Speaking of this, she suddenly rolled her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered it, and looked at Wang Zi'an with a proud look on her face.
"What if you lose?"
Wang Zi'an waved his hand casually.
"The bet must be fair. It's worth every word. If I lose to you, it's worth every word - don't worry, I won't default on your debt. Who in Chang'an City doesn't know that I, Prince An, am rich -"
Seeing Wang Zi'an agreeing happily, the girl suddenly rolled her eyes and a sly smile appeared on her face.
"That won't work. If you lose, you have to be my servant and let me handle it. Do you dare? If you don't dare, just admit defeat, so as not to say that I don't give you a chance and show that I am not kind enough..."
Hey--
You came back pretty quickly!
Wang Zi'an felt amused and nodded casually.
"Then it's settled. If you lose, Brother Li will work as a servant for me. If I lose, I will work as a servant for you. Whoever is a scoundrel is a puppy..."
The little girl suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember what was wrong.
I simply didn’t think about it.
He definitely couldn't win anyway.
Being good at writing poetry does not necessarily mean you are good at writing articles.
Writing is a way of conveying the truth. Writing poetry relies on talent, while writing articles relies on academic accomplishment and life experience. Without a certain amount of accumulation, how is it possible to write a truly outstanding moral article with just a little talent?
Besides, who is Mr. Wang Gui?
The moral article is well-known all over the world, and I am safe this time!
When she thought about how embarrassing this arrogant bitch would be when she allowed herself to be ravaged and tortured later, she felt happy and impatient.
"I see that you, a pretty boy, don't know how to be humble and reverent, and you just like to brag. Your character is definitely not very good, so let's talk about morality -"
Having said this, she raised her head slightly proudly.
"This is called self-examination three times a day. I--I will help you reflect and reflect..."
Li Zhishan couldn't help but frown slightly. She did hear the difference in the bets, but at this time, her sister had already agreed, so she couldn't reject it on the spot.
Not only does that make your girl's face look dull, but it also makes you look guilty and timid.
He simply remained silent.
What are you afraid of?
He couldn't win anyway!
It is already curious enough that someone compares his essays in the street with Mr. Wang Gui's essays. Add in a sufficiently gimmick bet and a sufficiently weighted referee to make it impossible not to attract attention.
What's more, everyone is worried that there is no place to watch the fun.
Isn’t this coming?
Soon, there were three floors inside and three floors outside.
All the learned and unlearned gathered together.
Just watch the fun, you don’t care if I’ve read a book or not!
Wang Zi'an looked at the little girl who was proud of herself with a smile, then looked at Li Zhishan who looked relatively calm, and nodded slightly at Ouyang Xun.
"In this case, this junior will show his disgrace——"
After saying that, his wrist was hanging in the air and his pen was moving like a dragon or a snake.
Brush brush brush——
One swipe and done.
As soon as he started writing, Ouyang Xun's eyes lit up. He is one of the most famous calligraphers today. Needless to say, he has good eyesight. He can see the extraordinary character of Wang Zi'an at a glance.
Good words!
Dignified and beautiful with a hint of agility, powerful yet a bit elegant, tall and tall, rounded and natural, powerful enough to see through the back of the paper, an outstanding marriage!
No, it’s not Zhuo Ran Cheng Jia. This kind of writing power is no longer enough to be described as Zhuo Ran Cheng Jia.
The skills are close to the Tao!
This is the realm that I have been searching for but cannot achieve!
He was afraid that his voice would interrupt Wang Zi'an's state, not to mention cheering, and he didn't even dare to take a breath. Not only that, he stretched out his hands towards the surroundings and pressed down slightly, making a silent gesture.
The others were far away and could not see the specific situation of Wang Zi'an, but they knew the name of Mr. Ouyang Xun. Seeing his actions, they were all trying to save face, and even the nearby discussions disappeared.
Li Zhishan was close to the fat little girl and could see his handwriting clearly. A strange color flashed in their beautiful eyes.
This word is so beautiful.
"What's the use of good words? What we are comparing is not words, but articles——"
The little girl hummed softly, but she felt inexplicably guilty in her heart.
Although this pretty boy is mean-mouthed, he seems to be a bit genuine.
She continued to watch, and the more she watched, the more she felt guilty. Just when she was wondering if she should interfere with Wang Zi'an's writing state, Wang Zi'an had already put down the last stroke and slowly closed the pen.
He looked down at the Ailian he had just written and nodded slightly.
"Although the performance is not good, it seems to be okay. It's passable-"
Ouyang Xun:......
Now he finally understood why the little girl was so angry and insisted on betting against this person.
