Speaking of this, she suddenly rolled her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered it, and looked at Wang Zi'an with a proud look on her face.
"What if you lose?"
Wang Zi'an waved his hand casually.
"The bet must be fair. It's worth every word. If I lose to you, it's worth every word - don't worry, I won't default on the money. Who in Chang'an City doesn't know that I, Prince An, am rich -"
Seeing Wang Zi'an agreeing happily, the girl suddenly rolled her eyes and a sly smile appeared on her face.
"That won't work. If you lose, you have to be my servant and let me handle it. Do you dare? If you don't dare, just admit defeat, so as not to say that I don't give you a chance and show that I am not kind enough..."
Hey--
You came back very quickly!
Wang Zi'an felt amused and nodded casually.
"Then it's settled. If you lose, Brother Li will work as a servant for me. If I lose, I will work as a servant for you. Whoever is a scoundrel is a puppy..."
The little girl suddenly felt vaguely that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember what was wrong for the moment.
I simply didn’t think about it anymore.
He definitely can't win anyway.
Being good at writing poems does not necessarily mean you are good at writing articles.
Writing is a way of conveying the truth. Writing poetry relies on talent, while writing articles relies on academic accomplishment and life experience. Without a certain amount of accumulation, how is it possible to write a truly outstanding moral article with just a little talent?
Besides, who is Mr. Wang Gui?
The moral articles are well-known all over the world, and I am stable this time!
When she thought about how embarrassing this arrogant bitch would be when she allowed herself to be ravaged and tortured later, she felt happy and a little impatient.
"I see that you, a pretty boy, don't know how to be humble and reverent, and you just like to brag. Your character is definitely not very good, so let's talk about morality -"
Having said this, she raised her head slightly proudly.
"This is called examining yourself three times a day. I--I will help you reflect and reflect..."
Li Zhishan couldn't help but frown slightly. She did hear the difference in bets, but at this time her sister had already agreed, so she couldn't reject it on the spot.
Not only does that make your girl's face look dull, but it also makes you look guilty and timid.
He simply didn't say anything.
What are you afraid of?
He can't win anyway!
It is already curious enough that someone is comparing their articles in the street with Mr. Wang Gui's article. Add in a sufficiently gimmick bet and a sufficiently weighted referee to make it impossible not to attract attention.
What's more, everyone is worried that there is no place to watch the fun.
Isn’t this coming?
Soon, there were three floors inside and three floors outside.
All the learned and unlearned gathered together.
Just watch the fun, you don’t care if I’ve read a book or not!
Wang Zi'an smiled and looked at the little girl who was proud of herself, then looked at Li Zhishan who looked relatively calm, and nodded slightly at Ouyang Xun.
"In this way, this junior will show his disgrace——"
After finishing speaking, his wrist was hanging in the air and his pen moved like a dragon or a snake.
Brush brush brush——
Just one swipe.
As soon as he started writing, Ouyang Xun couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He is one of the most famous calligraphers today, and it goes without saying that he has good eyesight. He could see the extraordinary character of Wang Zi'an at a glance.
Good words!
Dignified and beautiful with a touch of agility, powerful yet with a touch of elegance, tall and straight, round and natural, powerful enough to see through the back of the paper, a remarkable marriage!
No, it's not Zhuo Ran Cheng Jia. This kind of writing power is no longer enough to be described as Zhuo Ran Cheng Jia.
The skills are close to the Tao!
This is the realm that I have been searching for but cannot achieve!
He was afraid that his voice would interrupt Wang Zi'an's state, not to mention cheering, and he didn't even dare to take a breath. Not only that, he stretched out his hands towards the surroundings and pressed down slightly, making a silent gesture.
The others were far away and could not see the specific situation of Wang Zi'an, but they knew the name of Mr. Ouyang Xun. Seeing his actions, they were all trying to save face, and even the nearby discussions disappeared.
Li Zhishan was close to the fat little girl and could see his handwriting clearly. A strange color flashed in their beautiful eyes.
This word is so beautiful.
"What's the use of good words? What we are comparing is not words, but articles——"
The little girl hummed softly, but she felt inexplicably guilty in her heart.
Although this pretty boy is mean-mouthed, he seems to be a bit genuine.
She continued to watch, and the more she watched, the more she felt guilty. Just when she was thinking about whether she should interfere with Wang Zi'an's writing state, Wang Zi'an had already put down the last stroke and slowly closed the pen.
He lowered his head and looked at the Ai Lian he had just written, and nodded slightly.
"Although the performance is not good, it seems to be okay, and it is passable-"
Ouyang Xun:......
Now he finally understood why the little girl was so angry and insisted on betting against this guy.
