"Preface to the Lanting Collection"

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is in Guichou, and at the beginning of late spring, I met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

“…”

In the hall, as Lin Yan unfolded the calligraphy and paintings in his hand, there was no sound around him.

Those talented men who were originally going to watch jokes had their smiles frozen on their faces, and soon turned into shock!

Unbelievable!

It seemed like I had seen something incredible.

For a moment, no one spoke.

In another moment, the audience was in an uproar.

"This, is it written by him?"

"The ninth year of Yonghe? Which year was Yonghe's national name? Isn't our Zhao Kingdom seventeenth year of Anping?"

“It’s really incredible!”

The talented and beautiful women in the crowd watched, and everyone looked shocked.

Xu Wenxuan only felt that the expression on his face was very stiff. He looked at Lin Yan, his eyes full of incredible: "This, did you write it?"

Seeing everyone around, especially Xu Wenxuan's shocked expression, Lin Yan felt extremely comfortable, and all the aggrievances before were wiped out.

Don’t you look down on me? This will open your eyes and blind your dog’s eyes!

Lin Yan is very excited!

This hundred taels of silver was not spent in vain!

"Yes, it was written by me!" Lin Yan said proudly: "How is it? It's better than you wrote?"

Xu Wenxuan's face was extremely ugly and he couldn't say a word.

Better than he wrote?

Is this comparable?

Xu Wenxuan thought that no one could match his calligraphy in Suzhou City, but as soon as the "Lanting Preface" was released, the calligraphy and painting he just took out was really like garbage.

It's absolutely incomparable!

Xu Wenxuan couldn't hide his shock in his heart. He knew very well how much Lin Yan was. How could such a fool be written like this?

I must have bought it!

What is the 9th year of Yonghe? The year name that I have never heard of is definitely made up...

A sneer appeared on Xu Wenxuan's face, but it quickly solidified again.

Even if it was fabricated, it did not affect the outstandingness of this calligraphy at all.

How could a person who can write such a masterly calligraphy? How could he sell his works to others at will?

Could it be that it was written by Lin Yan's sister, Lin Qin, the number one talented woman in Suzhou?

Xu Wenxuan shook his head again. Although Lin Qin's calligraphy is good, she is not good at writing. It is impossible for her.

So who wrote it?

The preface to the Lanting Collection in front of you is the lingering and lightness between the strokes, or the strokes are broken and the meaning is connected, and the lifting and pressing will make it natural, and the overall layout will be staggered and smooth, and it will be elegant and elegant.

The brushwork is vigorous and elegant, and this level is enough to be the highest peak of running script.

When did this Suzhou City have such talent?

Xu Wenxuan's face became increasingly ugly.

No matter who made this calligraphy and painting, one thing that can be confirmed is that his face has been completely lost.

Everyone present also knew very well that the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" could not have been written by Lin Yan at all.

Not to mention that Lin Yan does not have this talent, the three words Wang Xizhi in the preface to the Lanting Collection have already explained the master of the work.

No one has ever heard of who Wang Xizhi is.

But one thing that is certain is that this is what Lin Yan took out, and even if he bought it, the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" belongs to him.

Xu Wenxuan was just complacent about his works, and he wanted to tear away his works just now.

The slap slapped him hard in the face.

"Let's go!"

Knowing that he was embarrassed, Xu Wenxuan couldn't stay there at this time. He glanced at Lin Yan fiercely, turned around and walked away with the man in shame.

"What's the hurry? I'll leave so soon. Enjoy it for a while..."

Lin Yan was refreshed.

The kind of pleasure that cannot be described.

On weekdays, he is serious with Xu Wenxuan, but every time he is at a disadvantage, he can only act angrily.

This time, he actually slapped him in the face in the field he is best at, which is undoubtedly refreshing.

After putting away the words, Lin Yan realized that more and more people were gathering around him at some point, and his eyes were on him.

He waved his hand angrily: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen such an excellent and talented person? It's useless to envy you!"

"The dots and strokes are beautiful and the flowing air is smooth, and it can be called the world's number one running script!"

At this time, a middle-aged man stared at the words for a long time, suddenly looked at Lin Yan and said, "Young man, do you sell this words?"

Lin Yan looked at him blankly.

"As long as you sell, you offer a price, I will buy it!" The middle-aged man thought the other party didn't understand what he meant, and explained.

Lin Yan pointed to himself: "Don't you know me?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He really didn't know the young man in front of him. He heard the crowd just now that the preface to the Lanting Collection was not written by the young man in front of him.

He liked this character very much, so he wanted to buy it and asked who Wang Xizhi was.

Those who can write such works must be a famous teacher of a generation and are worthy of visiting.

"Who do you look down on my things?" Lin Yan sneered: "Does this young master look like a person who is short of money?"

Is the young man who is the richest man in Suzhou apart from money?

He was so poor that he had nothing left, and only money was left!

What else did the middle-aged man say? Another person next to him grabbed him and whispered: "Forget it, don't forget the purpose of our visit to Suzhou. Don't be too ostentatious. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's go."

The middle-aged man sighed, took a last look, decided to go back and find out Wang Xizhi's identity, and then turned around and left with another person.

Lin Yan looked at the madam and raised the words on his hand: "This calligraphy and painting is enough to see Miss Liu, right?"

"Yes, of course!" The madam looked excited. She was naturally not stupid. The reactions of these people around her were enough to show the value of this calligraphy and painting.

This painting was given to Miss Liu, but it ended up falling into her hands?

Silver, this is all silver.

The excited madam greeted Lin Yan enthusiastically, and at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed in outside the door.

Before Lin Yan could react, the calligraphy and paintings on his hand had disappeared.

The speed was extremely fast, and no one even reacted and saw the other person clearly.

After a while, Lin Yan finally reacted and said in a grief and anger: "Comeone is here, someone robs things, robs me... Miss Liu..."

“…”

In a certain elegant room on the second floor of Weixiangyuan.

A girl in black clothes looked like a maid skillfully climbed into the window, holding the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" just now.

"Miss, we came out secretly. You also want me to rob the young master's name. If the wife reveals it, it will be miserable!" the maid complained from the side.

"Don't worry, my mother won't find out!"

A young girl by the window waved her hand indifferently and stared at the Lanting Collection Preface at the table.

The maid took a look and wondered, "Is this written by the young master? By the way, why do you want me to steal the young master's things?"

"When did he have this level? He can't write it in his next life, and most of it was bought again. He did too many such things." The girl became more and more angry as she thought about it: "He is really a prodigal son. He even gave such a peerless work as he said, and even gave a woman from the Land of Smoky Willows. He really beat him less and I wanted to beat him..."

After a pause, the girl's beautiful eyes became a little more curious.
Chapter completed!