'? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing his grandfather's words, Ouyang Jie mysteriously revealed the paper roll in his hand, "Grandpa, take a look at this writing, what do you think?"

"Let go! Let go!"

Ouyang Shu angrily slapped his grandson's arm, as rolling up the paper could easily damage it; anything good would be ruined in this kid's hands!

"Shall I take a look with Liu?"

"Sure, I am curious to see what treasure little Jie has brought."

The paper slowly unfurled, and the first character of Song Yun's writing had just been revealed when the two elders' gazes sharpened—this handwriting looked so very familiar!

As the full sheet spread out on the desk, Liu Changqing stood frozen, the sentence on the piece was chaotic, but the characters themselves were nothing less than top-notch!

And to think of his own writing, it was like dog crap by comparison!

"Marvelous! Free-spirited and unconventional!"

Liu Changqing leaned in close to the piece, observing carefully and praising continuously, "Little Jie, where did you get this piece of writing?"

"Hehe, keep looking, there's a signature at the end!"

Ouyang Jie said proudly, with his head held high.

Both elders looked unanimously at the end, which read: Presented to my brother Ouyang Jie by Song Yun, to show brotherly affection!

These squiggly words were like a few rat droppings mixed into a good pot of porridge, heartbreaking to discard, yet revolting to consume!

"This...Song Yun...who is that?"

Liu Changqing racked his brain but had no memory of this name, while Ouyang Shu's complexion turned ever more livid.

"Tsk, tsk, what a waste of good writing."

Liu Changqing sighed and asked, "Who wrote these words at the end?"

"Ouyang Jie! Get over here!"

Ouyang Shu pulled off his leather belt and furiously lashed it onto the ground, thundering, "Do you have any idea what you've done!!!"