Fu Xuan was willing to come to the competition, and the most pleasing thing was the emperor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Jin Dynasty changed regimes frequently, the emperor Sima Yi ascended the throne at a young age, and Fu Xuan's class of sons of the same age, but because of the identity of the king of a country, many aspects can not be like the son of the family to have fun, has been depressed for a long time, at this moment Fu Xuan is willing to come to the book, the emperor is very fond of calligraphy, for the emperor is a rare opportunity to indulge in fun.

The emperor shouted: "Come on, present the pen and ink to Gongzi Xie." ”

The little eunuch serving beside the emperor hurriedly greeted him and said timidly: "The emperor and nobles have forgotten that the pen and ink should be brought by the sons of each family." ”

The emperor glanced at the corner of his eyes, this little eunuch was fourteen or five years old, thin and small, but he couldn't speak, which made the emperor unhappy for a while, thinking about how the Zhao Zhongguan, who had served him for decades, was infected with the wind and cold and called for leave today, and only sent such a small eunuch with a bad brain to serve. ”

The sons of the families who came, although they knew that they would not come to the stage to compete in the book, but after all, it was the emperor's invitation to appreciate the word and the book competition, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were still brought by their own family, and Fu Xuan was also prepared with a set.

After that, the little eunuch had come to Chu Meng, spread his palms, Chu Meng came back from waking up, went to get the set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone brought from Wuyi Alley, handed it to the little eunuch, and said softly: "I'm tired." ”

The little eunuch should bear the head, holding the set of four treasures back to the stage, the servant on the stage has brought a wooden case and placed it in the center of the wooden platform, the little eunuch knelt and leaned over, and put the utensils in place.

After the little eunuch laid out the paper, he began to grind it on the inkstone on the side, and asked Fu Xuan, "How much water does Gongzi Xie need for this ink?"

Fu Xuan glanced at him and replied, "Call the maid I brought to study, she knows my habits." ”

Chu Meng put his hand in front of the lower abdomen, lowered his eyebrows on the stage, carefully followed the steps in the middle of the case, picked the position with his back to Huan Jie, and knelt down, all in one go, Huan Jie's head looked at it from afar, only to see a woman dressed in the Nanling Palace's maid shirt was called up to help Fu Xuan grind, just as the main family is usual, and is suspicious.

The first dream lightly lifted the ink ingot, cut into the spring water of the two buckets in the inkstone, twisted lightly with the fingers, and grinded it carefully in a circle. Sure enough, it is a good ink in Tongzhou, gently grinding the shiny pine resin slowly rippling from the ink, the first dream carefully studied, flying eyes to follow Fu Xuan's eyes, as if asking him for his opinion on this ink, but saw Fu Xuan looking at him gently, his eyes were full of love and pity, so he smiled, lowered his head and continued grinding.

When he was young, the ink was done, Fu Xuan looked at the next exhibition robe in the eyes of everyone, sat down, lifted the pen, dipped it in the inkstone and absorbed the thick ink, grabbed the pen to settle on the paper, but stopped in the air for a slight pause, and the tip of the wolf pen condensed the fine ink and dripped on the paper, slowly moistened.

Chu Meng stared at his pen, and followed to look at his face, only to see a trace of imperceptible frowning flashes between his eyebrows, and the gauze wrapped around the burn on his arm was still impressive, and the gauze had soaked the pus oozing inside, revealing a pale yellow mixed with bright red.

"Childe ......" Chu Meng called in his heart, secretly trying to cheer him up.

Fu Xuan calmed down, and wrote with his injured arm, his wrist moved and trembled, word by word, the pain was difficult, the first dream was clearly visible in the near distance, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, I don't know whether it was called the scorching sun or the wound hurt.

The skill of Fu Xuan's calligraphy is clear to the princes seat. Ordinary calligraphers pay attention to the writing posture needs to be full of momentum and majestic, so that they can have the strength to control the words under the pen and make them majestic, but in the end, he is Xie Fuxuan, and he can believe that he can write good words without doing that kind of façade work.

Fu Xuan wrote carefully, the first dream was carefully studied on the side, and time gradually passed, and a strong and splendid book gradually emerged from Fu Xuan's hands.

