Lu Zhanyuan handed over the poems in his hand, and stood calmly in front of Pang Hui, looking unhurried and impatient. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Eunuch Pang, it's done like this, and I ask the eunuch to mention one or two. When Lu Zhanyuan said one or two points, his eyes were aggressive, and he paused word by word. He was very confident at this time, and the song was spread flat in front of him, deliberately leaving the words in front of him.

This is deliberately disgusting Pang Hui. He has already calculated that this Pang Hua usually looks tall and arrogant, and he can't see a character like him the most. Now it is a person like him, under the oppression of Pang Hua, his calligraphy has improved, what is this experience?

In this way, whoever evaluates him in the future will no longer be a double unique, but a third unique, poetry, calligraphy and painting!

And this calligraphy was painted by Bai Pang, and he was both angry and happy when he thought about it.

Moreover, although Pang Hua is the supervisor of the Changde Mansion of the Supervision and Taoist Academy, he has no right to rule on the scholar examination, and there is only a moral evaluation.

Anyway, he has already offended Pang Hua, and he doesn't care what Pang Hua will do to him in the future, at this time, he has to give Pang Hui a retribution, and repay Pang Hui for scolding him for being a 'villain'.

Pang Yi looked calm and expressionless, holding Lu Zhanyuan's poems and studying them carefully.

In all fairness, Lu Zhanyuan has been studying calligraphy for more than ten years, and now he has a backbone, which is a rare word in Changde.

He sighed in his heart, Lu Zhanyuan's poems, calligraphy and paintings are indeed promising, and his articles are also good, and he is indeed a talent. It's a pity that people's character is inferior, even if they enter the court, they will gradually become those officials in the capital.

He glanced at Lu Zhanyuan with a complicated expression, and said, "Not bad." ”

This kind of evaluation is extremely rare at the poetry meeting. No one at the poetry meeting wanted to be praised by Pang Fujian, but Lu Zhanyuan was particularly dissatisfied. He sneered, and then asked: "In this calligraphy, I have practiced for more than ten years to have today's skills, but in the eyes of Pang Fujian can I call it a good sentence?"

Pang Hui frowned, he had been in the capital for many years, and he had painted for the emperor and the crown prince in the palace, and those writers and Confucians didn't know how much they had seen. Although Lu Zhanyuan's words are good, they are too far behind them, and a good sentence is already an extremely rare evaluation, so what should it be now?

Lu Zhanyuan took a blank piece of paper from the side, spread it on the table, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote the word 'service'.

His character is more advanced than when he was just getting the bone. From a distance, it looks like a fire that doesn't look like a 'suit', burning.

He handed the pen with both hands and said loudly: "Since the eunuch Pang has a good evaluation of his calligraphy, it seems that he is extremely confident in his calligraphy? He lowered his head, involuntarily, and showed a sneer.

This is a matter of heart, Pang Hui's reputation is only the result of painting, and there is not much research on calligraphy. Now he has to write the same thing as Pang Hui, or write the word 'service'. If Pang Hua's writing is not as good as his, the matter will spread, and we will see what kind of face Pang Hua will have in the future to stay in the court again.

Lu Zhanyuan thinks well, Pang Hua's calligraphy is indeed not as good as he is now, although the font is more processed and neat, but there is still no wind and bones, and the font has not been able to go further.

And he was even more sure that Pang Hui would not refuse him. If Pang Hui is someone else, with what he is doing now, he can shout at him 'rudeness', and then drive him out of power. Others will not think that Pang is wrong, but will only think that there is no one in his eyes.

It's a pity, the person in front of me is Pang Hua, and he won't do this. This is the so-called, a gentleman can deceive him. If this is the case, then let him be a veritable 'villain', and Pang Hui will be a veritable 'gentleman' and let him deceive.

Thinking about it like this, Lu Zhanyuan felt comfortable, and even the word 'villain', which had almost become his heart disease, did not feel depressed.

At this time, Pang Hui was indeed in a dilemma as Lu Zhanyuan thought.

Lu Zhanyuan handed the pen to him with both hands, whether to answer it or not. It's not that he doesn't understand Lu Zhanyuan's thoughts, but he understands it too well.

He remembered that in Kyoto, too, someone handed him a paintbrush and asked him to write a portrait of a saint. The statue was old and needed to be renovated, but the craftsman did not know the size and appearance, so he was asked to paint.

Wen Sheng can be traced back to the ancient Shang Dynasty, and ancient books record that Wen Sheng was lame and ugly. And now in the Wensheng Temple, he is a handsome and handsome middle-aged man.

How to paint, is it recorded in ancient books, or is it based on the current statue of Wensheng?

Eventually, he painted the portrait, and the ugly Wensheng made the emperor furious, and he was demoted back to Changde as a government eunuch.

And now, someone handed the pen to him.

Pang Yi hesitated for a moment, and Lu Zhanyuan was not impatient at all.

He also knew about Pang Hua's experience in the capital. At the beginning, some people commented that Pang Hua did not know how to advance and retreat, and some people thought that Pang Hua was upright, knew that he could not do it, and had great perseverance, but it was only the treacherous political enemies who did this.

Hmph, I think he was also angry with his political enemies and admired Pang Hua, how did he become like this now?

Lu Zhanyuan's thoughts were a little flustered, and for a moment he even wanted to withdraw the brush, but he didn't do it after all, but handed out three points, "What, does Eunuch Pang look down on me and refuse to take my poor pen?"

Shabby, there are allusions to poor pens, there was once a scholar who was poor, and his clothes were sour and still refused to change. He used willow branches to make a pen on the riverside, the river water was ink, and the sand pool was used as paper to practice calligraphy. Later, the scholar took the test to gain fame and took a pen name, which was called shabby with a poor pen.

Lu Zhanyuan's words fell on Pang Hui's ears, and he didn't hesitate, raised his hand to take the pen, and prepared to write on the side.

Lu Zhanyuan just spoke, extremely loudly, and had already attracted the attention of most of the people around him, and at this time, everyone had not yet understood his attention, and thought that he was really asking Pang Hua for advice. Seeing Pang Hui writing with a pen, everyone was extremely excited, thinking that they were very honored to see Pang Fujian's calligraphy.

Most of the scholars who had completed the exam were gathered on the stage, and Lu Zhanyuan, who was surrounded in the middle, couldn't help but smile when he saw Pang Hua's pen fall on the paper.

This is about to become, from today on, he will step on the reputation of Pang Hui, and get the reputation of poetry, calligraphy and painting.

When the time comes, the reputation will be there, the luck will be there, and the fame will be obtained. What qi practitioners, what Yang Mansion, what Mu Mansion, dare to threaten him, they all have to be repaid.

Lu Zhanyuan had a happy idea in his heart, but things in the world were always unexpected, and just when Pang Yiyi had just sat down on the paper, he stretched out a hand from the side and held the pen.