"Wuyi Kingdom is really full of talents, and there are all young talents in Wenxiang Academy, especially Princess Mozhu's moving song, I have heard it in the palace, which shows that the princess is extraordinary."

As soon as it came up, it was a gushing compliment, but this praise sounded a little false to anyone.

Ordinary people still have vanity and face that cannot be discarded, not to mention that the most noble man in Daliang has never dared to brush his face, and on the first day of this competition, he was tied with a small Wuyi country, and he was naturally unhappy in his heart.

But no matter how small a country is, it still has its own talents.

Don't worry too much about winning or losing.

Of course, when the two countries clash, they naturally care about who is better, although the saint is very friendly with General Lieyang on the surface, but behind the scenes, no one is actually used to seeing anyone.

The result of this competition should also be directly related to the future establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries, although Daliang is a big country, and it also occupies an absolute advantage in the establishment of diplomatic relations this time, but if the students of Wenxiang Academy in Wuyi State win their students who are too learned, this will make the future Liang unable to raise his head in diplomacy with Wuyi for a long time.

In a big country, how many people are in Li, and the talent is not as good as a small Wuyi country, it is not a big joke to spread it.

Lu Li sighed, just let them fight for it on their own, anyway, these students who are competing will do their best to win glory for the country.

The saint chatted with General Lieyang for a few words, and the two people who competed in the ring wrote it, and the calligraphy of both of them was displayed in front of everyone one by one.

Li Hekuan's calligraphy style is more subtle, which can reflect the national charm of Daliang is introverted, deep, and fluent, while the style of Wuyi Kingdom is dissolved, on the contrary, the brushwork is rough and stiff.

Each has its own advantages, but looking at the smoothness of the pen and the god of the pen, Li Hekuan is still slightly better.

But from the meaning of smooth, the students of Wenxiang Academy are better.

I heard that Li Hekuan's father has been strict with Li Hekuan since he was a child, he must write 300 pieces of paper every day, and hang two bags of coarse salt on his wrist.

It is expected that this student from Wenxiang Academy will not suffer less.

The saint glanced at the handwriting of the two people, and frowned slightly.

It's hard to tell the difference between victory and defeat.

"Li Hekuan's fellow door is really a god."

The students of Wenxiang Academy bowed slightly to Li Hekuan, and Li Hekuan also returned the salute.

"You're welcome."

In the end, many parties discussed, and a tie was decided.

Now we have played four games, one loss, one win and two draws, and there are still three more matches, so you must win two games to achieve the final victory.

Seeing that it was getting late, the next painting competition was afraid that it would not be able to go on normally, so the saint had to order the competition to be suspended and continue tomorrow.

The crowd dispersed, and the group asked each other to go back to rest.

When Li Hekuan was in the ring, he could already see that Ematamata was in a bad mood, which disturbed him, and he almost lost the game, barely winning a draw.

According to his ability, it should not be a draw.

After the crowd dispersed, he hurried to catch up with Emata.

"Mamata, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little nervous." Ematata naturally didn't dare to tell others that she was scolded and cried by Lu Chenghe, so she had to say that she was nervous about the competition.

"It's okay, just play your own strengths on the field, come on."

"Thank you, Tongmen Li." Ematamata turned around and left, he was still a little uneasy, and was about to go over to take a look, but the little guy suddenly stopped him.

"Young master, master, please go back to the house."

Li Hekuan looked at the back of Ematata leaving, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He didn't win this competition, his father must have been disappointed, he has been cultivating him so hard, just to make him the world's number one calligrapher, but he failed him, almost let the people of Wenxiang Academy win him.

Indeed, the father will punish him.

Li Hekuan returned home with the little maid, and as soon as he entered the main hall, he saw his father's back.

He stood with his hands in his hands, holding bamboo strips in his hands, which he often used when he practiced the Fa.

"Father, the son is back."

"Why did you lose today's competition?"

Master Li didn't look back, just asked.

"Back to my father, the son competed with other countries for the first time for the entire beam, and he was a little nervous and a little unstable when he wrote."

Li Hekuan's forehead sweated slightly, and he still said.

"Lying." Master Li turned around angrily, and the bamboo strip was twitched on the ground, "Don't kneel down yet!" ”

"Father is angry." Even if Li Hekuan knelt down, he couldn't hide anything from his father since he was a child, and he didn't think he could hide it from him this time.

"The heart is messy, the pen is unfocused, and the trend is chaotic!" Master Li raised his hand, and the bamboo strip was whipped on Li Hekuan's back.

Li Hekuan's painful cold sweat broke out, and he frowned tightly, but he didn't say a word, gritting his teeth hard.

"I've seen the calligraphy you wrote with that person from Wenxiang Academy, he is by no means your opponent, I don't know why your mind is messy, but I know that your mind is not used for calligraphy at all!"

Again, the bamboo strip was whipped on his back, the skin was opened, Li Hekuan felt the burning and tearing pain, the pain was extreme, he still gritted his teeth and stiffened up.

"You have worked hard since you were a child, you have never had cranky thoughts, this great opportunity to realize your future has been missed by you! Your eighteen years of hard work have all been ruined! You know wrong! ”

Again, Li Hekuan's breath was suspended, and he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, so he held it up and said.

"My son knows what he is wrong."

"From tomorrow onwards, you will resign from Taixue, honestly stay in the house for me, write four hundred sheets a day, when you will be in a stable mood, when will you go back!"

Master Li threw down the bamboo strip, turned around and walked out of the main hall.

"My son gets the punishment." Li Hekuan knelt down, kowtowed in his father's direction, and then fell to the ground, unconscious.

As the night deepened, in the midst of Taixue, the county lord of Zhaoyang couldn't sleep, and she recalled in her mind what Bai Zhiwan said to her some time ago.

Tomorrow afternoon is going to be a test shooting, and if she makes up her mind, she will do it tonight.

But now that Da Liang and Wu Yiguo have reached a draw, it all depends on tomorrow's competition, if she really did something on Lu Li's horses and arrows, they will inevitably lose the riding and archery competition, and if the other few people are not capable enough, they will be disgraced.

But who can guarantee that even if Lu Li's horses and arrows are fine, they will win? Lu Li is just a wild girl, what can he do to reverse the defeat?