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The thin pen tube hangs on the paper, and the person holding the pen feels as if it is nothing. He cannot feel the force of the pen tip pressing on the paper, and there is absolutely no use for its strength.
He bit the bullet and wrote the word "永", but the words looked like they had been blown by a strong wind or were carved out with chicken feet, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
Lin Qing'er on the side praised him: "At least the strokes are correct, and others can recognize them when I write them..." Today, she sent him the Four Treasures of the Study as promised and began to teach him how to write calligraphy.
Wang Xian's face turned red and he said: "This brush feels as light as nothing, yet heavier than Mount Tai..."
"That's inevitable, because you've never written calligraphy before." Lin Qing'er's smile made people feel peaceful: "Let's start by practicing holding a pen." As she said that, she took out another calligraphy pen from the pen holder.
, holding it in his hand, explained to Wang Xian: "Beginners should hold the pen lower when practicing regular script, with their fingers one inch away from the tip of the pen, so that the strokes are more stable. If the pen is held higher, the changes will be greater, and it will be difficult to master writing regular script."
Wang Xian nodded. He just held two inches, so he quickly lost one inch.
"There is also the tightness of the pen. If it is too tight, your hand will tremble, and if it is too loose, you will not be able to exert force. If you hold the pen too tightly, you should relax more." Lin Qing'er said: "But it doesn't mean that you don't use force. There is a saying that the power is in the tip of the pen.
', but use skill rather than force. The power must be transferred to the tip of the pen so that you can move the pen freely."
This is easy to understand. Hard-pen characters are easier to write than soft-pen characters, right here. Wang Xian nodded and asked: "How to use force at the tip of the pen?"
"Although it is called skill, it is the most incomprehensible. It can only come from long-term practice. If you practice diligently, over time, you will be able to write freely, and you will pass the test of writing." Lin Qing'er glanced at Wang Xian's hand.
Said: "Then there is the fingering technique. The trick is to use the method of 'pressing, pressing, hooking, pushing, and resisting' to hold the pen steadily so that the five fingers can each perform their duties..."
Lin Qing'er then demonstrated in detail how each finger should exert force and how to coordinate the correct pen holding posture.
Wang Xian followed what she said and studied very seriously, but he was so unfamiliar with it that he always missed the point.
Seeing that he couldn't hold it well even though he was shaking it, Lin Qing'er had to hold back her shame and help him adjust it hand in hand. Although she was very careful, her thin fingers still inevitably came into contact with Wang Xian's fingers.
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Lin Qing'er's heart trembled with every light touch, and her jade face was burned with shame and an indescribable taste. She called the silver bell that came in to deliver water, which was very strange: "Sister Lin
, are you hot?"
"Ah, yes, it's a bit hot..." Lin Qing'er retracted her hand like a thief and stuttered: "I'm so anxious..."
"Hey, drink some tea to calm down the fire," Yin Ling looked at her sympathetically and said, "My brother has been very stupid in everything since elementary school."
"Your brother is already very smart..." Lin Qing'er took the tea cup and whispered: "It's just that I was delayed in the early years." Then she asked Yin Ling: "Do you have any eggs at home?"
"What, are you hungry?" Yin Ling asked, "I'll cook you two."
"It's not for eating, it's for your brother to practice calligraphy." Lin Qing'er couldn't laugh or cry.
"Oh." Yin Ling quickly went to get one. Lin Qing'er asked Wang Xian to hold it in his hand and said, "Practice like this for a while until you realize that the fingers are strong and the palm is empty."
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded, followed Lin Qing'er's instructions, and started practicing meticulously.
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From that day on, Wang Xian practiced diligently. He was not a genius, and he started late, so he could only work twice as hard. How could the paper Lin Qing'er brought be enough? Wang Xian originally planned to learn from Fan Zhongyan and dipped water on the slate.
He went to practice calligraphy, but when his elder brother saw it, he complained that he didn't tell him earlier.
Youdao said, "Fuyang Paper is the number one scholar in Kyoto, and ten pieces of Yuan Shu are tested as Jinshi". Fuyang is a famous paper-making town, and Wang Gui works in a paper-making workshop. Every day when he goes home, he will bring him some paper that is not needed by the workshop.
The quality of these papers is actually good, but there are some defects, wrinkles, or not being cut neatly, but there is no problem at all for practicing calligraphy.
Just like this, day after day, seeing his handwriting improving bit by bit, Wang Xian even fell in love with practicing writing, and couldn't help secretly cursing himself for being a pervert.
In the meantime, Lin Qing'er would come to see him every now and then, comment on his work, and then teach him further brushwork... Although she would blush every time, it would not affect her teaching again.
She came over early that morning. Wang Xianzheng finished copying a piece of calligraphy, picked it up and smiled at her: "I feel like I have made some progress today."
"I won't write today," Lin Qing'er covered her chest with her small hands and gasped, "Go to the county office quickly, the cold-faced Tiehan is here!"
"Okay." Wang Xian put down his pen, threw on a shirt randomly, and went out with Lin Qing'er. He could already walk without a crutch, but he couldn't walk too fast.
"I'll go too, I'll go too." Yin Ling dropped what she was doing and followed the two of them onto the street.
On the street, people also heard the news and rushed in one direction to watch the excitement. When the three of them arrived in front of the county government office, they found that the gate was already blocked by water.
Fortunately, many people knew Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er, and they all said, "Give way, the master of suffering is coming!" Everyone made a way for the three of them to squeeze in front of the gate.
Through the gate, Wang Xian saw that the people standing in front of the yamen were no longer Zaobao, but two rows of security guards holding spears, wearing red felt hats, wearing straight clothes, white socks and black shoes. There were also soldiers in the yard.
