57. Pen and Sword

Yu Zhen felt so annoyed that his jaw clenched tightly. However, it seems like the painter man doesn't seem to care about the changes in the weather on other people's faces which have turned gray.

"Take a look, Zhen'er. How is it, is there anything strange?" Yu Ling stretched out a fan that he had painted beautifully. Several sentences are also listed there.

"Hmmm." Yu Zhen's eyes immediately fell on the object in Yu Ling's hand, his older brother.

Yu Zhen stared at the black ink written in a series of simple rhymes. Not very poetic, but it is like a description of the feeling of the brush.

Yu Zhen felt strange. Why does it feel like something isn't right, but isn't wrong either?

Yu Ling was impatiently waiting for his brother's comments, while the person he was waiting for casually placed the tip of his index finger on his own chin.

Yu Zhen just chuckled in amazement in his heart. Because if you make a sound, the person next to you could have their head so big that it will touch the