"Cheng Qian, you have been in Chang'an for a long time. Come and tell Mr. Feng about the origin of this thin gold body." Zhao Deyan ordered Li Cheng Qian to come out.
Li Chengqian saluted respectfully, and then started to talk with square steps.
"Originally, this kind of font was brought out by Xiao Yu, the Duke of the Song Dynasty, to his brother-in-law. The brother-in-law wrote a poem in his own thin gold script called "Xia Ke Xing". He also claimed that no matter whose calligraphy or poem, it surpassed this First of all, you are qualified to be his teacher."
"It's a pity that the news spread all over Chang'an City, but no one dared to reveal the list. But the painting of Knight's Journey was widely praised, and the thin gold body began to be imitated. It opened a lot of calligraphy and painting shops in Chang'an City, and for a time, Chang'an paper was expensive. Everyone is rushing to imitate it, but no one can learn the full charm of it."
"As for the real original work of Xia Kexing with a thin gold body, it was collected by Song Guogong."
Zhao Deyan added with a smile: "There are also rumors that he was taken away by His Majesty, but his whereabouts are unknown. Apart from this, no one has seen other masterpieces of the Slender Gold Body by the Marquis."
"What about this couplet?" Feng Zhidai asked, pointing.
Li Chengqian explained: "It was when the Hongwen Hall in the palace opened. My father asked his brother-in-law to leave a pair of calligraphy treasures and hang them on both sides of the gate. My brother-in-law wrote this beautiful calligraphy. When word spread out of the palace, it was imitated with thin gold bodies. , but Hongwenguan’s brother-in-law’s handwriting is not in this font, but in neat and elegant block letters.”
how? In addition to Slim Gold, are there any other fonts for Champion Hou?
Feng Zhidai asked curiously.
Li Chengqian and Yourongyan showed off and said: "Of course, my brother-in-law created not only a thin gold body, but also a majestic iron-blooded body. There is a couplet left by him on the Yushitai: "Please go elsewhere for promotion and wealth. If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, don’t enter this door! There are also many unknown things, such as dragons walking on grass, drunken grass and grass..."
Pfft...how is this possible?
Feng Zhidai's face was full of surprise and disbelief.
Li Chengqian argued: "How is this impossible?"
With that said, he turned around and walked to another room in the study, taking out a large round bamboo basket. It is full of volumes of calligraphy and painting.
"Look at it for yourself. These are all calligraphy and paintings that my brother-in-law usually practices. I'll look for it for you. By the way, there is a painting of The Knight's Journey here, which was written after we pestered him." Li Chengqian pulled out the oldest one. Apparently this one has been seen the most.
Feng Zhidai exclaimed: "These, these are the calligraphy treasures of the champion? Just throwing them away like this? Isn't it, isn't it said that a million dollars are hard to find?"
Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but laugh and said: "Master Feng, don't you just throw away the waste paper you usually use to practice calligraphy like this?"
Waste paper for calligraphy practice?
Feng Zhidai opened the knight's book, and the sharp murderous aura that hit him made him couldn't help but rub his eyes and take a deep breath. This, this is the real work of Champion Hou. Both physical and spiritual, both physical and spiritual! No, it should be said that the artistic conception has been understood. Otherwise it wouldn't be so dazzling.
"Such a wonderful work is actually a piece of waste paper for calligraphy practice? How is this possible? If you put it out for sale..."
Li Chengqian snatched it away and said, "That's not possible. Xiaojiazhuang has rules. Not a single piece of paper or a single word from here can be taken out."
Zhao Deyan smiled, "Mr. Feng, do you think the people who can come in here will be people who are short of money? If you steal this piece of waste paper, are you willing to sell it when you go out? It's a chance to come and see it. No one can There won’t be any other bad intentions.”
It was because he was stingy. Feng Zhidai nodded apologetically to Li Chengqian.
Li Chengqian shook the knight's line and said: "This one is not as good as the last one. It is said that the handwriting contains the great efforts of my brother-in-law, and it contains a set of extremely brilliant martial arts skills. It is a pity that no one has understood it yet. Now that my brother-in-law has lost all his martial arts skills, he will not be able to achieve the original artistic conception if he writes about a knight's journey again."