Chu Meng tilted his head slightly and read carefully, Fu Xuan recorded today's word appreciation book, the words are clear, elegant and graceful, there is a way to be like a person, this is not bad on Fu Xuan. At the end of the reading, Chu Meng smiled, flashing bright eyes and looking at Fu Xuan's focused side face with a smile, this character seems ordinary, but it is hidden inside, and it is even more wonderful than her previous works.

The servants saw that Fu Xuan could write, so the four of them lifted his words, and the emperor hurriedly ran over to see, Fu Xuan had never written calligraphy in front of people before, and this time the competition only called the emperor even more expectant. I saw the emperor step forward, with his fingers caressing the word, inch by inch to see, Tongzhou ink ingot melted ink grease wrapped on the ink word, there seems to be a layer of brilliance, and there are sporadic broken gold foil flickering period, extremely lined with the emperor's mind, and then look at the rhyme in this word, but the emperor is overjoyed, although Fu Xuan is young, the words under his hand are extremely old and spicy, in the old spicy but contains fresh vitality, but in the sparse but simple wind god, the pen edge proudly shows the power of the furnace, the vigorous and round in the heroic bearing of the noble son, just like the old forest pine and cypress in the tender stamen blooming thick flowers, competing to bloom, full of vitality。

The emperor looked at the word, his eyebrows were full of joy, stroked for a moment, only to let the servants pass to the crowd, the word was carried from the front of the table slowly patrolled, patrolled to Wei Zhen, she originally only came to meet with the eldest sister Concubine Niangniang, and was not interested in the calligraphy of the boy's dance, so the whole banquet was also absent-minded, but at this moment he also made an exception to raise his head and be delicate, and condensed the ink words for a long time, and said reluctantly: "Good words!"

When the words were sent back, the emperor retreated a little farther away to inspect the overall style, but he was stunned.

The emperor was stunned, and everyone instantly stopped laughing, only to find out what was wrong.

But when he saw that the emperor immediately laughed again, he praised again and again: "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Fu Xuan stepped forward and saluted: "If the emperor likes it, it's good!"

But he kept everyone in the dark, this word is indeed a good word, but it has not made the emperor stunned and sigh.

And Huan all looked at it, but he trembled with anger, and stared at Fu Xuan fiercely.

After all, it was the emperor who revealed the mystery, and sighed with a smile: "Connect the first line of this character and read it from right to left, which is the first six words of the teacher's hexagram: 'The king has a life, and the founding of the country inherits the family.'" ’”

Everyone suddenly realized, after seeing the clue, they were also stunned, and then praised again and again, they had only heard of Tibetan poems before, and they never thought that this article could also hide the truth, and the writing was smooth and smooth, so that people could not see the clues.

In fact, there is still half a sentence after this remark, that is, "villains don't use it", which clearly points to Huan Jie, who is holding a banquet here today to show off, and satirizes him as a villain.

Fu Xuan said: "Xie is not talented, thanks to the princes of the false praise, this division of the hexagram in the sixty-four hexagrams in the main military affairs, now the eldest son of the Langya Wang family, Wang Suzhi, is going to the north for the country to discuss, it is really hard work, and my emperor promised the mandate of heaven, the founding of the country, the Northern Expedition, Fu Xuan failed to help one or two, only this is a word, may I win the war, one yuan again, Vientiane update!"

When the emperor heard this, he was overjoyed, and praised it again and again, only to turn back to the servant and touch the word.

And Huan Jun, who was supposed to be in the limelight at this banquet, only stood aside with a blue face, staring at Fu Xuan, with anger in his eyes.

In fact, Fu Xuanxuan's sentence is embedded, and there is a layer of intention, the first dream is clear in his heart, the emperor ascended the throne at a young age, and he has a lot of play, and it is rumored that the emperor Sima Yi of the dynasty has wasted his business, so he has to play entertainment, and Fu Xuan is using this sentence to mention him.

The emperor was still smiling, not realizing the meaning at all, he only stepped forward and grabbed Fu Xuan's shoulder, and then turned his head to call Huan Jun to the stage, and the other hand held Huan Jun, and said with a smile: "I am very happy today, there are two talented people, Huan on the left, and Xie Fuxuan on the right! Why worry that no one can compete against the barbarians of the northern country! I have said that all those who participate in the competition will be rewarded, and for Huan Jie, I have already been rewarded, Xie Fuxuan, what do you want me to reward?"