Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Master Su also nodded, walked between the two words, looked at it, and then nodded with a smile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiaoyi, your words are much better than last year."

Master Su looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Master Su has won the award, today I also know what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, so you can announce it."

The young man known as Xiaoyi shook his head, how can he say that he has been writing for about twenty years, but he lost, and the woman in front of him was not more than thirty years old, although she was wearing sunglasses.

"Okay, then I'll declare, this poem doesn't need me to say, everyone can see this, although Xiaoyi's is a classic in the narrative long poem, but the three wives and four concubines are not very suitable in the current era, and this little girl's narrative poem criticizes this from one side, so this point is that this little girl wins, as for the calligraphy ......"

Master Su looked at Jiang Xiaoshi's calligraphy again and shook his head.

"I don't know how old you are, little girl, and I can't see who you are learning from, just saw that your regular writing is very good, and now the line is another style, with your word, within three years, the top ten in the domestic calligraphy industry will have your place."

Master Su's words made many people feel a little incredible, but they didn't say anything, because everyone was convinced.

"Thank you, Master Su, for the compliment."

Jiang Xiaoshi said that what others do to her, she naturally treats people.

"Hehe, I declare that this game is still won by this girl."

Master Su shook his head with a smile and then announced.

"It's amazing, where did this person come from? I have never heard of such a powerful female calligrapher in China before, and listening to her voice, she must not be very old. ”

"Well, yes, this time I really met a master, these two original poems, if they were placed in ancient times, they would definitely become classics by now."

"Okay, this girl has already won two games, so let's start the third game, shall we?"

Master Su said that the two calligraphy were also taken out to dry.

"What's the matter, so many people can't compare to a little girl?"

At this time, Zhou Hongzhuo's face was not very good-looking, and he asked the person next to him.

"No way, we misestimated this little girl at the beginning, but we didn't expect that her calligraphy attainments are so high at such a young age."

The old Li next to him replied.

"Not only calligraphy, but also the ability to create ancient poems on the spot is not bad."

That Xiaoyi also shook his head, creating on the spot, or a narrative long poem, this can also come on the spot.

"Well, look at what this time is."

A woman next to her also shook her head and said.

And while they were talking, three words were typed on the screen - backyard flowers.

"There are still such heavy keywords."

Jiang Xiaoshi looked at the three words typed on the screen and complained slightly.

"Backyard flowers? Finally drew this, who writes fast, go up. ”

Zhou Hongzhuo's reaction when he saw this was different from Jiang Xiaoshi's reaction, and he turned around and asked.

"I'll come."

Just now, the woman nodded, walked up, quickly picked up the ink pen, and began to write on the paper.

I saw the woman write quickly: Liyu Fanglin is against the high pavilion, and the new clothes are glamorous.

"Hey, why is it so familiar?"

Jiang Xiaoshi looked at the poem written by the middle-aged woman, felt very familiar, recalled it a little, and finally remembered that this poem is called "Yushu Houyuan Flower", a palace poem, the author of the Southern Dynasty Chen Shubao, is the last mediocre emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

Legend has it that when Chen perished, the Empress Chen was playing in the palace with his concubine Kong Guifei, Zhang Lihua and other people, and the process of the fall of the dynasty was also the process of this poem prevailing in the palace.

"I didn't expect that there is such a poem in this world, and it seems that there are no poems in this world."

Jiang Xiaoshi shook her head, at this time the woman had finished writing, and she was also relieved when she put down the brush.

"Hahaha, okay, finally won a game."

After the woman finished writing, Zhou Hongzhuo also laughed out loud, this world is such a backyard flower that has been passed down to the present, and it is really unreasonable not to win like this.

"Hehe, I'm sorry girl, I'll write it first, I don't know if you can read this cursive script clearly, you don't need me to read it to you, or it's okay to sing it."

The woman's age doesn't look very big, she is dressed very charmingly, she smiled at Jiang Xiaoshi and said, in fact, there is no malice, cursive is not something that anyone can understand.

"Hehe, Xiaoshuang's cursive is still so good."

At this time, Master Su also smiled, looked at the woman's cursive handwriting, nodded and exclaimed.

"It seems that Xiaohong and their team will win this game, little girl, do you still want to write, the Poetry Association has rules that you can't write the same poem."

Master Su looked at Jiang Xiaoshi and asked.

Jiang Xiaoshi smiled and nodded, then dipped the pen in his hand in ink, and began to write on the paper.

"There is such a backyard flower in history, what else does she have to write?"

"Yes, even if it is created on the spot, it is definitely not as good as such a classic, this is the only one."

"Well, the scope of the previous two rounds is too wide, and the scope of this game is a backyard flower, and there is only one song, even if it is original, it can't catch up."

Everyone talked about it, Jiang Xiaoshi has already begun to write, and she also uses cursive, of course, Wang Xizhi's cursive.

"This girl can also write cursive, how can she do anything."

"Yes, and this calligraphy is too good, right, you can also write cursive, did you start practicing from your mother's womb?"

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoshi didn't hear them, otherwise she would have told them that her sister would also be Microsoft Yahei.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoshi had already finished writing a poem, and the calligrapher known as Xiaoshuang also came over to take a look, and then she almost vomited blood.

Jiang Xiaoshi wrote "Bo Qinhuai" by the great poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty.

"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai. The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river. ”

Jiang Xiaoshi saw that someone couldn't read cursive, so she read it again.

"Poof, don't let this girl hurt people so much."

"Yes, just now Xiaoshuang said that she would sing two sentences of "Yushu Backyard Flowers" to her, she wrote such a poem now, she did it on purpose."

The merchant girl, the singing girl, the singing girl seems to know what the hatred of the country is and the sorrow of leaving, and she is still singing the **** song "Yushu Backyard Flower" on the other side.

"This beautiful woman is so bad that she even uses poetry to scold people, and besides, how do I feel that she writes so well?"

"Yes, I think so too, it seems to be even better than "Yushu Backyard Flower"."

(ps: Thank you for the wind flower color purple, Long Kong's monthly pass, what) (to be continued.) )