"Isn't it possible? Martial arts can be integrated into calligraphy and painting? Is it true?" Feng Zhidai didn't believe it. He admitted that the knight in front of him was very good at martial arts and he couldn't learn it. But if he said that a piece of calligraphy could teach people to practice martial arts, hehe, it was really too false.
Zhao Deyan said: "No one can prove it is true. But Mr. Hou never lies. Unfortunately, it is difficult to see him again, and I have not seen him either."
Li Chengqian whispered: "I, I saw it once, but after staring for a long time, I couldn't understand anything. My brother-in-law said that it's because I don't have the talent for martial arts and my understanding is not enough."
"Hey, have you really seen it? It's not loyal, then you said you haven't seen it before!" Yang Zhengdao grabbed Li Chengqian and complained.
Li Chengqian made a face, "I can't tell where it is, because I'm afraid you'll chase me and ask all day long. Besides, the calligraphy on that picture is not much different from this one, except that it looks better."
Better looking? Zhao Deyan and Feng Zhidai looked at each other, with a vague guess in their minds. In terms of calligraphy level alone, the one in front of me is already amazing, but is there anyone who can surpass it? Maybe there really is a secret in it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so tightly covered.
Feng Zhidai patiently opened the pieces of waste paper one by one and couldn't help but admire it, until he finally gave up with emotion. My handwriting is not bad, it can even be compared with individual works in these waste paper piles, but so what? There are so many champions, but I am only proficient in Wang Youjun's calligraphy... Compared with this pile of waste paper, my calligraphy is nothing to mention. What if the champion becomes serious?
Zhao Deyan patted him on the shoulder and said: "Sir, don't be discouraged. You are very accomplished in calligraphy. In time, you will definitely become a famous artist. There is no poetry that can't compare with this."
Poetry?
"Haha, my martial arts are poor, so I can't create a masterpiece in the style of Xiakexing. But I have lived in Lingnan for a long time. I once watched the tide at the beach in March. I gained a lot of insights and composed a poem about the bright moon on the sea. Please appreciate it, Mr. Zhao."
Soon, Feng Zhidai wrote a poem using his own running script.
Zhao Deyan praised him repeatedly, "Good, good calligraphy, good poems! The young master is a great talent! With this level, if you look at the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty, they can also be called the champions in both poetry and writing."
"Don't dare, don't dare, Mr. Zhao has won the prize. Wait...and said it together? Are you saying that you can't surpass him?" Feng Zhidai captured the key information.
This time, without Li Chengqian's intervention, Yang Zhengdao took out a thin book he had copied from the bookshelf and read aloud a poem in it: "The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide..."
After finishing the poem "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" in one breath, which is said to be the most unique piece in the Tang Dynasty, Feng Zhidai was dumbfounded and stood on the spot. I don’t know whether I was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem or was frightened.
It took a long time until the butler shouted from outside: "Sir, gentlemen, Mr. Feng, lunch is ready. You can come to the restaurant to eat."
Zhao Deyan woke up Feng Zhidai who was in a daze, "Hey, Mr. Feng, it's time to eat. Let's talk after dinner."
"Mr. Zhao, that song just now..." Feng Zhidai asked weakly.
"It was composed on a whim by the champion Hou. It was written down by his wife. It is only sung in this village and not known to outsiders. Otherwise, it would have caused a sensation in Chang'an."
For lunch, four dishes and one soup were all delicacies that were not available outside, but Feng Zhidai was not in the mood to enjoy it, and he looked completely lost.
Zhao Deyan reminded: "Master Feng, don't you like the food? These are all dishes invented by the Marquis. The cooks he personally taught to cook can't be eaten outside."
"Huh? Oh, oh, it's delicious. It's full of color, flavor and flavor. Although I've never had a royal banquet in the palace, I think it's nothing more than this."
Li Chengqian chuckled, "You're wrong again. The food cooked in the imperial kitchen is not as delicious as this. Although the imperial chef also learned cooking from his brother-in-law, he is not at the same level as Wu Ma here. Hehe, That’s another reason we love living here. The food is delicious.”
"These meals are also Champion Hou's idea? He can also cook?"
Zhao Deyan said with emotion: "Not only cooking, but also the Five Elements and Eight Elements, medical divination, astrology, agriculture, industry, water conservancy, etc., almost every industry you can think of, Mr. Hou seems to know something about it. He is the most knowledgeable person I have ever seen in the world. one!"
Feng Zhidai was speechless, "Is there anything he can't do?"
