"Everyone, how's it going?" Mao Ji's gaze swept over Li Zhaoxian and Su Mo, and asked the other judges in a deep voice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xie Duo: "The atmosphere is majestic, and there is something to say! Good words!"

Hu Guangjian: "Not to mention good words, this will surely become a masterpiece for the world! This Wuqing Cultural Conference is worth the trip, and it is worth the trip." ”

Kong Hongxu also nodded, shook his head and said: "This long and short sentence is nothing else, and the word appropriate is indeed the most valuable." After reading it, in the past, my Taizu and Chengzu opened the world with fearlessness and courage, and the last sentence is especially the best today, and now the Shengren Son of Heaven is in power, the weather is thousands, and the prosperity is obvious, which is in line with the true meaning of these four words. We ode to Your Majesty. ”

Mao Ji and the others looked at each other, and they all secretly scolded this shameless guy in their hearts. After the dignified Confucian saint, the contemporary Yan Shenggong respected such a flattering remark, which is really insulting. Just thinking about the fact that this old guy has just been freed from his crimes, the feeling of coming back from the dead is not too harsh.

Mao Ji responded first, and said with a smile: "Yes, Yan Shenggong's insight is really superhuman, admire." ”

Kong Hongxu smiled, his face beaming. Kong Wenshao next to him was young after all, his eyes were dodging, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Mao Ji saw that several people had reached an agreement, so he turned his head to look at Li Zhaoxian, and said with a smile: "What does Gongzi Li think?"

Li Zhaoxian secretly cursed in his heart, what kind of medicine did these old things take one by two? Isn't it just a poem, what's so remarkable.

He cursed in his heart, but he could only make a look of respect on his face, and sighed: "Brother Su Mo is talented, admire it first." ”

Mao Ji and the others all nodded with a smile, Li Zhaoxian's eyes flashed with a different color, and his face became more and more admiring and admired, and said respectfully: "This work is wonderful, there is a reluctant request first, and I hope that you gentlemen and Brother Su can respond to it." ”

Mao Ji sighed, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and said indifferently: "What kind of reluctant invitation?"

Li Zhaoxian bowed down and said, "Gentlemen, you should know that my father also likes this very much. First of all, I would like to ask all gentlemen, after the end of this meeting, I can give this work to the younger generations, and go back to eat my father, and I hope that you gentlemen will agree. ”

Mao Ji frowned, raised his eyes to look at him, and then looked at a few others, and was silent. Xie Duo's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said: "Zhen Boxian nephew, your filial piety is commendable, but don't you know that the gentleman is cautious and alone?

Everyone nodded when they heard this, Li Zhaoxian hated it in his heart, but he didn't dare to attack. After hesitating for a moment, and wanted to say more, Kong Hongxu suddenly spoke: "This is an ode to Your Majesty, who in the world dares to accept it except Your Majesty? ”

As soon as these words came out, Xie Duo and Mao Ji both nodded. Hu Guangjian was even more overjoyed, his heart moved, and he pointed at Su Mo and smiled: "In this case, why not bother Young Brother Su to transcribe it himself? ”

Everyone was bright-eyed and clapped in admiration. Li Zhaoxian's eyes also lit up, and when the words came to his mouth, he hurriedly swallowed them back, and looked at Su Mo with a flickering eye.

Su Mo had been standing aside with a smile, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he immediately agreed. It's just that his eyes fell on Li Zhaoxian, but he smiled slightly, and arched his hand: "Li Gongzi, it is your duty and I to serve the elders. Why didn't Li Gongzi come along, which just opened Su Mo's eyes. ”

Li Zhaoxian was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes were full of shame. Su Mo's words are beautiful, but the real meaning contains two layers. One is that he, Li Zhaoxian, is not worthy of giving him words, people say that it is his duty to serve his elders.

And among them, there is also a faint meaning of belittling his father Li Dongyang. After all, I just said that I wanted to ask for words for my father.

This guy invited himself in a fake way, saying what is it to come together, these old things in front of him have all pointed out the words that want Su Mo, and who is willing to ask him Li Zhaoxian? The meaning of coming together is actually to let him copy a copy of his own Lao Tzu.

In other words, in his Su Mo's eyes, these old things in front of him are elders, but his son Li Dongyang is not among them.

But everyone knows this meaning, but no one can declare it, and neither can he, Li Zhaoxian. Otherwise, as soon as he shouted, the original tacit heart would become a bright day, and his Li family's father and son would not want to save face.

This is one of them. And second, it is natural to ridicule Li Zhaoxian's dilemma in this competition. According to the previous agreement, by now, the two should each have a painting and a character.

However, at this moment, Li Zhaoxian could not leave any words at all except for the identical two paintings. Su Mo invited him to come with him at this time, and the subtext was his Li Zhaoxian's ability, and he could only copy Su Mo's poems behind Su Mo's buttocks, and he Li Zhaoxian's own things couldn't be used.

This face is beaten, and there is a loud bang. Although I didn't say it explicitly, as long as he has a brain, who wouldn't think of it?

