While everyone was praising Tang An'an's calligraphy and complimenting Zhang Yan's young genius, Yan Ran'er backstage felt a little solemn.
In fact, she didn't feel any physical discomfort. She just wanted Tang An'an to take action first so that she could act according to the situation and try to suppress Tang An'an's limelight.
But at present, it seems that this wishful thinking is difficult to achieve.
Even if you can't win, at least you can't be too far behind!
At the very least, we must first guarantee the top three and win this round before we have a chance to turn around later.
Yan Ran'er gritted her silver teeth and determined to have a head-on collision with Tang An'an on the same talent.
After a little preparation, Yan Raner, who had changed into another dress, stepped onto the stage.
Not as hot and bold as before, the short skirt is only slightly transparent, and only the spring color inside can be vaguely seen, but it adds more charm and attracts countless eyes.
Pingping Tingting saluted, and Yan Ran'er smiled charmingly, "Sister Tang is extremely talented, and Ran'er is fascinated by her, so she wants to imitate her and ask for advice. I also hope that all the wise men here will stop laughing at me."
Oh, is it possible that Yan Xingshou plans to compete with Tang Xingshou in calligraphy?
Many viewers became more and more excited. After all, watching the excitement is not a big deal.
Then, they saw a group of boys bringing in writing utensils and then carrying a screen. The core of the screen was made of plain white gauze.
Are you going to write a book on the gauze screen core?
This is too simple, it is completely incomparable with the difficulty of Tang An An's book on Piaoling.
What kind of challenge is this?
The audience was confused and somewhat disappointed.
Yan Ran'er on the stage seemed unaware, still smiling like a flower, "Sister Tang just said that Mr. Zhang Xiaolang may become a leader in the world of poetry in the future. The slave family is short-sighted and dare not say no, but the slave family thinks that now we have to discuss poetry. As for the leader of the altar, it must be His Highness King Yan."
Yan Ran'er gave Tang An'an a small stab. The King of Yan is still alive, but you brazenly say that a little kid can beat him in the future. It's a bit of a joke.
Tang Anan, who was behind the stage, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he clenched his pink fist fiercely.
Yan Ran'er continued, "The Mulan poem written by His Highness King Yan for his beloved has moistened many childhood dreams. The fact that Madam Jiang is so favored really makes the slave family jealous, but the slave family is also aware of herself. Dare to dream of comparison."
Another stab made Tang Anan's face darker.
As the audience smelled the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder, they became more and more interested.
Then Yan Raner's voice changed, "It is rumored that Sister Tang wants someone to write a poem for herself that can rival Mulan's poems. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, the Nu family shares this sentiment. In fact, it is not necessarily comparable. Mulan Ci, as long as it is written by His Highness King Yan, the slave family all dreams of it. Perhaps because of the sincerity of the Nu family, His Highness King Yan actually donated the lyrics. The Nu family is extremely happy and can't help but want to share it with everyone."
Before he finished speaking, the audience was already filled with shock.
"King Yan is composing lyrics again!?"
"Really or not? It's true that King Yan is extremely talented, but he doesn't seem to like writing poems and lyrics. Only a few of them have been circulated in the world, and only half of Mulan's poems have been circulated."
"Hey, many people say that King Yan has exhausted his talent. Some even speculate that those masterpieces were ghostwritten by others."
"This ghostwriting theory is a bit ridiculous. Anyway, I can't think of anyone in the world who has such talent and is willing to take advantage of others." 5
"Haha, there are always many self-righteous people in the world. Rumors are inevitable, but rumors only stop with the wise."
"Let's not discuss this now. I can't wait to appreciate His Highness King Yan's masterpiece."
"Yes, yes, if it is really the masterpiece of King Yan, it means that Yan Xingshou is definitely not ordinary. Otherwise, how could he be so favored."
"My brother's words are very reasonable. In this case, the oiran should be the leader of the strict line."
"Haha, if it's really King Yan's words, then no matter how good or bad Miss Yan's calligraphy is, it will add a lot of color to it."
Amidst the heated discussion, Zhao Mengqi looked confused. When did he send her a message?
