"Today's Chinese New Year's Eve, a qiē game is mainly festive, let's finish the couplet, then change the way to play, play calligraphy and live painting." Liang Dandan Shili, "What does my uncle think?" ”

"That's right." The emperor responded.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet is much more fun than before, and the emperor is also a person, and he also wants to have a happy New Year.

So whoever came up with a new way to play, he naturally agreed.

Liang Dandan thanked him and saluted Meng Chenyi: "Please start first, cousin of the prince!" ”

At this time, there were already chamberlains who had prepared desks, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, paints and other things and placed them in the center of the main hall.

There are five on the desk, and the items on the table are all useful.

Liang Dandan talked about the gameplay of this game again.

It is a competition in units of five people, painting or calligraphy at the same time, time a stick of incense, a stick of incense, who first paints a good painting, or the first to write calligraphy, and who has the best pen power, skills, can win the competition.

Meng Chenyi looked at Mu Tingya, his eyes were affectionate, and he said, "I paint Mei, you inscribe, okay?" ”

"Okay." Mu Tingya replied with a smile.

Meng Chenyi stood up, personally reached out and pulled up Mu Tingya, who was sitting, and the two walked to one of the tables together.

The two of them shared a table, and there were four tables left.

Mu Tingya opened her mouth and said, "King Rui, Princess Rui, do you two also collaborate on a painting?" ”

"That's fine." Meng Chenrui responded with a smile, and also took Princess Rui's hand very gentlemanly, and the two walked to the second table.

The third table, without waiting for the arrangement, Liang Dandan occupied it.

Liang Dandan called Liang Ling again, "Brother, you can also make a sub-painting!" ”

"Okay." Liang Ling got up and walked to the fourth table.

As soon as Meng Chenming saw that his cousin and goddess were on the court, he couldn't wait to go on the field and occupied the fifth table.

In this way, all five tables are occupied.

The chamberlain burns incense and places it in a place where everyone can see it.

The emperor said: "Begin." ”

Meng Chenyi picked up the brush. I dipped it in ink and drew it on rice paper.

Mu Tingya watched from the sidelines, while searching her mind for poems about Mei, which will be on the topic later.

Meng Chenrui is the same as Mu Tingya. They are all modern people, and it's okay to draw some simple landscape paintings, but they're not good at complex ones, but fortunately, their calligraphy is not bad.

So, Princess Rui painted. Meng Chenyi inscription.

Liang Dandan glanced at Meng Chenyi and Meng Chenyi, who were snuggled together, and then began to paint.

Liang Ling has traveled all over the north and south of the magnificent mountains over the years, and he painted a landscape idyllic painting in the south of the Yangtze River, which has the feeling of paradise.

Meng Chenming, a typical emperor of the eleventh generation, is synonymous with smiling, high-profile, domineering, and arrogant.

Even so, the cultivation of the descendants of the royal family is still excellent, and their paintings and calligraphy are taught by masters, so Meng Chenming's painting skills are not bad.

All five groups of people wrote and drew on their respective proclamations.

Meng Chenyi took the lead in completing the painting.

He painted a picture of red plums.

The plum blossoms on the branches have budding flower bones and bright red petals. It's so lifelike that you can't help but want to smell it.

After Meng Chenyi sketched the lines of the last petals, he put the brush on the pen holder.

At this time, the brush in Mu Tingya's hand has also been dipped in ink, and she is holding a wolf pen in her hand, inscribed poems in the blank space of red plums.

The font she uses is cursive - wild grass.

She read as she wrote: "Every year, the letter bears the red plum, and the riverside hangs down and wants to open. Cherish the affectionate Guan Yiling, and send spring to the roots. ”

The words fell, the pen was closed, and it was done in one go.

"Okay." Meng Chenyi praised.

I don't know if her poems are well done. The words are even better written.

If he hadn't seen her write this wild grass with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was written by some uninhibited and dashing son.

His Xiaoya is so talented, she is really shining.

They are done in this group. Meng Chenrui and his wife also completed.

Immediately afterwards, the other three groups were also completed.

The chamberlain presented the five paintings to the emperor for inspection.

The five chamberlains lined up in a straight line, standing opposite the emperor and unfolding the paintings for the emperor to enjoy.

The emperor looked over in turn, and his eyes stayed on the painting between Mu Tingya and Meng Chenyi for a few more breaths. His eyes flashed with amazement, and he looked at other paintings, and finally said, "It's all good, show it to the courtiers." ”

The waiter responded and immediately turned around for the adults to see clearly.

Because Mu Tingya used wild grass, some words were too sloppy and difficult to distinguish.

No, this has attracted ridicule from some people.

"Poof......" The ridicule sounded: "This son will say it!" Miss Yajiang grew up in the frontier since she was a child, and literacy is already rare, and she still thinks that she can write well? No, this word is ugly, it simply insults the eyes of this son. ”

"Not really! This word is really ugly, and it stains the red plums painted by His Royal Highness the Prince. Another man answered: "Miss Yajiang's face is so thick-skinned, and she dares to write this word, it's not a shame." ”

"Don't say it, although Miss Yajiang's font is ugly, it is rare for people to have the courage to write it, so why do you have to speak ugly." A woman said.

No accident, this woman helped Mu Tingya say two good words on the surface, but the derogatory meaning in those words did not have to be less than those two men.

"Ignorant child." An official of the Hanlin Academy retorted with an angry voice: "You actually say that the font written by Miss Yajiang is ugly? ”

"Isn't it?" The boy said disdainfully: "What kind of word is this?" We can't understand it, so many people can't understand it, what does it mean? It shows that Miss Yajiang not only has an ugly font, but also writes the wrong words. ”

The official of the Hanlin Academy was a person who loved words like his life, and when he heard that this prince belittled the words he liked, he was immediately angry, he stood up, came to the painting inscribed by Mu Tingya, pointed to the words on the rice paper, and said: "Say that you and other ignorant children still lift you up." You see, this point, this hook, this skimming, without more than ten years of writing skills, how can you write such smooth strokes? ”

After the official of the Hanlin Academy casually pointed a few words, he mocked the few people who had just sarcastically mocked Mu Tingya, "You don't know these words, because you are lonely and unheard, and you are not ashamed to not know the words, but you can't even tell the good from the bad in the strokes of these words?" ”

Saying that, the official of the Hanlin Academy ignored the stunned few people, he turned his head to look at the emperor, clenched his fists and pleaded: "Enlighten the emperor, Fang Caichen has overstepped, please forgive the emperor." The minister was only attracted by the font written by Miss Yajiang, so he couldn't wait to refute it, not wanting to make such a big deal and fall into the handle. ”

The emperor smiled, and he asked with interest: "Hu Aiqing, can you tell me what is good about Miss Mu's inscription?" ”

"Yes." Master Hu hugged his fists and said: "The font written by Miss Yajiang is the most indulgent one that the minister has ever seen, and look at the gestures connected and round, the glyphs are wild and changeable, and the dot paintings are written continuously on the basis of scribbling, forming a 'one-stroke book', so the font is wildly grassy, so it makes those young sons look down on this word." ”

"What does Master Hu think of Xiaoya's handwriting?" Meng Chenyi's cold voice spoke. (To be continued.) )