"Song Yi, Jinghu South Road Xie Yuan this autumn, not only was he born in Baoqing Mansion, he is even a person from Sushui County. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the crowd, two young men stood on one side and talked in low voices.

Jiang Huijia's ears were extremely sharp, although they stood far away and their voices were low, Jiang Huijia heard their voices.

She swept over the two of them as if inadvertently, only to see that one of them was recognized.

When she was in Changsha City, Jiang Huijia had seen this person from afar. He is Zheng Qingyuan, known as one of the three talents of Yuelu Academy, a son of the Zheng family, and he ranked tenth in this year's township examination.

Jiang Huijia, the young man next to him, didn't know him, but looking at their posture when they spoke, he also had a hidden guess about his identity.

At this time, Chen Rui stood in front of the table with paper and pencil covered, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, please." ”

He raised his hand and said.

Song Yi and Jiang Huijia approached side by side, but when they arrived at the table, Song Yi stepped aside.

Jiang Huijia picked up the pen with one hand and opened the wide sleeves with the other.

Chen Rui was shocked all of a sudden: "Brother Song, who are you?"

The young man who had been fighting with him before laughed loudly: "Chen Songzhi, the one you invited doesn't seem to take you seriously!"

Jiang Huijia dipped the pen in the ink and tried the ink concentration on the straw paper on the side.

Song Yi turned his head sideways and said to Chen Rui: "Brother Chen, this Brother Jiang beside me is better than me when it comes to calligraphy attainments, can you wait a while?"

Chen Rui's complexion changed slightly, and he looked at Zhou Chang on the side, only to see Zhou Chang baring his teeth at himself.

At this time, Jiang Huijia had already tried the ink and began to write on the paved rice paper.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, and the beginning of twilight spring ......"

She didn't write very fast, but when she put down the pen, the tip of the pen stretched, and the ink-colored handwriting really seemed to flow like clouds and water, carrying an indescribable elegant and elegant atmosphere on the white rice paper.

The height of the table is suitable for standing and writing, Jiang Huijia holds the pen and hangs her wrist, and her bearing is leisurely, and a few people who are close can already see the elegant face of her handwriting gradually revealed.

The crowd, who were still a little careless, gradually restrained their discussions, and almost looked at Jiang Huijia with frightened eyes.

Chen Rui's eyes were also retracted, he couldn't help but step forward, and poked his head, and a pair of eyes stared directly at Jiang Huijia's handwriting.

Don't say that you look away, even if you blink an eye, you can't bear it.

The atmosphere was contagious, and soon, the audience was quiet and audible.

Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" has been recommended by calligraphers of all dynasties as "the first book in the world", especially praised for its floating clouds, pretentious, charming and vigorous, unparalleled!

There are too many people in the world who copy the order of the Orchid Pavilion, and there are many people who have obtained its form, and how many people have obtained its gods?

And now Jiang Huijia's Lan Tingxu, not to mention that it is like a dragon, it is like a dragon, but it can also be called charming and vigorous, and it has a chic posture that is different from the vulgar current.

In the eyes of people who love words, these ink-colored handwriting seems to be alive.

It's really like a spirit who has traveled through the past and the present, picked up the remnants of history, and danced in the endless river of time.

Although the ink color is new, its meaning is ancient!

Those who read it later will also be impressed by Sven. ”

Jiang Huijia dipped in ink again, and finally wrote the last line of words and dropped the last stroke.

At this time, the snow outside the open hall has not stopped, and suddenly a strong wind blows, and the long snow is like a full of catkins in the sky, and it blows into the open hall.

The onlookers hurriedly rushed to the wooden frame where the word panels were hung, blocking the wind and collecting the words.

The strong wind also blew Jiang Huijia's sleeves, and the sleeves flew up, and it was really a breeze into the sleeves.

She rests the brush on the pen holder.

On the side, Chen Rui suddenly flashed over, and when no one could react, he picked up the text panel that had not completely dried the ink, and laughed.