Zhao Feng even had an expression on her face as if she was trying to catch a girl, "Okay, fourth brother, you are cheating on Sister Wanwan behind Sister Wanwan's back, why don't you explain it quickly, otherwise the news will be spread to Sister Wanwan's ears, but don't It’s strange that my little sister won’t intercede for you.”
Zhao Yan gnawed on the fruit, juices splashing everywhere, and muttered, "There's nothing wrong with Fourth Brother finding a few more sisters-in-law. I advise Fifth Sister not to meddle in other people's business. Besides, this sister on stage is quite pretty... …”
Jian Niang still knows how to be considerate. My brother’s love for you is not in vain!
Zhao Mengqi was greatly relieved and raised his eyebrows at Zhao Fei and said, "See, this is what a good sister should look like, learn more!"
"Ugh!" Zhao Fei shook her head, "I'm doing it for my daughter in a mess!"
Zhao Mengqi curled his lips and seemed to be saying to himself, "Dad probably misses his daughter very much. It's time to send someone back..."
"Ah? No!" Zhao Fei raised the white flag immediately, "My little sister is wrong. My little sister swears to always stand by the fourth brother's side and will definitely keep the secrets for the fourth brother!"
How can I keep my secrets with you? As long as you don't talk nonsense, that's fine.
Zhao Mengqi was a little speechless and let him go gently.
On the stage, Yan Ran'er listened quietly to the comments that floated into her ears, feeling quite contented in her heart. Hum, Tang An'an, Tang An'an, if you use a so-called prodigy as a raft, don't blame me for lifting King Yan to give you wings.
At this time, Zhou Chengji stood up, raised his hand and said, "Everyone, be quiet for a moment... I often meet His Highness King Yan, but I have never heard of any new works by him. However, Yan Xingshou received a speech from His Highness, which made him order I can’t help but be a little envious, haha, let’s put aside the idle chatter for the moment and ask Yan Xingshou to write the lyrics, we are really looking forward to it.”
After order was restored at the scene, Yan Raner stopped delaying.
She walked to the desk and arranged the utensils one by one. Then she folded a piece of linen cloth into a long and thick strip, covered most of her face above the tip of her nose, and tied it tightly.
Oops! Blind writing? interesting!
The interest in the eyes of the audience became even stronger.
You know, although people who can write can write even if they close their eyes, but it is another matter to write well, and the brush is still used.
Then everyone saw that Yan Ran'er, who was already "blind", picked up the langhao pen quite accurately, stretched it to the inkstone, touched it a few times, and then lifted it up.
There were a few sharp-eyed people who clearly saw that the brush strokes were still white and not stained with ink at all, but they did not warn them out of a desire to watch the fun.
But Yan Ran'er didn't notice it at all. He picked up the pen in one hand and the inkstone in the other, and walked behind the screen.
This was quite unexpected by the audience, but they all thought that Yan Ran'er planned to turn it over and show it to everyone after writing it.
The screen core gauze is very thin and transparent. In the light, even the audience in front can see Yan Raner's every move through the screen, and it still has a somewhat misty beauty.
In fact, gauze and silk are not as good carriers for writing as silk, after all, their ink absorbency is slightly worse.
Yan Ran'er must have known it himself. Since he still made this choice, he must have his own plans, and others would not bother to remind him.
She stood quietly for a while, not sure whether she was brewing or determining her position.
The audience became inexplicably nervous and their breathing slowed down a lot. Then they saw her take a deep breath and write straight again.
The brush strokes are like flying, and Yan Ran'er's figure seems to be dancing.
However, more and more people are discovering that there is no trace of the pen and not even a drop of ink is left on the gauze and silk.
"Hahaha, please forgive me for being so rude. I just discovered that Yan Xing's first stroke was not stained with ink..."
"No ink? Didn't you write about loneliness?"
"Isn't that right? Even if she couldn't see the inkstone just now and didn't get any ink on it, it's understandable. But the inkstone was in her hand later, so it would still be empty?"
"Yes, yes, why is it so strange? Or is there no ink in the inkstone?"
