Seeing everyone's request, Zhi Tang no longer hesitated. He gave another slight salute to the bamboo curtain, turned around and walked towards Dr. Zhang and others.
Arriving in front of the main seat, Zhi Tang ordered the maid to put everyone's names neatly on the table, and said respectfully: "Dr. Zhang, Mrs. Wang, and Mrs. Yan, please excuse me."
Master Wang and Master Yan nodded, then took the work handed over by the maid and reviewed it carefully.
Zhang Zhengru did not reach out to pick it up. He leaned aside and squinted his eyes quietly. From time to time, he glanced at the calligraphy works in the hands of the two masters, but then he usually snorted with disdain.
The two wives did not pay too much attention to Dr. Zhang's disdain. After all, Dr. Zhang was their senior in terms of seniority, and he was a classmate of the dean of the academy in terms of relationship. In terms of status, he was a doctor of Taiyuan University and was very interested in calligraphy. According to research, the two of them can really only be humble and polite in front of Dr. Zhang.
Works passed by one after another, and both Masters were calm and relaxed. Suddenly, Master Wang's eyes lit up when he looked at the calligraphy works in his hands, and then he pushed Master Yan with his arm. Master Yan squinted and looked at Master Wang's hands. The character nodded in agreement. After receiving approval from his colleagues, Mrs. Wang put on a smile and handed the words in her hand to Dr. Zhang as if asking for instructions.
"Dr. Zhang, please take a look..."
Zhang Zhengru glanced at the words that Master Wang handed over, but after a casual glance, he raised his head and looked at Master Wang with contempt in his eyes.
"That's it?" Dr. Zhang said contemptuously.
"Hey...you give a review?"
"It has form but no spirit. Learning Yan Gong's words in vain is like learning to walk in Handan or parroting tongue!" Dr. Zhang criticized unceremoniously.
Mrs. Wang felt bored and took back the words with a sly smile. But he didn't seem to be discouraged. After carefully examining a few pictures, he took out another one and handed it over with a smile.
"The ancients said, 'Only if the pen is used to move, if there is something to reject, try your best to fight with it, and you will be astringent without expecting it.' Although this word is better than the previous one, it lacks a bit of strength."
"Then this one..." Mrs. Wang seemed to still be unwilling to accept it, and handed over another one.
"The words alone are acceptable, but the overall look is uneven and a bit messy."
"Hey, Dr. Zhang's advice is correct..." Mrs. Wang said modestly.
"How profound is Dr. Zhang's vision? I won't use these ordinary words, so as not to stain Dr. Zhang's eyes." Master Yan joked to the side when he saw that Master Wang was getting dusty one after another.
"Humph——" Dr. Zhang raised his beard tall and looked aloof, but it was obvious that he was very grateful to Master Yan's compliment. He couldn't help but said proudly: "The ancients said: A book must have both yin and yang. Generally speaking, being calm and depressed is yin; being bold and bold is yang. High rhyme and deep feeling, strong quality and majestic spirit, neither can be a book without one or the other." When it comes to morale, morale is the most important thing. When I look at the works written today, most of them lack "morale" and are mixed with market spirit, rotten spirit, impetuous spirit, flattery spirit and even the spirit of drunkenness and meat. How can we write good works like this? Character?"
The two masters nodded repeatedly as they listened, not concealing the admiration in their eyes.
"After listening to your words, I am waiting for an enlightenment! Dr. Zhang, please accept the courtesy of this junior!"
After saying that, Master Yan stood up and walked to Zhang Zhengru, bowing respectfully and saluting.
Dr. Zhang stroked his beard proudly. He nodded and looked at the 'little boy', and the arrogance he had just now dissipated a lot.
"In this case, the two of us will make the selection according to what Dr. Zhang said."
Afterwards, Master Yan returned to his seat and reviewed the works in front of him one by one again, even more seriously and carefully than before.
The two judges, Wang and Yan, looked at the works of the talents seriously, and the conference was quiet at this time.
Soon, the time of burning incense passed, and Dr. Zhang leaned his head back on the chair and almost fell asleep. Suddenly, Master Yan let out an exclamation, as if seeing how amazing he was, and heard him murmuring to himself in a medium voice -
"'The breeze plows the willows, and the bright moon guards the green mountains; but for your sake, I don't want to return it at dawn'... In just twenty words, I express my love vividly, which can be said to be 'highly rhymed and affectionate'"; take a closer look In this work, it can be said that when you start the brush, you want to be steep, when you stay, you want to be steep, when you move, you want to be substantial, and when you turn the brush, you want to stay, rise, and walk..."
Seeing Master Yan's admiration, Master Wang also put his head around. When he saw the calligraphy in Master Yan's hand, he also showed admiration and praised: "Only those who study calligraphy and are obsessed with it can write according to people's wishes. This is Although the poem is simple, it is valuable in revealing true feelings, and its meaning and spirit are integrated, making people smile knowingly after reading it."
"Yes! What Master Wang said is absolutely true!"
Master Yan nodded, and then he picked up this work and came to Dr. Zhang, and said solemnly: "Dr. Zhang, although this work is not as penetrating to the eyes of the younger generation as you, Dr. Zhang, it is considered one of the best among all works of life." Outstanding, you see..."
As Jing Yan and Wang sang in harmony, Dr. Zhang felt much less sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, then took the work from Master Yan's hand and squinted his eyes to read it.