Li Zhaoxian was so stunned that he couldn't wait to smash that smiling face with one punch. But the hand he had hidden in his sleeve clenched and loosened, and finally he took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger.

If you can't get Su Mo's handwriting, you can't get it, but the fact that this poem was written by him Su Mo can't be erased. As long as he presented this poem to the Son of Heaven through his father, he Su Mo could only bow down to death.

As for what Kong Hongxu said, the original work should also be presented to the Son of Heaven. Hey, don't you know that it's not the word itself that matters, but who says what matters.

Thinking of this, the resentment in his eyes flashed, forced himself to squeeze out a little smile, and reluctantly nodded in response.

Mao Ji and the others are all human spirits, how could they not see through the cattiness between the two people? Seeing that Li Zhaoxian finally endured it, he couldn't help but glance at each other, and his heart was slightly awe-inspiring. If the son is like this, what will happen to the father?

Su Mo didn't seem to think so much, and when he saw that Li Zhao responded first, he immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face, and picked up his pen and wanted to write.

Xie Duo suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, looked at him deeply, and said with a smile: "Little Su Mo, have you forgotten something?"

Su Mo's eyes narrowed, and he was slightly surprised in his heart. Of course, he understood what the old man meant, and Xie Duo meant that he should make up the inscription.

The so-called inscription is called "inscription" in front of books, inscriptions, calligraphy and paintings, and the text after it is called "inscription".

Su Mo's "Qinyuan Spring?? Snow", if he didn't write the words he had spoken in public as an inscription, it would really be tantamount to giving people a good handle to frame. But if there is an inscription, although I dare not say that it completely counteracts that crisis, but there is a basis for it, and it is not so easy for anyone to frame him on this basis.

But Xie Duo had only just met him, so why did he help him like this? Is it a pity? Su Mo was a little unsure. There is no such thing as hate without a cause, and there is no love without a cause. The genius of the Ming Dynasty had a lot of money, and Su Mo couldn't believe that just for the sake of mercy, he could let an old fox like Xie Duo stand up for him.

However, although he couldn't figure out the reason, the other party was kind after all, and he naturally couldn't ignore it. Therefore, he raised his eyes and smiled, shook his head slightly, and said leisurely: "Thank you so much, but don't worry." ”

Xie Duo was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes shrank suddenly. After a deep look at him, he slowly withdrew his hand, nodded and turned to sit back. I only secretly said in my heart: The future is terrible, the future is terrible!

The interaction between the two was only a brief moment, and it did not attract the attention of others. Su Mo immediately made a move, but in a moment, there were four pairs of letters, and inscribed the respect of several people, indicating the origin, and finally left his name.

Mao Ji and the four of them happily took it, and they watched it separately, and they were very satisfied. Over there, Li Zhaoxian also danced the dragon and snake and got his own pair. It's just that he doesn't know Mao's cursive, but he uses calligraphy, but he is also quite skillful, and has won some praise from Mao Ji and others.

When several people put away their respective text panels, Su Mo asked people to put away the original words and did not hang them below.

Since it was said that this character was going to be sent to the palace, it was also the right thing not to hang out at this time. Except for a few unknown scholars below, no one bothered about it.

Everyone sat down again, and Su Mo and Li Zhaoxian walked to Taichung again. This time, it was time to change to Su Mo to paint, and Li Zhao looked at the picture first and spoke.

Li Zhaoxian stood aside with his hands in his hands, surrounded by several Hualong people, although his face was solemn, but if he looked closely, he could find that the two of them looked at each other from time to time, and there was an irrepressible flow of joy.

The scholars below also gradually calmed down, and they all looked at the stage, looking forward to it and eagerly looking forward to it. Needless to say, Su Mo's first two poems really amazed the scholars. And that first painting is full of mystery and mystery, which makes people want to stop. So, how unimaginable will the second painting to be painted next?

To be honest, compared with Su Mo's poetry and calligraphy, at this moment, everyone's expectations for Su Mo's paintings are obviously higher.

However, Su Mo did not use those unusual canvas brushes like last time, but stood in front of the canvas and pondered for a while, and finally grabbed the most ordinary brush.

Everyone in the audience was stunned at first, and then they were faintly disappointed. However, Li Zhaoxian and Hualong were happy in their eyes, and they glanced at each other, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows showed a little more disdain.

"But it can't be done again, and sure enough, the donkey skills are poor. Hua Long raised his eyebrows and laughed lowly.

Li Zhaoxian was reserved on his face, shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity." The sarcasm at the corners of his mouth is no different.

However, as time passed little by little, the joy on his and Hua Long's faces became less and less, and gradually turned into a look of surprise.

Not only them, but even all the scholars in the audience were in a commotion, faintly whispering, and everyone was puzzled and anxious.

Why? Because Su Mo on the stage has not made any movements since he picked up the pen until now, except for a few volleys.

It is as if the idea in my heart is always unsatisfactory, so that I can't put pen to paper for a long time.

Just when everyone was gradually waiting a little impatiently, Su Mo suddenly put down the pen, turned to face Li Zhaoxian and smiled slightly, and invited solemnly: "Okay, I will ask Li Gongzi for advice." ”