Even Zhishan, a girl with such a good temper, would agree to a bet. This brat is so eloquent in his words.
You don’t care about this word, is this article okay?
Just make do?
I'll join you, uncle!
This is a legendary piece!
He was shocked in his heart, and the old guys around him were not much better.
"People say that the Marquis of Chang'an is extremely talented. I thought it was an exaggeration. But when I saw him today, I realized that the Marquis of Chang'an's talent is even better than the rumors."
"The Marquis of Chang'an is truly a genius, unrivaled—"
"..."
Listening to several old gentlemen praising each other, Wang Zi'an bowed his hands in humility.
"That's a big prize, that's a big prize——"
As he spoke, he did not forget to turn around and cup his hands at Li Zhishan and the fat little girl who looked suspicious of life.
"Today I just thought about having a drink and chatting with Brother Li, but I didn't feel anything. The writing was not good, and it made Brother Li laugh--"
Li Zhishan:......
She suddenly wanted to pounce on him and bite him. This man was really too lazy to talk. What should she do if he bites him?
"Mr. Ouyang, how good is the article written by the Marquis of Chang'an? Who won the bet -"
They couldn't put it down to admire it here, and they were puzzled by the people watching around them.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but urge him.
Ouyang Xun stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and picked up the article written by Wang Zi'an. His cautious posture was as if the manuscript was made of Liuli, lest it be broken accidentally.
"The Marquis of Chang'an is truly unparalleled in the world. I dare not say that there will be no one after him, but there is no one before him, but he deserves it——"
Having said this, Ouyang Xun held the manuscript with a sigh on his face, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
"I just realized today that the beauty of words is so beautiful, so beautiful—"
He was full of praise there, but the people watching were not happy.
We don’t care whether his handwriting is good or not, we only care who wins the bet!
Ouch, we are just here to watch the fun——
Seeing people around you making noises and asking for judgment.
Ouyang Xun raised the manuscript in his hand with emotion on his face.
"With this article, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. What matters is that we have another great master in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty——"
As soon as these words came out, the little girl with baby fat suddenly felt something was wrong.
His eyes were rolling, looking at that posture, he actually wanted to wait for an opportunity to run away. Unfortunately, she miscalculated. There was too much noise here and a sea of people surrounded her. What was worse was that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, many people blocked her escape route by chance.
Just kidding, we are here to watch the excitement. If you are a swindler, we will be lonely...
Li Zhishan's mind was already in a state of confusion at this time.
Although Ouyang Xun has not announced the result yet, she knows that she will lose.
The "Ai Lian Shuo" written by Wang Zi'an is really amazing.
"It is said that words are the voice of the heart, so what is shown in this article is the true character of the Marquis of Chang'an? Therefore, his cynicism, frivolity and dissoluteness are all just disguises for the world to see!"
The more Li Zhishan thought about it, the more she felt that she had discovered the true identity that Wang Zian had hidden.
Yes, only a person with this kind of talent who is higher than the world can have such a free and easy way to ignore the princes and play with the world.
Thoughts were flashing in her mind, and her face was sometimes happy and sometimes worried. In just a short moment, she almost acted out a super drama in her heart, in which an expert from outside the world plays games with the human world.
"Grand master of literature——"
Listening to Mr. Ouyang Xun's words, all the scholars present took a deep breath.
This evaluation is really too high, and the status of the person who made this evaluation is really too transcendent.
Ouyang Xun may not be the most prominent person in the Tang Dynasty, but his status is the most transcendent. He is not only a college student at Hongwenguan, the most famous calligraphy master in the Tang Dynasty, but also a highly respected senior scholar. Even Kong Yingda and Yan Shigu When you see this kind of person, you must behave like a junior.
His comments in the air are extremely valuable.
Many scholars gave up on the spot. The imperial examination was coming soon. If they could get such an evaluation from Mr. Ouyang Xun, they would not be able to become famous immediately.
Although I heard that sealing and recording will be implemented in the spring of next year, no one is afraid of having too much reputation, especially this kind of reputation.
Many people became sour on the spot.
As for those who are just watching the excitement, it is much simpler.
What is a Grandmaster and can it be eaten?
This stuff isn't important, what's important is that I seemed to have fun watching it.
"Old sir, don't be pretentious and tell me quickly, who won -"
Mr. Ouyang Xun looked back, and Wang Zi'an, who had a slightly shy smile, nodded approvingly.
What a humble and honest young man.
So talented, yet so low-key.
If it were another person standing in his position, he would still have his tail raised to the sky.
Look at this person again, he's so low-key.