Even Zhishan, a girl with such a good temper, would agree to a bet. This brat is really able to show off his words.
You don’t care about this word, is this article okay?
Just make do?
I'll join you, uncle!
This is a legendary piece!
He was shocked, and the old guys around him were not much better.
"People say that the Marquis of Chang'an is extremely talented. I thought it was an exaggeration. But when I saw him today, I realized that the Marquis of Chang'an's talent is even better than the rumors."
"The Marquis of Chang'an is truly a genius, unrivaled—"
"..."
Listening to several old gentlemen praising each other, Wang Zi'an bowed his hands in humility.
"It's a prize, it's a prize--"
As he said this, he did not forget to turn around and cup his hands at Li Zhishan, who looked suspicious of life, and the fat little girl.
"Today I just thought about having a drink and chatting with Brother Li, but I didn't feel anything. I didn't write well and made Brother Li laugh--"
Li Zhishan:......
She suddenly wanted to pounce on him and bite him. This man was really too lazy to talk. What should I do if he bites him?
"Mr. Ouyang, how good is the article written by the Marquis of Chang'an? Who won this bet -"
They couldn't put it down to admire it here, and they were puzzled by the people watching around them.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but urge him.
Ouyang Xun stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and picked up the article written by Wang Zi'an. His cautious posture was as if the manuscript was made of glass, lest it be broken accidentally.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The words of the Marquis of Chang'an are indeed unparalleled in the world. I dare not say that there will be no one after him, but there is no one before, but he deserves it——"
Having said this, Ouyang Xun held the manuscript with a sigh on his face, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
"I just realized today that the beauty of writing is so great, so beautiful—"
He was full of praise there, but the people watching were not happy.
We don’t care whether his handwriting is good or not, we only care who wins the bet!
Ouch, we are just here to watch the fun——
I see people around me making noises and asking for judgment.
Ouyang Xun raised the manuscript in his hand with emotion on his face.
"With this article, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. What matters is that we have another great master in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty——"
As soon as these words came out, the little girl with baby fat suddenly felt something was wrong.
Her eyes rolled, looking at that posture, she actually wanted to wait for an opportunity to run away. Unfortunately, she miscalculated. There was too much noise here, and there were already a sea of people surrounding her. What was worse was that she didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Many people were very
It happened to block her escape route.
Just kidding, we are here to watch the excitement. If you are a swindler, we will be lonely...
Li Zhishan's mind was already in a state of confusion at this time.
Although Ouyang Xun has not announced the result yet, she knows that she will definitely lose.
"The Story of Love Lian" written by Wang Zi'an is really amazing.
"It is said that words are the voice of the heart, so what is shown in this article is the true character of the Marquis of Chang'an? Therefore, his cynicism, frivolity and dissoluteness are all just disguises for the world to see!"
The more Li Zhishan thought about it, the more she felt that she had discovered the true identity that Wang Zian had hidden.
Yes, only this kind of person who is higher than the world can have such a free and easy way to ignore princes and play with the world.
Thoughts were flashing in her mind, and her face was sometimes happy and sometimes worried. In just a short moment, she almost acted out a super drama in her mind, in which an expert from outside the world plays the human world.
"Grand master of literature——"
Listening to what Mr. Ouyang Xun said, all the scholars present took a deep breath.
This evaluation is really too high, and the status of the person who made this evaluation is really too transcendent.
Ouyang Xun may not be the most prominent person in the Tang Dynasty, but his status is the most transcendent. He is not only a student at Hongwen Hall, the most famous calligraphy master in the Tang Dynasty, but also a highly respected senior scholar. Even Kong Yingda and Yan Shigu
When you see such a person, you must behave like a junior.
His comments in the air are extremely valuable.
Many scholars gave it up on the spot. The imperial examination was coming soon. If they could get such an evaluation from Mr. Ouyang Xun, they would not be able to become famous immediately.
Although I heard that sealing and recording will be implemented in the spring of next year, no one is afraid of too much reputation, especially this kind of reputation.
Many people became sour on the spot.
As for those who just watch the excitement, it is much simpler.
What is Grandmaster and can it be eaten?
This stuff isn't important, what's important is that I seemed to have fun watching it.
"Old sir, don't be pretentious and tell me quickly, who won -"
Mr. Ouyang Xun looked back and saw Wang Zi'an, who had a slightly shy smile, and nodded approvingly.
What a humble and honest young man.
So talented, yet so low-key.
If it were another person standing in his position, he would still have his tail raised to the sky.
Look at this person again, he is so low-key.