"Isn't it Yan Xingshou's intention to amuse everyone with his comedy..."
"Haha, in fact, even if it's not, it doesn't matter. The worst is to write it again."
There was a lot of people talking. It stands to reason that Yan Ran'er would be able to hear some of it, but she was indifferent.
Sincerely, there is no panic at all, and I still write step by step.
As a result, the audience gradually felt that she must have done it on purpose, and they all laughed very easily.
There were only more than fifty words in total, and it didn't take much time. Yan Raner quickly stopped writing.
Someone in the audience ridiculed loudly, "Yan Xingshou, are you writing a wordless heavenly book? It's a pity that ordinary people like us can't understand it."
Yan Ran'er took off the thick linen and responded playfully, "I really want to be a fairy, but my destiny is difficult."
Zhou Chengji laughed, "Hahaha, Yan Xingshou was so calm and composed. It doesn't seem to be a mistake, so I'm relieved. However, we still haven't seen King Yan's masterpiece."
"Just a moment, judge."
Yan Ran'er smiled brightly, walked to the desk, tinkered with a few small porcelain bottles, and then walked back behind the screen holding a bulging cloth bag.
Then, she suddenly raised the cloth bag, and a large cloud of dust rose up, wrapping the screen with her.
Yan Ran'er was spinning and jumping in the smoke, looking like flying in the clouds.
Of course, if it were an ugly person like this, it would be called a disgraced person.
The clouds and mist gradually dissipated, and Yan Ran'er began to gently tap the gauze at the core of the screen, causing another wave of mist to spread.
The audience didn't know why and waited patiently for a while.
After the dust settled, someone noticed something unusual on the screen, "Ah! There are words!"
People looked intently and saw dozens of beautiful regular scripts on the gauze. Under the light of the lights, the gold with red was dazzling.
Zhou Mi stood up again and recited, "If you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness.
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like flying catkins, the air is like a gossamer, and there is a lingering fragrance in the air. I hope that the rich wanderer will do it.
When will the syndrome come?
When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright. "
After reading it, he felt confused, "Is this a new word? It doesn't seem right. It's more like Xiao Ling, but the artistic conception is very beautiful, sincere and natural, pure and natural, and it is quite similar to the slow voice of Master Yi An. The word "思" is used three times at the beginning, and the word "时" is used four times at the end. It is a series of overlaps. The writing style is bold and natural, which is quite interesting in nature. It is not artificial and the ink is full of colors. It is a masterpiece! excellent work! "
Yan Ran'er thanked him with a blessing, "Zhou Yameni is a great talent. This is indeed a new creation of His Highness King Yan. It is called the Order of Gui Gui."
Zhou Mi nodded, "It is said that King Yan prefers innovation in everything, so it is not unusual for him to issue this small order. However, Yan Xingshou's writing method is also refreshing!"
"It's not worth mentioning." Yan Ran'er pretended to be humble, "I think everyone can see the secret. In fact, the Nu family uses honey as ink. After writing, they sprinkle it with a mixture of gold powder, rouge, and pearl powder. .”
Indeed, the audience had guessed a few things, and at this moment they suddenly realized that there was indeed nothing magical about it, and the materials used were all items used by the daughter’s family for dressing. The key was Yan Raner’s dexterity.
Many things are worthless to put it bluntly, but they do not affect people's appreciation of the founders.
At this time, someone suddenly realized, "Oh, Yan Xingshou is amazing, those words are written backwards!"
Others also realized that, yes, she was writing behind the screen. If she were writing normally, then from the perspective of the front-facing audience, the words should be reversed.
This is very beneficial!
Although it is not a special skill, because a few engraving craftsmen can also write backwards, they are more of copying.
If they practice carefully, many people may be able to write backwards, but this has no practical value.
In any case, although the character Yan Ran'er is written backwards, the calligraphy level reflected is still very high.
With so many bells and whistles added, the judges were embarrassed not to give praise, so Yan Ran'er also got a top five this round, firmly ranking in the top three.
Next, is the final round, which is the final selection!
