Seeing that Baoyu quietly lowered his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and everyone was not too forced to force each other, so they withdrew their gaze one after another.

Only Jia Zheng was dissatisfied, thinking that Jia Baoyu was not performing well, and glared at him fiercely.

But I can't take care of him......

Here, Cao Yong saw that his old friend was becoming more and more obsessed, and although he couldn't bear it, he still interrupted loudly: "Song Changong, what kind of good poetry can surprise you so much?"

It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, why don't Song Changong share one or two with us? ”

Song Yan was not completely addicted to it after all, so he replied casually: "Good poetry? What good poetry? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became more and more strange.

Only Jia Baoyu below, his heart was relieved at first, and then he was a little lost.

Although he doesn't want to have anything to do with this kind of thing, if he can really make a peerless poem, he might as well have something to do with it.

I can still brag about my sisters.

It's a pity that it seems to have nothing to do with him again......

So what's going on?

This is not the voice of Baoyu alone, but also the voice of everyone.

Cao Yongdu didn't care about the rules and etiquette, stepped forward to Song Yan's side, and said with a smile: "What good things is Song Changong admiring, let me also see." Isn't it a good poem, is it a good word? ”

As he spoke, he looked at the note in Song Yan's hand.

He first subconsciously swept a five-character poem on the paper, only to feel that the rhetoric was piled up and empty and boring.

He secretly wondered, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't understand what Song Yan was calling.

If you don't give up, look at it again.

This glance brings to the problem......

It's not poetry, it's words!

There is a problem with the word!

The words on the paper are unremarkable at first glance.

But if you look at it again, you can see that the font is plain and innocent, clumsy and showy!

Cao Yong is in calligraphy, although he is not as good as Song Yan, but he can also see that the writing of this character is fine with a pen, and it always maintains a positive edge, and there are few pens and clumsy pens.

There is nothing strange at a rough look, but on a closer look, the pen style is elegant and ethereal, the elegance is self-sufficient, and the more you look at it, the more flavorful it is.

What's even more rare is that between the lines, there is a faint sense of dusty Zen.

The more Cao Yong looked at it, the more comfortable he became, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

It was a font he had never seen before.

At this time, Cao Yong finally understood why Song Yan was so out of shape.

Compared with his mere appreciation, Song Yan loved calligraphy the most in his life.

Yan Zhenqing's trip is thick and heavy, and the atmosphere is magnificent!

For everyone who has a number of calligraphy in the world!

If you can't write a few times a day, I'm afraid you won't even be able to sleep.

Now seeing such rookie fonts, it's no wonder that he has such a demeanor.

It's just that Cao Yong's face just showed a hint of understanding, and it was immediately replaced by an even stronger look of horror.

He turned his head a little stiffly and looked at Jia Cong, who was standing a little below......

His eyes were full of incredulity.

How can it be?!

How could this be written by this young man?

Others have been paying attention to Song Yan and Cao Yong, and seeing Cao Yongdu's behavior like this at this moment, their hearts are becoming more and more like cat scratches.

Don't say that ordinary people, even Confucians like Li Ru, feel inexplicable.

Li Ru really couldn't help it, and asked, "Runqin, what's wrong?" ”

Jia Zhengxian looked at Jia Cong, whose complexion had not changed, in disbelief, and also echoed and asked, "Lord Sikong, Cao Shilang, but what happened to Cong'er?" ”

"Hoo ......"

At this time, Song Yan finally reined in his mind and came back to his senses.

did not directly answer the words of Li Ru and Jia Zheng, but looked at Jia Cong who stood indifferently below.

Shocked in my heart: Could it be that it is really providential?

It took 700 years of the Emperor and Song Dynasty to have such talents......

The bloodline of the royal family of the previous dynasty is indeed more than calligraphy......

The huge Rongxi Hall was full of silence, everyone didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Jia Cong in unison.

Compared with Jia Baoyu's panicked vanity before, Jia Cong seemed too calm.

Seeing that his face did not change like this, Song Yan actually looked at the words on the paper in his hand again......

