Chapter 89 This gift will definitely have no rival in this field.
Wu Zhizhong raised his arm slightly and pointed forward. "He is right in front of Chen Shilang."
Yang Jian nodded suddenly and decided to wait for Chen Shilang to wander away before observing. This wait took a long time to drink tea.
At this time, not only Yang Jian, but also Wu Zhizhong also sensed something was wrong.
What kind of trick is Shilang Chen doing? He stood there as motionless as a piece of wood. Didn't he know that this was the palace examination site?
Wu Zhizhong frowned and coughed hard.
Only then did Chen Shilang tremble, then he turned his head, lifted up his front and walked quickly.
"What's going on?"
Wu Zhizhong glanced at Yang Jian beside him, lowered his voice and asked in a low voice towards Chen Shilang who was approaching.
Chen Shilang took a deep breath, forced a smile to Yang Jian who had already come over, and hesitated whether he should say anything.
"Our family followed the official's instructions and would like to ask Gao Shengyuan how the palace examination went?"
Could it be that that kid Gao Zhang not only had the talent to manage the world and benefit the people, but also his talent in poetry was equally astonishing?
Wu Shangshu, who was full of questions and expectations, walked down the steps quickly, and Yang Jian was about to keep up, but was stopped by Chen Shilang with his hand.
At this moment, Gao Zhang was already immersed in the world where he displayed his artistic talent in calligraphy.
Wu Shangshu, who was patrolling in the distance, never left Gao Zhang's side out of the corner of his eye.
"Tell me, what happened to him?"
Wu Shangshu finally woke up from the shock, saw Gao Zhang's innocent and innocent face, and squeezed out a kind smile.
After looking down at his results, Gao Zhang put down his writing and rubbed his sore wrist.
As a very polite child, Gao Zhang could only show a friendly smile and remind the other party not to continue to stand in front of him stupidly.
He stared straight at his calligraphy work of art, as if he had just touched a switch.
Yang Jian quickly revealed his purpose of coming, indicating that our family and the official family are of the same mind as you two loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty.
Wu Zhizhong and Chen Shilang had known each other for a long time, and they had a tacit understanding of each other in the Ministry of Etiquette, so they knew his subordinate's appreciation ability very well.
And when practicing calligraphy, you can never copy novels, whether they are serious or not.
Quietly, he came close to the official Zhao Ji who was sitting behind the imperial court.
The shock in my heart was like a turbulent wave, with unsteady waves.
"..." Yang Jian couldn't help but darken his face. You can go and see it, but we can't.
"Gao Shengyuan's "Young Chinese Poems" really made the official break out in a cold sweat."
At some point, his vision went dark, and Gao Zhang raised his head in confusion, and saw Wu Zhizhong, the boss of the Ministry of Etiquette, standing in front of him.
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As an outstanding art student who inherits and carries forward the traditional culture and art of the Chinese nation, Gao Zhang has really put in a lot of hard work in his calligraphy.
Fortunately, he controlled his body in time, maintained the dignity of the Song Dynasty official family, and communicated with Yang Jian in a low voice that could not be heard by the courtiers below.
But when he thought of the officials' instructions and explanations, Yang Jian could only stay where he was with a dark face.
"Zhongguan Yang must not know that since ancient times, the dynasty at the center of heaven and earth can be named after China..."
"Youth China Fu? Youth and China?..."
They all glanced at this rough creature with disdain and disgust.
Yang Jian looked confused, even though he had been serving the official since he was a prince.
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Yang Jian quietly entered the Jiying Hall, shrouded in the sight of the officials, and bypassed the officials waiting in the hall.
Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he had gained some talent and skills, but at this moment, he looked confused.
Moreover, as an excellent calligrapher, he can also bring his own emotions into his writing based on the poems and songs he has copied.
After relaxing for a while, Gao Zhang once again picked up his pen, splashed ink, and expressed his thoughts directly.
"The officials and servants listen to Chen Shilang's words. Young Master Gao seems to have another great work coming out."
After picking up the kettle next to him and taking a sip of cold water, Gao Zhang looked around and saw Cai Laoliu who was not far away from him.
Wu Zhizhong nodded to Chen Shilang. He always felt that Chen Shilang's performance at this moment was a bit unusual. Could it be that Xiao Gaozhang was about to shine again?
Chen Shilang exhaled and said solemnly to the two people in front of him with a solemn look on his face.
"Forget it, let's ask Mr. Chen Shilang to have a good talk with us about the situation of Gao Shengyuan's palace examination."
"How?" Zhao Ji, who was already a little impatient with waiting, immediately spoke.
Seeing this scene, Gao Zhang tilted his lips and almost burst into laughter. With such a phoenix chick on his back, he would definitely not panic.
Gao Zhang felt very uncomfortable and always felt awkward.
But if it is used to copy those treasures of Chinese national literature and art, poems and songs, it will definitely make him write very happily.
If Cai Laoliu, who often encounters domestic violence, dares to hand in a blank test, he may be hanged on a tree by his own father after the palace examination, and he will be whipped until he screams.
Gao Zhang nodded honestly and watched Wu Shangshu leave with three steps and one turn.
“...just think about the past, everything is as it should be, so we only know that it is the same;
Just thinking about the future, everything will be unprecedented, so I always dare to make exceptions..."
"This gift will have no rival in this field."
At this moment, the Qilinzi of the Cai family frowned, holding a pen in one hand and scratching his head in the other.
The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits depends on the current situation. This is already the famous story that Gao Zhang feels is most relevant.
"Zhongguan Yang, please stay and don't make all the candidates suspicious."
But who knows, this guy is the biological son of the traitorous prime minister of the Song Dynasty, no matter how dissatisfied he is.
"Really?" After hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhao Ji almost wanted to stand up.
The flying dandruff made the faces of several tributes around him look black.
What, you're bullying our family, right?
The young man knows, but what the hell is China?
After hearing the eunuch's question, the two senior officials from the Ministry of Rites, who were well-read in poetry and books, came to the meeting.
Instead of copying in a rigid and step-by-step manner, that kind of writing without emotional involvement is not called calligraphy, it can only be called copying.
These tributes did not dare to curse openly, so they could only mutter in a low voice and greet Cai Laoliu's female relatives one by one.
I always feel that calligraphy is such a perfect match and fit with these famous works that have been immortalized for generations.
The passionate and high-spirited emotions are also concentrated in the writing, and the energetic and sharp-edged youthful spirit appears on the page.
Considering that this person was a confidant of the official family, Chen Shilang reluctantly explained, then whispered something into Wu Zhizhong's ear.
Zhao Ji, an official, carefully read the words in Gao Zhang's article relayed by Yang Jian.
His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he was so excited that he wanted to stand up and look up to the sky and scream.
The revolutionary ambitions of the Song Dynasty were finally succeeded by someone, no, there was finally a young prodigy who shocked the world.
Xiao Gao, who will become the pillar of the Song Dynasty in the future, is truly my beloved disciple and disciple of my mantle.