The poems are so exquisite that they can be easily spoken, and the first one is a classic. No one would have revealed it unless Wang Tong and the others made a fuss at the poetry meeting. If not for a coincidence, the calligraphy was broken by Kong Yingda and the others, and no one would have known about it. Even If this article hadn't happened to be accidentally bumped into by the two precious daughters of the Li Jing family today, they probably wouldn't have revealed it.
Low profile.
modesty.
simple.
Talented!
At such a young age, one’s character has been cultivated to such an extent?
Many elderly people cannot do this.
The approval in Ouyang Xun's heart almost dripped from his face.
For such a child, if you don't take the initiative to push him and help him become famous, you will feel sorry for your conscience.
Well, by doing this, I definitely didn’t want to share the risk of offending Wang Gui.
Thinking of this, Mr. Ouyang Xun held up the manuscript Wang Zi'an had just written.
"I see that many of you here are well-educated people. How about I read this article out and let everyone judge who wins and who loses..."
When everyone heard it, they immediately cheered.
In fact, in past poetry conferences, everyone also had a joint tasting session, but the judgment of merit was usually left to respected seniors like Mr. Ouyang Xun.
But isn't this a coincidence today?
Who wouldn’t be happy if you don’t have to stand up and share the pressure of offending others, and you can still judge the quality of the article?
The sense of participation comes right away, okay?
Ouyang Xun pressed his hand down, and the crowd suddenly became quiet. They wanted to know what this article, which was highly praised by Mr. Ouyang Xun, was written like.
"The flowers of land and water are so lovely that they are so beautiful."
This is a very general question.
Many scholars present had an idea in mind.
That's it?
At this moment, Ouyang Xun's slightly aged voice was heard.
"Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang Dynasty, people have loved peonies very much."
There were already some whispers in the crowd.
It's not that the writing at the beginning is bad, it's mainly because Mr. Ouyang Xun raised the book too high at the beginning, and everyone's expectations were almost fully raised.
In fact, it may not be that he doesn't want to see Wang Zi'an's jokes.
If you say that old gentlemen like Ouyang Xun and Wang Gui are literary masters, no one will say anything about it.
As an old-timer, he still looks modest by holding some.
But this piece of shit like Wang Zi'an is different.
Among his peers, he is even much younger than himself, so why should he!
I felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Now that I heard the beginning, there was nothing surprising about it, but the atmosphere in the crowd became a little uncontrollable, and some people began to whisper.
However, due to the status of Mr. Ouyang Xun and Wang Zi'an, they did not dare to be presumptuous, but they looked at the two people with somewhat strange eyes.
Li Zhishan, who had already read the article itself, looked at Wang Zi'an who looked indifferent with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. Li Zhiruo, a little girl with baby fat on her face, suddenly felt confident.
I understand, Grandpa Ouyang is indeed helping him. When he praised that boy just now, he was just digging a hole for him.
Good, very good!
At this time, she didn't want to run away, she just waited to see Wang Zi'an's joke.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Xun's voice suddenly dropped and he became particularly generous.
"I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, touches the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilion is clean and planted. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
boom--
The crowd exploded instantly.
The scene became audible.
"I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, touches the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilion is clean and planted. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
Through the description and depiction of the lotus flower's grace, the noble feelings that emerge from the mud but remain unstained are highlighted at once. Especially the conclusion of "You can watch it from a distance but don't play with it" makes people unable to help but admire it.
Respectable but not humiliating, this is the ancient style of a benevolent person with lofty ideals!
The main reason was that the scholars who suddenly fell silent behaved very abruptly and obviously. The silent atmosphere also infected some of the traffickers and lackeys who were just watching the fun.
Although everyone can't understand what they are writing, they are watching the excitement professionally and are still very entertained.
After reading this, Mr. Ouyang Xun couldn't help but feel a little excited. He took a deep breath and read with emotion.
"I call chrysanthemum, the flower that is reclusive; peony, the flower that is rich and noble; lotus, the gentleman of the flower. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who is the same as the love of lotus? The love of peony. Love is for everyone!"
After reading the article, there was silence.
Ouyang Xun turned around and looked at Wang Zi'an.
"In the past, I only thought that there was a rare young talent. Today, after reading my masterpiece, I realized that I turned out to be an outstanding gentleman and a benevolent person in ancient times——"
The crowd was completely silent.
Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Wang Zi'an, who looked like a human and was almost as good-looking as himself, seemed to write a little better than himself.
Only Li Zhiruo, who had a round face and a bit of baby fat, still didn't understand the situation. Seeing that everyone suddenly stopped talking, she couldn't help but urge.
"Grandpa Ouyang, what are you talking about? This stinky-cough, who wrote this piece by Wang Zi'an and Mr. Wang Gui-ah, sister, why are you pulling me..."