The poems are so exquisite that they can be easily spoken, and the first one is a classic. No one would have taken the initiative to reveal the calligraphy had it not been for Wang Tong and others' heckles at the poetry meeting. If it weren't for a coincidence, Kong Yingda and the others had broken through the calligraphy, and no one would have known about it. Even
If this article hadn't happened to be accidentally bumped into by the two precious daughters of the Li Jing family today, people probably wouldn't have exposed it.
Low profile.
modesty.
simple.
Talented!
At such a young age, one’s character has been cultivated to such an extent?
Many elderly people cannot do this step.
The approval in Ouyang Xun's heart almost dripped from his face.
For such a child, if you don't take the initiative to push him and help him become famous, you will feel sorry for your own conscience.
Well, by doing this, I definitely don’t want to share the risk of offending Wang Gui.
Thinking of this, Mr. Ouyang Xun held up the manuscript Wang Zi'an had just written.
"I see that many of you here are well-educated people. How about I read this article out and let everyone judge who wins and who loses..."
When everyone heard it, they immediately cheered.
In fact, in previous poetry conferences, everyone also had a joint tasting session, but the judgment of merit was usually left to respected seniors like Mr. Ouyang Xun.
But isn't this a coincidence today?
Who wouldn’t be happy if you don’t have to stand up and share the pressure of offending others, and you can still judge the quality of the article?
The sense of participation comes right away, okay?
Ouyang Xun pressed his hand down, and the crowd suddenly became quiet. They wanted to know what this article, which was highly praised by Mr. Ouyang Xun, was written like.
"The flowers of land and water are so lovely that they are so beautiful."
This is a very general question.
Many of the scholars present had an idea in mind.
That's it?
At this moment, Ouyang Xun's slightly aged voice was heard.
"Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang Dynasty, people have loved peonies very much."
Some people in the crowd were already murmuring quietly.
It’s not that the writing at the beginning is bad, the main reason is that Mr. Ouyang Xun raised the book too high at the beginning, and everyone’s expectations were almost fully raised.
In fact, it may not be that I don’t want to see Wang Zi’an’s jokes.
You say that old gentlemen like Ouyang Xun and Wang Gui are literary masters, but no one will say anything about this.
As an old-timer, he still looks modest by holding some.
But this piece of shit like Wang Zi’an is different.
People of his generation are even much younger than himself, so why should he!
I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.
Now when I heard the beginning, there was nothing surprising about it, but the atmosphere in the crowd became a little uncontrollable, and some people began to whisper.
However, due to the status of Mr. Ouyang Xun and Wang Zi'an, they did not dare to be presumptuous, but they looked at the two people with somewhat strange eyes.
Li Zhishan, who had already read the article itself, looked at the indifferent Wang Zi'an with complex eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. Li Zhiruo, a little girl with baby fat on her face, suddenly felt confident at this time.
I understand, Grandpa Ouyang is indeed helping himself. When he praised that boy just now, he was just digging a hole for him.
Good, very good!
At this time, she didn't want to run away, she just waited to see Wang Zi'an's joke.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Xun's voice suddenly dropped and he became particularly generous.
"I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilion is clean and planted. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
boom--
The crowd exploded instantly.
The scene became audible.
"I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilion is clean and planted. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
Through the description and depiction of the lotus's grace, the noble feelings that emerge from the mud but are not stained are highlighted at once. Especially the conclusion of "It can be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with" is even more unbearable.
Praise and praise.
To be respected but not to be insulted, this is the ancient style of a benevolent person with lofty ideals!
The main reason was that the scholars who suddenly fell silent behaved very abruptly and obviously. The silent atmosphere also infected some traffickers and lackeys who were just watching the fun.
Although everyone can't understand what they are writing, they are watching the excitement professionally and they are still very entertained.
After reading this, Mr. Ouyang Xun couldn't help but feel a little excited. He took a deep breath and read with emotion.
"I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents recluse; peony, the flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus, the noble flower. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peony.
Love is for everyone!"
After reading the article, there was total silence.
Ouyang Xun turned around and looked at Wang Zi'an.
"In the past, I only thought that there was a rare young talent. Today, after reading my masterpiece, I realized that I turned out to be an outstanding gentleman and a benevolent person in ancient times——"
The crowd was completely silent.
Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that Wang Zi'an, who looks like a human and is almost as good-looking as myself, really writes a little better than myself.
Only Li Zhiruo, who had a round face and a bit of baby fat, still didn't understand the situation. Seeing that everyone suddenly stopped talking, she couldn't help but urge her.
"Grandpa Ouyang, what are you talking about? This stinky - cough, who wrote this piece by Wang Zi'an and Mr. Wang Gui - ah, sister, why are you pulling me..."