Chunyu Yue was very upset at this time, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more he thought about it, the more his hands shook.
In the past, every word I wrote with my eyes closed would be scrambled for, but now it seems that I can no longer write for a while.
Jia Meng was extremely nervous standing next to Chun Yuyue at this time.
What's wrong with Dr. Chunyu? Why can't he even write the word "Qinjiu"?
Seeing that the white paper on the desk was no longer enough, Jia Meng moved another pile from the table next to him.
Behind his back, Mr. Wang felt very distressed as he watched the fine white paper being crumpled into pieces of waste paper one by one.
Wang Laoshi thought to himself: I'm afraid Dr. Chunyu didn't do it on purpose. He rarely comes here to visit on weekdays. Today, he came here. He didn't spend any money, but he was still wasting things here.
Li Xin muttered to the side: "Sister-in-law, you don't have to be so serious. You just wrote these two words with your eyes closed."
Chunyu Yue couldn't hear the cynicism from others at all, but he was sweating profusely.
I originally wanted this font to be more like Huaiguzi's cursive style, but I found it really difficult to imitate.
No matter how I write it, it seems almost meaningless.
Then I made up my mind to write the small seal script that I was good at, but I found that I was completely distracted by this cursive script.
Every time I finish writing, the font looks crooked.
"The grass of Huaiguzi is really evil." Chunyu Yue muttered.
There were more and more pieces of waste paper around Chun Yuyue, and he was already a little dizzy from exhaustion.
Seeing Chun Yuyue writing and tossing one after another, Li Shui hesitated to speak.
After Chun Yuyue finished writing again, he paused for a while, and Li Shui turned to Li Xin and said, "Brother Li, it seems that Dr. Chun Yu has finally finished writing."
Li Xin nodded.
Li Shui said slowly: "Dr. Chunyu is really strict with himself. Even if it is a small writing competition, he must use all his strength to deal with it."
"I really admire Dr. Chunyu's spirit."
Seeing that Chunyu Yue didn't respond at all, he held the pen in both hands for a long time without any response.
Li Shui said to Jia Meng who was next to Chunyu Yue: "I don't want to see if your master has finished writing. Your Majesty is waiting here."
Jia Meng reacted and quickly looked down, and was shocked to find that Chun Yuyue had closed his eyes.
Jia Meng hurriedly shouted: "Teacher, teacher."
Li Xin saw something was wrong and stepped forward. He found that Jia Meng had called him for a long time but there was no response. He stretched out his hand and tried again, but he was still breathing.
Ying Zheng frowned and asked, "How is Dr. Chunyu?"
Li Xin raised his hands to Ying Zhenggong and said, "Your Majesty, Dr. Chunyu is probably just tired and fainted. He should be fine after taking a breather."
Then Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
Li Shui called to his servants and said, "Hurry and help Chunyu to rest in a private room."
After several people helped Chunyu Yue away, Li Shui suddenly remembered the word Qinjiu written by Dr. Chunyu Yue.
Then he said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, do you want to take over the words written by Dr. Chunyu?"
After Ying Zheng drank a glass of Qin wine, he said slowly: "Chun Yuyue has achieved great success in calligraphy for a long time, so I won't read it anymore."
"You can go and appreciate it and study hard."
Li Shui nodded and responded: "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, I know that my knowledge is shallow, so I invited judges here to rate everyone's handwriting."
"Why don't I take Dr. Chunyu's handwriting to the judges first?"
Ying Zheng nodded and said slowly: "That's okay."
Li Shui glanced at the servant next to him. He understood, and then rolled up Dr. Chunyu's font and took it to the judges' room on the second floor.
While Li Shui was talking to Ying Zheng about the production process of Qin wine, a servant came over with Dr. Chunyu's handwriting.
Li Shui asked slowly: "How is it? According to Dr. Chunyu's skills, it should be very easy to score a hundred points."
The servant lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, Sir, I am not a hundred percent."
Li Shui smiled and said: "It seems that the judges are very strict. Only His Majesty's calligraphy can achieve 100 points."
"That being the case, there will always be an eighty or ninety percent chance."
After hearing Li Shui's flattery, Ying Zheng smiled and said nothing.
The servant still shook his head and hesitated to explain.
Li Shui took the paper, opened it and saw that he only scored ten points.
Li Xin exclaimed: "Ten points, why is it only ten points?"
"Did the judges draw a zero less?"
Li Xin doesn't know calligraphy at all, and he's even worse than Li Shui at the moment. After all, Li Shui read a lot of excellent calligraphy works when he was designing Qin wine.
After a lot of tinkering, I can still tell the difference between the good and the bad in basic calligraphy.
Li Shui shook his head and said, "I'm afraid these two words written by Dr. Chunyu can only get ten points."
Li Shui then presented the scroll to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was also very puzzled. I am afraid that if it were written by an ordinary Confucian scholar, it would not be only ten points.
But after Ying Zheng read it, he also frowned, shook his head, and asked slowly: "Is this written by Chunyu Yue?"
Li Shui whispered: "It was written by Dr. Chunyu, and Jia Meng beside him can testify."
While several people were talking, Jia Meng supported Chunyu and walked out slowly from Yue Yajian.
Chunyu Yue knelt down and whispered: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I fainted for some reason."
Ying Zheng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, sit down and talk."
As soon as Chunyu Yue sat down, he looked at Li Shui and asked, "Master Huai, I wonder how many points I got for the calligraphy I just wrote?"
Li Shui and Li Xin looked at each other, thinking that if Chunyu Yue didn't mention it, they would just pretend it didn't happen.
Since Chun Yuyue himself doesn't care about his own skin, there is no need for others to be secretive.
Li Shui smiled and said, "Dr. Chunyu, you might as well guess for yourself."
Chunyu Yue thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty's calligraphy is the best in the Qin Dynasty. No one can match it. The old minister's calligraphy may be 70 or 80 points, which is the upper limit."
After hearing this, Li Shui smiled and said, "Oh? What about the lower limit?"
Chunyu Yue said slowly: "The upper limit and the lower limit."
After listening, Li Shui glanced at Li Xin, and both of them laughed involuntarily.
Li Shui said: "Dr. Chunyu doesn't have much else, but his self-confidence is really comparable to mine."
Chunyu Yue sneered and said, "I am not the same person as Mr. Huai. It's better not to compare you with me."
Li Shui smiled and said, "Okay, okay, that's it. Jia Meng, tell your teacher how many points he got for calligraphy."
Jia Meng took the roll and opened it. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little surprised when he saw the actual score.
When Dr. Chunyu was writing in front of the case, Jia Meng beside him kept watching, and his frown deepened as he watched.
Until the moment before Chunyu Yue fainted from exhaustion, Jia Meng glanced at the font on the desk and shook his head.
For some reason, Dr. Chunyu's performance is very different from his previous works.
Jia Meng held the roll of paper and hesitated as to how to speak.
Chunyu Yue frowned and said, "Don't worry, just say it. Master Huai happens to be practicing calligraphy recently, so I think Master Huai and I are learning from each other."
Jia Meng took a deep breath and whispered: "My lord, ten points."
Chunyu Yue subconsciously replied: "What is it, very outstanding?"
"Veteran, there is still room for improvement, and I absolutely do not deserve this honor."
Jia Meng said hurriedly: "Sir, it's only ten points."
Chunyu Yue reacted and exclaimed: "What?!"
