Xiao Yan put his hands behind his back and took a step forward.
"Otherwise, let's make a bet. After a while, you will be willing to copy the academic notes for me. If I win, you will finish copying the academic notes. If I lose..."
Kong Ziyan took the lead and said, "Then you have to promise me something."
Xiao Yan always felt that this scene seemed a little familiar, and he looked at Kong Ziyan with his eyes.
This talented woman of Zhou Dynasty is not as weak as she seems.
He immediately replied confidently: "Okay."
Kong Ziyan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, somewhat arrogantly, tilted her head, raised the angle at a forty-five degree angle, and said, "Then, I won't copy it!"
Xiao Yan took a few steps back, sat down at the desk, began to sharpen the ink, then picked up the pen, moistened it, and began to write.
Kong Ziyan turned to look at Xiao Yan who was sitting at the desk writing quickly, wondering how he would make her willingly copy the academic notes.
Not a bet?
Why did you copy it yourself first?
Kong Ziyan pursed her lips, walked forward slowly, stretched her head and glanced at the desk. When she found that she couldn't see it yet, she moved a few steps further and was immediately attracted by the words on the desk.
Vigorous and powerful, the pen moves like a dragon, the sky is beautiful, the style is playful and gentle, the strokes are delicate, the handwriting is thin and strong, and there is a hidden edge.
She had never seen fonts like this.
In the past, she felt that her Aye handwriting was considered rare in the world. She had seen the handwriting of several great calligraphers in Da Zhou. She even had several masterpieces hidden in her home, and she herself was copying them. The calligraphy master Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and small regular script also have his style.
But looking at the delicate and thin handwriting in front of me, I just feel that a new door has opened.
It turns out that there are such precious, wonderful and pleasing fonts in this world.
It is even more unbelievable that such fonts were written by the Prince of Xiliang and by a young man.
This made Kong Ziyan even more curious. What kind of person was the Prince of Xiliang, who was sitting upright in front of her, with his spine straightened and his expression focused.
Xiao Yan finished writing on a piece of rice paper in one breath.
Put down the pen in his hand.
Looking up, I happened to see Kong Ziyan who was bending over and lowering her head.
Hey.
Not to mention, this time, someone really got an advantage.
The white flowers are delicate and the ravines are visible.
The point is, the two peaks are not small.
I didn't notice it at first, but he was probably wearing a bra.
Exposed.
Exposed.
However, it’s really eye-catching!
Kong Ziyan felt a hot breath and realized that Xiao Yan had stopped writing. She looked up and found that the other person's eyes were staring in front of her. Then she followed the other person's gaze and looked back. Her face suddenly turned red. She straightened up immediately and gasped. Angry.
"lecher!"
Xiao Yan looked away and clicked his tongue.
He stood up and gave up his position.
Change the subject.
"What do you think of this word?"
Kong Ziyan's eyes widened angrily, her face was rosy, her eyes were aggrieved, shy, and angry, and she pouted slightly.
When Xiao Yan saw this, he went straight to Wang Po and boasted about himself, saying, "Vigorous and powerful, the pen moves like a dragon, the sky is beautiful, the style is playful, the strokes are delicate, the handwriting is thin and strong, and there is a hidden edge."
"Yes and no?"
Kong Ziyan nodded in disbelief.
It is indeed as Xiao Yan said, the sky is beautiful, the mood is gentle, the writing style is delicate, and the handwriting is thin and strong.
Finally, he looked at Kong Ziyan, who was still angry and blushing, and asked in a very seductive voice: "Do you want to learn?"
Kong Ziyan was not only a famous talented woman in the Zhou Dynasty, but also a calligraphy enthusiast.
Her small regular script has already achieved the status of calligraphers, but for her, it is still far from it.
When I saw Xiao Yan's handwriting, I felt like a frog in the well. I was a little too arrogant before.
There really is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
No wonder, Aye said before, don't underestimate the world.
Of course she wanted to learn such a beautiful font that she had never seen before.
Kong Ziyan looked at Xiao Yan with her beautiful eyes.