A word suddenly came to mind in my heart:

Words are like people!

"Jia Cong, who did you learn your words from?"

Song Yan couldn't help but ask.

Jia Cong bowed and said, "Sir, the student is copying the calligraphy." ”

"Impossible!"

Song Yan didn't have time to speak, and Cao Yong flatly denied on the side: "The ancients never had such a font, although I am not as good as Song Chan Gong calligraphy, but I don't know how many copies of the calligraphy, I have never seen such words."

If there were such fonts, it would never be obscure. ”

Song Yan nodded slowly and said: "The font structure of this character has been seen and heard in Jin.

The handwriting can be seen in the calligraphy style of the Tang and Song families, but it is obviously a family of its own.

The abundance of gods is unique, ......"

Listening to the words of Song Yan and Cao Yong, is there any reason that everyone in Rongxi Hall still doesn't understand?

It turned out that what made these two bigwigs so moved was not a good poem at all, but a word.

It's a very outstanding font that has never been seen before.

This word is written by Song Yan's new disciple, Jia Cong.

If it weren't for the fact that they all knew Song Yan's temperament, which was straight on the outside and strong on the inside, Cao Yong was only a little more extroverted, and he was just as upright on the inside, everyone would have suspected that these two people were nurseries......

Since the problem is not in the two big guys, is it really this Rongguo concubine who is a genius in calligraphy?

Cao Yong didn't pay attention to what others thought, and asked Zhengse: "Where is the calligraphy you are in now?" ”

Neither he nor Song Yan would think that this font was created by Jia Cong.

I didn't even think about it because it was......

When Jia Cong heard this, he groaned for a while, and his face was embarrassed.

Seeing this, Cao Yong frowned and said, "What, what is difficult for you to say?" ”

On the side, Jia Zheng hurriedly said: "Cong'er, just say that your calligraphy can be in Mozhu Courtyard?" ”

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and said, "Master, the copybook ...... I let my grandmother burn it before. ”

When Jia Zheng heard this, his face froze.

There was a look of remorse in his eyes......

Cao Yong and the others also remembered Jia Cong's situation in Jia's family, and their faces were a little ugly, but they didn't want to ask more.

It involves the struggle and internal affairs of the national government, which is not something they can say.

However, Song Yan is now Jia Cong's teacher, but he doesn't have too many scruples, coughs dryly, and says, "You copy the calligraphy, do you know who wrote it?" ”

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "The calligraphy is old and there is no record. ”

Naturally, he couldn't say that the calligraphy was written by Dong Qichang in the previous dynasty.

In this time and space, the Song Dynasty covered the Yuan and Ming dynasties, and the country was nearly 700 years old.

Although there are also Dong Qichang and his people, the trajectory of his fate is completely different from his previous life.

In this life, Dong Qichang, who is also greedy for money and lustful, has become a world-famous giant businessman, not a famous eunuch.

The reason why the big name has been passed down for a hundred years is because of the black heart......

Therefore, his calligraphy and paintings are naturally impossible to talk about.

Throwing a stone into the long river of history and making a ripple will affect the fate of countless people.

In his previous life, although Dong Qichang's character was low, he was a master of calligraphy and painting.

In particular, calligraphy is the culmination of ancient methods and has had a great influence on later generations of calligraphy.

This is another negative example of "words are like people", it is hard to believe that Dong Qichang, who can write so plain and clumsy, like a breeze, and a slight cloud rolling Shu handwriting, is a rather inferior gentleman with a cheeky atmosphere.

It's just that in any case, his words are indeed amazing.

In Jia Cong's previous life, he loved to copy this person's calligraphy......

After everyone was silent for a while, Cao Yong still said in disbelief: "If it's just copying, how can you explain the dusty Zen on your font?" ”

When Jia Cong heard this, his face hesitated again......

At this time, Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, Baoyu and other members of the Jia family were shocked suddenly, and they obviously thought of something.

