Madame Yun took out that piece of calligraphy, and as she looked at the bold and unrestrained strokes on it, she felt an intense, piercing aura emanating from it. Even though she was illiterate, she was taken aback, "Is this really the Madman's handwriting?"
Between the lines, there was a sense of arrogance and wildness.
Shen Bijun nodded, "Mm."
Madame Yun examined it carefully, reading the content aloud, "May you live as long as the southern mountains? This blessing isn't bad. It's very suitable for an elderly person, and it's just so timely. Zhengyang, take a look."
Madame Yun, not knowing how to read, only thought it was well written, so she passed the piece to Yun Zhengyang to see.
Yun Zhengyang, who had studied calligraphy, was immediately struck with admiration after seeing it, "Good writing!"
After appreciating the calligraphy for a while, he suddenly asked, "Junjun, where did you get this? Or should I ask, how much money did you spend to buy it?"