It is hard to imagine that the young master who was rumored to be guarding Yumen Pass alone, and that there has been no war in Xiliang since then, could actually write such handwriting that has the style of a calligraphy master.
If this font spreads out, all scholars in Shilin will go crazy for it, right?
A word worth a thousand dollars.
The thin gold body of Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, can really be said to be worth a fortune.
The font that founded the sect.
Kong Ziyan took a deep breath and asked softly: "Did you create this yourself? What is it called?"
Xiao Yan replied: "Of course it is my own creation, I call it thin gold body. The brush strokes are erratic, the handwriting is thin and strong, and it is thin without losing its flesh. The hidden edge can be clearly seen at the turning point, but it can still show off its sharp edge! "
Kong Ziyan murmured to herself, "Skinny golden body..."
Looking at Xiao Yan with both eyes, he praised: "Good calligraphy!"
Xiao Yan continued to persuade: "Do you want to learn?"
Kong Ziyan nodded repeatedly.
"think."
After saying that, he directly held up the hem of his skirt and stepped forward, saluted Xiao Yan, and said, "Master, please teach me."
Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment.
Ouch.
Am I a teacher?
Seeing Kong Ziyan's very serious expression and saluting decorously, she became more serious.
How can one live up to the desire to learn from a studious person?
Xiao Yan has admired such people all his life.
"Well, if you want to learn the Slim Golden Body, first..."
…
East Palace.
The side hall of Xi Zheng Hall.
Xiao Xian, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, endured severe pain, and had two maids by his side to give him medicine.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Excuse me, that Hush Yan is really almost disgusting."
Xiao Xian was chattering and speaking unclearly, whimpering and complaining to Xiao Wuji.
Xiao Wuji was sitting behind a desk not far away, quietly looking at the official documents in his hands, and picking up his pen to review from time to time.
It wasn't until Xiao Xian couldn't bear the noise of Xiao Xian's slurred words and whining that he put down the official document.
"Sixth Uncle, Xiao Yan is a young master who is rarely seen in the Great Zhou Dynasty for a hundred years. He who can fight alone against the ten masters of the Central Plains must be a martial artist."
"Such a person is somewhat unreasonable if he only possesses force."
"It's not worth getting angry with such a person."
Qi Wang Xiao Yuanjing is the sixth son of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which is also the sixth uncle of the current emperor. Qi Wang's crown prince Xiao Xian and the current emperor are cousins, and naturally they are also the cousins of the prince Xiao Wuji.
When Xiao Xian heard this, he immediately became excited and was about to express his grievance, but he hurt his wound.
"ah!"
A scream made the two maids who were applying the medicine tremble in fear.
Xiao Wuji frowned slightly when he heard the screams. He liked silence the most in his life and couldn't bear to hear such noise.
Xiao Xian burst into tears and started whimpering and cursing again.
Xiao Wuji waved his hand and asked the steward next to him to get some gold and silver jewelry, "Uncle Six, during this time, you don't have to go to Wenqutang and recuperate at home."
"Xiao Yan beat someone in the Wenqu Hall of the Imperial College and was punished."
"You are Gu's sixth uncle. Although he is also Gu's uncle, don't worry. Gu knows who is good to Gu and his relatives."
"These are just my thoughts. You can go back and recuperate. Don't hurt your handsome face, Uncle Six."
Xiao Xian's eyes lit up when he saw the gold and silver jewelry, and his face suddenly felt much less painful.
After hearing what Xiao Wuji said, he nodded repeatedly and stopped sobbing.
"Come on, it's really nice of you."
Xiao Wuji waved his hand and arranged for someone to send Xiao Xian away, who was causing him some headaches.
Looking at Xiao Xian being carried away, there was a look of disgust in his eyes.
He turned around and asked the maid to change the blankets, quilts, etc. on the couch.
Just a moment.
Yuan Ye walked in.
"Your Highness, regarding the rumors, our people have found some clues."
Xiao Wuji finally heard the good news and asked, "Can we find out who did it?"