Cao Yong was an anxious man, and when he saw this, he asked: "A gentleman has nothing to say to others, he is above board, what are you talking about?" But the heart is weak? ”

Although he knew that it was a radical method, Jia Cong still smiled bitterly: "It's not that the students are weak-minded, it's just ...... It's just that the students copied the scriptures a few times for the old lady. ”

Cao Yong was stunned when he heard this, subconsciously glanced at the note, and asked speechlessly: "How many times can you copy the scriptures to copy the Zen meaning?" How many times have you copied it? ”

At this time, Jia Cong couldn't speak, and only bowed.

This move, silent, is better than sound.

Almost all of them's faces became solemn.

Jia Zheng's face was full of shame.

……

Rongqing Hall.

The latest news has not yet come over, and at this moment, the Rongqing Hall is still full of joy.

Jia's mother and other in-laws have little knowledge in poetry and literature, and they all think that Baoyu really has a great fortune.

Mandarin ducks and other clever girls even took the opportunity to ask for a lot of rewards, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Although Daiyu, Xiangyun, Tanchun and others knew that with Baoyu's talent, it was impossible for them to make such a good poem, but they did not dare to completely deny it.

Besides, I won't spoil my interest in speaking out at such a time.

It's just that the faces of a few girls are all weird and interesting.

You pinch my arm, I pinch your hand, one pair of eyes look at one pair of eyes.

Do you want to laugh or not......

Above, Mama Lai, who had been accompanying Mother Jia to say that Gu, came to add fire again, and she smiled: "I'll also add a color!" ”

Jia Muqi said: "What color do you add?" ”

Mama Lai pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Although I am humble, I am just the old lady's girl back then, but my family has been in the house for several lifetimes, am I not qualified to add a color?" ”

Mrs. Wang and the others were busy saying, "Mama is a member of the family. ”

After Mama Lai smiled proudly, she said to Mrs. Wang: "Although I am a slave, I really hope that the house will be prosperous from generation to generation."

Now that my brother has grown up, he has become a talent.

Those of us who are slaves also feel honored! ”

Mrs. Wang was in a good mood, talking more than in the past, and chuckled: "Mama is the old Chen person next to the old lady, who dares to take Mama as a slave recklessly?"

Even if it's us, we have to mention it from time to time.

Brother Feng and Baoyu are still young, even more so. ”

Wang Xifeng laughed loudly: "Old mamma, don't talk about any masters and slaves, it's all a shadowless thing."

You generally live in pavilions and pavilions at home, and the maids and women make it, who has such a noble and decent servant?

Let's talk about what kind of lottery it is!

Maybe we have a chance to get it. ”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and Mama Lai pretended to be fair and said: "This is easy to say, I will put the color head here today, oh, it's nothing else, it's this girl!"

No matter which of the men in front of you wins the jackpot today, this girl will belong to whomever it is.

If the second master of the chain can do it, she will go with you in a while! ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the place where the maids were standing on one side of the hall.

Then they looked at it, and saw a beautiful face. The girl with her delicate shoulders and waist shaved and her eyebrows and eyes was bright and moving.

Mama Lai smiled: "This girl has been following me for a few years, and now she is getting better and better."

I saw that she looked good, and that she was very good at speech and needlework, and I didn't think that a person like me could use it, but she was going to give it to the old lady.

It's just right today, take her to add a good color! ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at the girl, and the more they looked at it, the more they liked it, especially Jia Mu, and said with a smile: "It's really good, this color is good!" ”

Wang Xifeng knew that Jia's mother wanted to give Baoyu, so she smiled deliberately: "It's really amazing, I have a chance to wash away my grievances today!"

People say I'm a powerful person who can't tolerate people, so I'll put it here today!

If Lian'er fights for his own strength and wins this title, I will personally bring people back to him in a while.

Tonight, I opened my face and sent them into the cave room, and I kept watch at the door......"

Before he finished speaking, everyone had already laughed.

In this era, Wang Xifeng is afraid that he is the first one who dares to be jealous and self-black.

Even though they knew she was laughing, they were still overjoyed.

At this moment, Tanxin'er "scout" Liuli hurried in from the outside again, with a strange and panicked face......

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