What was different from before was that Dr. Zhang did not criticize it directly after seeing the words this time, but scanned it back and forth twice - this treatment alone was already the highest today.
Everyone watched Dr. Zhang's reaction in silence, and gradually felt confident in their hearts. It seemed that among the twenty-one works in the audience, this was the only one that Dr. Zhang could watch for a moment longer.
"The writer has ambition! Although this work cannot be said to be 'faced with bones and willow muscles', it is rare to be able to write in its own style, with 'admiration' in mind and inherent 'softness'. Compared with other mediocre works , you can actually read the characters in this painting."
These words coming from Dr. Zhang's mouth were already extremely high praise. All the talented people present craned their necks to look at this masterpiece, hoping to catch a glimpse of it.
Zhitang walked up to Dr. Zhang and bowed slightly, then took the work in his hand, turned around and shouted to everyone: "May I ask which talented person wrote this calligraphy?"
In order to prevent cheating at this conference, the talents did not sign their works.
"I am not talented, this work was written by me——"
When everyone heard the news, they saw Mr. Su standing up and walking out of his seat, and came to the judging table gracefully. Then, I saw him saluting Dr. Zhang and Mrs. Ling devoutly and saying, "Thank you Dr. Zhang, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Yan for your love."
"It turns out he is the dean's beloved disciple! That's right. Apart from Mr. Su, it's probably hard for anyone to have such attainments at such a young age." Master Yan looked at Mr. Su with a look of relief on his face, as if he was his own disciple.
"Hahaha - congratulations to Brother Su, congratulations to Brother Su!" Mr. Huang took the lead and said.
"There are three more items in the four-item competition, and now the 'qin art' is also going to be inferior -" Mr. Chen also agreed.
"Concession! Concession!" Mr. Su said humbly again.
"Master Su! Could it be that this poem of yours is still written for Miss Zhitang?" the onlookers outside the pavilion shouted.
Mr. Su smiled slightly, then looked at Zhitang sincerely, and said: "Miss Zhitang, Su's heart can be judged by heaven and earth. Ever since he saw the girl's beauty that day, he has thought about her day and night. Can't the girl feel half of it?" Or is Su not sincere enough to move the girl?"
"Miss Zhi Tang! Mr. Su is sincere, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"
"That's right, everyone around me was extremely moved when they saw it. Don't you dare to move?"
"Miss Zhi Tang, just accept Mr. Su, right? This will be a good story if it spreads -"
For a moment, the people watching around him started making noises, which made Tang Dao feel a little at a loss.
For this conference, she talked and suggested for several days before she got the nod from the big boss. After that, she was busy making a lot of arrangements, including selecting judges, selecting guests, and venues, planning the conference process, and finally sending out invitations. All she did was to see if she could find someone. There was the mute piano player, but now that the piano competition was being called off, it didn't count, and she was forced to accept the love of someone she didn't like by the onlookers who just watched the fun and didn't take it too seriously. How could she not be annoyed? ?
"Miss...you...just..."
Xiao Yuan, a little nymphomaniac, had long lost her soul when she saw Mr. Su's affectionate expression. Under the enthusiastic clamor of everyone, her head suddenly became hot and she persuaded her young lady to help Mr. Su.
Seeing Xiao Yuan's expression of being moved to tears, Zhi Tang couldn't help but feel even more helpless.
Master Su saw that Tang was about to speak again, so he spoke first and said while the iron was hot: "The wind stops at the autumn water, and Su stops at you. The weak water is three thousand, and Su is willing to take only one scoop, if..."
"Cough, cough——"
Just as Mr. Su launched his offensive in full view of the public, an extremely discordant cough suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere, as if it was intentional.
Everyone looked at the seats that had been tightly covered - the bamboo curtains were still not opened, but in front of the seats, a piece of rice paper with four lines of words on it lay quietly on the ground, attracting everyone's attention. .
Mr. Su frowned displeased. From the beginning to the end, he felt that the person inside the bamboo curtain was very unpleasant and seemed to have a hard time with him. Now that his carefully prepared love words were interrupted, he was naturally extremely angry.
Through this little episode, Zhi Tang felt like a drowning person seeking respite. She quickly walked to the seat, then bent down to pick up the piece of paper on the ground and asked: "Mr. Zheng, is this your work? "
"Hmph - why didn't you hand it over just now? It's so pretentious to hand it over now." Mr. Huang said disdainfully.
Mr. Chen was also very displeased at this time. He said in a strange tone: "Even if you want to attract the attention of the three judges, you still have to have this ability! Looking at all the talented and beautiful people in the academy in Chang'an, this word is better than Mr. Su's. , I really haven’t seen it before.”
"I'm afraid this person didn't steal someone else's name and brought someone's name in from outside? He took it out just now when everyone wasn't paying attention - by the way! I think that's definitely the case, otherwise how could he hide himself so tightly?" Mr. Huang said categorically.
Zhi Tang was stunned for a moment, then she quickly turned over the rice paper in her hand and carefully checked the four corners, and then said to Mr. Huang: "In order to avoid such falsification as Mr. Huang mentioned in this conference, Lan Qiufang specially printed the paper on the competition paper. I made a mark, and the little lady just checked it. This rice paper was indeed given out before the competition and was not brought from outside. Please rest assured."
Seeing that Tang You was right, Mr. Huang shut up angrily, but the disdain on his face was still very obvious, as if he concluded that this man was still going to be defeated.
