After a while, he saw that the incense stick was about to burn out. An Xiyue put down the langhao pen and finished it in one breath. He turned his eyes and smiled faintly, which was like a spring flower blooming in spring, which warmed his heart.
In his previous life, this poem was always talked about by his uncle. In order to perfect his calligraphy, An Xiyue copied it no less than a thousand times and had already memorized it by heart.
An Xilin and An Xiyue were separated by An Xiyuan, so when she picked up the pen and started writing silently, she was silent in her thoughts, like a quiet fairy, so she didn't pay too much attention to what An Xiyue would write. . Anyway, I have already determined in my heart that the eldest sister will fail miserably and be infamous. She knows the word eldest sister best and has not practiced it well.
The three Anfu sisters seemed to be fighting a war at this time. The water was hot and furious. No one in the lobby dared to make a sound. Even the maids and servants who were waiting on them felt that the atmosphere was too strong.
Just waiting for someone to judge.
However, Nangong Yuanyi was careless and didn't take this competition to heart at all. He didn't even finish the half-written "Lanting Preface". He suddenly stopped writing and watched several people fighting, but his eyes were focused on that cold and calm place. on women.
At this time, the young man led the gray-haired Taifu Wen Shanshan in. Although Taifu Wen was old, he was in very good health. He still walked around the palace and occasionally gave advice to the princes. The prince naturally also respectfully calls him "teacher".
Taifu Wen is highly respected, knowledgeable, prestigious, and has the most say.
An Xiyue looked at the waning old man with shock in her eyes. If her words were judged by Master Wen, she might not be able to pass the test.
She remembered that in her previous life, in order to stabilize her reputation and consolidate the court, Nangong Hao personally invited Master Wen into the palace. He claimed to be assisting the new emperor, but in fact he placed Master Wen under house arrest.
At this time, even An Xiyue felt that the atmosphere was so solemn that it made people breathless.
Everyone looked at it and thought that the eldest lady might be a little scared.
An Yuxiao bowed respectfully to Mr. Wen, and was about to say, "Mr. Wen..." Suddenly, Mr. Wen's eyes flashed, and he signaled Mr. An to shut up, stop talking, and just walk slowly on the case. forward.
The eldest prince Nangong Heng was stunned at first when he saw the visitor, and then he felt that he was very smart. It was better to give up a thousand taels of silver than to be embarrassed in front of Taifu Wen. Taifu Wen was very merciless when he scolded these princes in the palace. .
When Taifu Wen arrived at An's Mansion, he quietly observed it outside, with a slight anger on his face. Isn't that ordinary boy with a ruffian face his student Nangong Yuanyi, and who is he.
Don't think that if you change your appearance, he won't recognize you.
Taifu Wen had become almost obsessed with calligraphy in his life. When he walked to Nangong Yuanyi's desk, he glanced at his calligraphy. His eyes first showed a look of shock, and then he raised his eyes and glanced at his handwriting. He smiled disdainfully, suddenly frowned, and said angrily: "I wrote half of it silently, why didn't I finish it? I don't have perseverance and perseverance."
Nangong Yuanyi didn't take it to heart. He just didn't like him, and he didn't even like his handwriting. Who eagerly went to Prince Yu's palace and asked him to copy Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing"? But no, the gentleman was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared, but he was helpless and said calmly: "What the tutor taught me is to complete the rest of the article another day."
Taifu Wen nodded secretly, and was secretly proud of having such a unique and intelligent student. Nangong Yuanyi's handwriting was thick and powerful, and his pen was full of ink, like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and elegant, truly floating like a wandering man. The floating clouds are as delicate as a frightening dragon. It was very good, but Master Wen held a grudge, and even half of the article failed to pass the review.
Nangong Hao saw that even the highly respected Taifu Wen had arrived. He was a great scholar who was a veteran of three dynasties. He had served as the tutor to two emperors of the Great Northern Dynasty. He was deeply valued by his father. He had his own way of assisting the emperor. Nangong Hao didn't realize it. He showed respect to Taifu Wen. If he could get his support, his chance would be one step closer to that position.
Taifu Wen walked up to Nangong Hao, glanced at Nangong Hao and said calmly: "The fourth prince's "Joining the Army" has exquisite brushwork and sharp strokes. It is good to show the edge, but if you don't know how to restrain it, it will be worth the loss. According to the font, Look, the fourth prince is a little impatient, if he calms down, he will definitely reach a higher level."
Nangong Hao knew that it was good to have Tutor Wen say this, but what about Nangong Yuanyi? Why didn't Tutu Wen criticize the outcome? He said respectfully to Master Wen, "Student, remember."
When he arrived at An Xilin's desk, Master Wen didn't even raise his eyes. He casually glanced at "Guan Sui" on An Xilin's desk and lost interest in reading any more. He shook his head and said, "The writing is full of flattery. It fits the meaning of the text.”
A few short words sent An Xilin into the abyss. Looking at Taifu Wen's expression, you can tell that An Xilin's words are the posture of a little woman. For an old man who loves literature, women are not attractive to him. , what he cares about is real talent and learning. These hands are not suitable for holding a pen and writing. He keeps shaking his head and directly rejects An Xilin.
At this time, An Xilin's hands hidden in her sleeves tightened, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and her eyes flickered. In an instant, her delicate face was full of humility, and it changed very quickly. She was a woman, and she didn't march or fight in court, so what's the use of writing beautifully.
I saw Mrs. Wen's old-fashioned look, stroked his gray beard, nodded, and said to An Xiyuan: "Miss's handwriting is dignified, neat, smooth and round, but her writing is a little weak. I can see that Miss is in every word." If you put all your effort into it, you can become more powerful even if you practice it forcefully.”
There was a smile on An Xiyuan's lips. It was the first time he was praised in public. He smiled sweetly as if he was in a good mood and bowed respectfully.
An Xilin's vicious eyes shot at An Xiyuan. She didn't expect to be slapped hard in the face by An Xiyuan today. She usually pretended to be inferior to her in everything. It turned out that she wanted to show off in front of the prince.
An Xilin's mood suddenly felt like frost in the cold winter, and her heart was cold. Fortunately, with An Xiyue at the bottom, she wasn't too bad.
An Xiyue stood aside respectfully, waiting for Taifu Wen to scold her bloody. She had already been prepared in her heart when Taifu Wen came in. Although she had practiced hard for five years, she still had self-awareness. It is simply humiliating oneself to do tricks in front of literary giants.
An Xiyue faced the situation optimistically without being humble or arrogant, with a calm face, cold eyes, and a calm and decent smile on the corners of her lips.
I saw that when Taifu Wen was holding the "Yange Xing" on the desk, his eyes were shocked. He looked at the words as if he were looking at people. From the strokes of the words, we can see that this person was indifferent and was in grief and indignation when writing. Write vigorously and quickly.