"The word is mine! Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, how about I give this handwriting?" Chen Rui took the word, hid aside like a treasure, and wanted to take the word into his arms, but seemed to be afraid of destroying the appearance of the ink strokes, cautious, excited, "No! No need to send it! I'll go out...... One thousand taels! No, three thousand taels! I'll pay three thousand taels for this painting!"

"Shaft!" Several scholars reacted, and suddenly those who blocked the wind stopped blocking the wind, so they ran to Chen Rui's side.

"What a scoundrel! Who said this word was going to sell you? Get it out of here......! Brother Jiang, he Chen Songzhi is the most gentlemanly, your good words are all buried in his hands, it is better to sell me, and I will pay three thousand taels!"

"Phew! Your minds are full of money, it stinks! How can I use money to measure the value of calligraphy? Brother Jiang, you Lan Ting preface, I will exchange the authentic handwriting of Ouyang Xun with you!"

One by one, the voices were chaotic.

Chen Rui said loudly: "Luo Qing and you are less full of nonsense! Can you have Ouyang Xun's authentic handwritings there? Deceiving ghosts and ghosts don't believe you! Brother Jiang, Ouyang Xun's authentic handwriting is exchanged for your handwriting, I don't believe it, but I have a lot of authentic calligraphy and painting of my old man, I will exchange one for your Lanting preface, so as not to dishonor you, right?"

It is of course impossible to exchange Ouyang Xun's authentic handwriting for Jiang Huijia's character.

This is obviously someone who said that he was smooth and said casually.

But it is obviously very possible to exchange Chen Ji's calligraphy and painting for Jiang Huijia's words.

Because Chen Ji is still alive!

Chen Rui is a descendant of the Chen family, and he is afraid that he will not be able to get Chen Ji's calligraphy and paintings?

But even so, Chen Rui's statement shows that he has a high opinion of Jiang Huijia.

On the side, Zhou Chang's voice sounded weakly, reminding Chen Rui: "Songzhi, don't we want to bet, if you win, you can go to Yinyi Hutong to exchange for the real Lanting handiwork?"

Chen Rui jumped to his feet and said: "What is the authentic Lanting handiwork! Who knows if it is true or false! Do you really believe that the authentic Lanting handwriting of other people can be exchanged for several copies of the book? Now that it has been handed down to the world, it is not as good as Brother Jiang's handwritten book! Haha!"

He simply turned it upside down, saying that black is also him, and white is also him.

Next to the wooden frame, Fei Hai, who was rolling a painting in his hand, looked at him coldly, and snorted lightly between his noses.

Chen Rui held the words and laughed proudly: "Fei Zhongyuan, open your eyes wide, but don't talk nonsense, you say it yourself, now Brother Jiang's words, compared with Brother Yan's words, who is stronger and who is weak?"

Fei Hai's face was blue and white for a while, and after a long time, he said coldly: "They are all imitations of the sages, just learning, how can there be a difference between strong and weak? Brother Yan has many years of skill, and he can get a few points." The...... Brother Jiang, can you write it in a fake way?"

This is simply a change of concept, but he doesn't dare to say that Yan Xuhua's handwriting is better than Jiang Huijia's.

Chen Rui was about to sneer again, and suddenly Zheng Qingyuan, who had been standing aside, walked over with the young man beside him who was slightly similar to him.

Zheng Qingyuan bowed his hand to Jiang Huijia and Song Yi together: "Brother Song, Brother Jiang, I said goodbye that day, but I will see you again today." ”

In fact, the only person he had ever met and talked to was Song Yi.

He pointed to the young man beside him and introduced, "This is my eldest brother Jinyi. Today, we all like Brother Jiang's good words, if Brother Jiang is free another day, please come to my Zheng house with Brother Song to explore the way of calligraphy?"

Chen Rui: "......"

Suddenly I felt a little silly.

This Brother Jiang in front of him is alive here, even if you want his words, you don't have to fight, just ask him to write a few more? )