Two rows of Jin Yiwei officers and soldiers wearing Feiyu uniforms and hanging embroidered spring knives on their waists!
Looking further inside, I saw three senior officials in crimson uniforms sitting in the lobby. I didn't know which one was the cold-faced one?
However, Zhou Xin was indeed among the three. After reporting the case, Zhou Xin did not wait for a reply from the court. Instead, he pulled out the files from the beginning of the case, reviewed them carefully from the beginning, and soon discovered several loopholes.
The first is the blood-stained clothes used as physical evidence. From the physical point of view, the blood-stained clothes are complete in length and latitude, without any signs of damage. However, judging from the case files, it has been buried underground for nearly a year when they were discovered. It is rainy and humid in the south of the Yangtze River, and the blood-stained clothes were buried very shallow.
, isn’t it weird that there hasn’t been any damage in a year?
Moreover, if according to the case file, the deceased died of head injury, then the blood stains on the bloody clothes should be from top to bottom, but what Zhou Xin saw was from bottom to top, which made him believe what Lin Qing'er said
Yes, the evidence was forged out of necessity...
At this time, the police officers sent by Zhou Xin also arrested a human trafficker named Chen San from Jiading. The man confessed that he had sold a kidnapped woman to He Chang three years ago.
The confession was sent to Yangzhou Prefecture, and sure enough, it matched the missing person case three years ago. The missing woman was named Zhang Linghua!
Zhou Xin put these solid evidences into the report of Wei Magistrate, and finally finalized all the facts of the case. At this time, the imperial court issued an order to retry the case. Emperor Yongle was very angry about the case and sent the Minister of Punishment Gao
Duo and Qianhu, a royal guard, came to the trial.
When the court came, the case presented to them was clear and complete, the evidence was conclusive, and there was no need to waste time investigating... This made Gao Shilang and the Qianhu very happy, so they decided to drive to Fuyang to hear the case.
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After being raised to the court, Minister Gao summoned all the prisoners, witnesses and parties in turn. The people outside could not hear clearly through the fence. They could only see the sound of cries coming from the lobby from time to time, and heard the presiding judge's stern rebuke!
The interrogation started at Mao hour and ended at Chen hour. At noon, several soldiers from the imperial envoy came out to protect a seventh-rank man, and posted a trial notice stamped with imperial envoy security. Li Guan, the county's prison chief, shouted loudly
Recite for the people:
"The trial found that Lin Rongxing's wife-murdering case in Fuyang County was indeed a false accusation. Lin Sheng was falsely accused and imprisoned. He suffered a lot of torture and was innocent. He was immediately released and returned home! The former magistrate Chen Rubai enforced the law impartially and was honest and honest. It was a miscarriage of justice to take bribes. The former prison cell
The official Wang Xingye obeyed the law and was really a good official. He was brutally tortured and had been wronged for several years. He was immediately released and returned home. Although the original author, Zhou Xiyong, made a mistake in the investigation, he did not protect him and died after being tortured. He was really unjust and received a generous burial and care in the county.
The above personnel will be provided with pensions and good looks after reporting to the Ming court!"
"The trial of Zhao Yan, a citizen of Fuyang County, found that Zhao Dayou conspired to cheat, falsely accused good people, and framed the county magistrate. He was sentenced to execution according to the law and will be executed later in the year. He Chang, a citizen of Fuyang County, was found to have robbed and sold women of the people, raped and killed.
The body was buried and traces were destroyed! In order to cover up the crime, he instigated false accusations and created an unjust prison. The crime was so heinous that he would not be able to redeem himself even if he died, so he planned to punish him with Ling Chi! The Zhao family escaped privately, committed adultery, and caused bad morals. He planned to send him to the Jiaofang as a slave! Live!
Hu Sancai, a member of the Communist Party of China, was greedy for money, accepted bribes and gave false evidence, and had bad conduct. After being expelled from the academy, he planned to punish the forty soldiers with a stick! He Fu knew about it and did not report it, and acted as a helper. He planned to punish the forty soldiers with a stick! Zhao Zhu and other evil slaves acted as minions.
, attempted murder, sentenced to death and hanging in jail! County officials Xu Shan and Zhao Er were corrupt and perverted the law, and they tipped off the news and were sent to exile for two thousand miles with a hundred sticks!"
After hearing the verdict, the people cheered in unison, applauding that this strange case that had been dragged out for many years could get a fair trial. Zhao Qing'er covered her mouth with a rhopa and held back her tears. Wang Xian, on the other hand, said calmly: "
The injustice is over, but no one can go back to the past..."
In fact, Wang Xian was lamenting his fate. He was completely who he was now and could never go back to the past.
However, Zhao Qing'er thought about the loss of her family and that even if she was redressed, her father who died of hatred could not be replaced. Finally, she couldn't help but lean against the gate and burst into tears.
Yin Ling on the side gave Wang Xian a hard squeeze and glared, "Why don't you hurry up and coax him?"
Wang Xian also realized that he had accidentally injured himself, so he had no choice but to reach out hesitantly, patted Zhao Qing'er's shoulder gently, and whispered: "Ziyun, I didn't mean it..."
'Pfft...' Zhao Qing'er was crying sadly, but after being teased by him, she cried without laughing or laughing. She was so angry that she punched Wang Xian twice.
Wang Xian pretended to be hurt, took two steps back, smiled at Zhao Qing'er and said, "I'm going back to practice calligraphy. Miss Zhao should go home early and tell your mother the good news."
Looking at the leaving figures of the two brothers and sisters, Zhao Qing'er's eyes were dim and dark, and finally a trace of determination flashed, and she quickly caught up and said: "Brother Wang Er, I have something to say to you."
Wang Xian turned around and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Sister Lin?"
"I..." Zhao Qing'er blushed again and was too embarrassed to speak.