The reader's romantic spirit is evident at this moment.

Almost all the people present, especially the officials of the Ministry of Rites, were scholars, who had not been immersed in calligraphy, and who could not write a beautiful poem.

At this moment, seeing Zhou Suhuai's pen like a dragon and a snake, the pen is connected with words, and the frenzy of the CD can't help but praise in his heart.

Just looking at this momentum, Zhou Suhuai's calligraphy attainments are afraid that they are not inferior to the master bookkeeper of the country, and even those calligraphers in the Hanlin Academy do not dare to ignore it.

A moment later, Zhou Suhuai slammed the pen on the paper.

Word into.

After examining it for a few breaths, he bowed his hand to the people around him, "Yi smiled generously." ”

Xu Luan stepped forward to take a look, and was stunned at first.

After a closer look, I was shocked for a while, and praised from the bottom of my heart: "Good words, good words, good words!" Be a work for everyone! ”

Say three good words in a row.

When the rest of the people heard this, they stepped forward one after another, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites, who were full of talents, were suddenly surprised, especially the officials who loved calligraphy, and they were even more shocked to look at each other.

In the end, he said in unison that there was such a word, why worry about Hanlin not waiting for the edict.

The look was impressed.

Another example is that hikers look at the tea pavilion, a word, let them feel that there is a huge harvest and understanding, standing around the table, carefully figuring out the subtleties.

A series of fleshy and numb praises blurted out without hesitation, almost wanting to blow Zhou Suhuai into a calligraphy saint.

This word is enough to make people forget to sleep and eat.

A cursive script written by Zhou Suhuai.

A crane flies in the sky, and cinnabar is the top snow for clothing; Just because he returned late from foraging, he strayed into the inkstone pond of Xizhi.

This year, after Xu Xiaolan went to Jiangqiuzhou from Xuzhou, he entered Shu again, and after a long talk with Su Hanlou in Meishan, he wrote this poem and led to thunder thirteen ways, and everyone in Lin'an knew Xu Xiaolan.

Poetry is good poetry.

There is a strong bone and pride, and there is also the original intention of pursuing the avenue.

Words are even better words.

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the words are connected, and the wild artistic conception comes out of the paper.

One stroke down, the view is like a loose horse taking off into the air and leaving the dust, and like a dragon flying in the sky, flowing and moving, from the void and returning to the void, the pen and ink that is similar to madness is full of primitive and wild vitality, filled with the vast human aura in the heaven and earth.

Words into the mind.

Zhou Suhuai wrote this poem in cursive, which perfectly fits the poetic sense, making this paper work sublimate the connotation.

Every word shows Zhou Suhuai's calligraphy attainments, as if he has been immersed in the law for decades, but everyone knows that Zhou Suhuai's previous calligraphy is really good, but it is far from everyone.

After falling twice, he woke up and practiced calligraphy hard, intending to enter the government with the edict of Hanlin.

In just three or two years, Zhou Suhuai's words have been reborn.

Whether it was the guidance of the master of the Guozijian or Zhou Suhuai's genius, there is no way to know.

If it weren't for the clear sky and no thunder, everyone would almost think that he was a stranger.

A piece of papyrus that amazed everyone.

Xu Luan, as the highest-ranking official of the Ministry of Rites present, rolled his eyes, couldn't suppress his selfishness, and said to Zhou Suhuai with a smile: "If you don't mind, how about giving me this masterpiece?" ”

Zhou Suhuai was overjoyed, "It is the honor of being a late life." ”

This painting is only of an average level, and it is not a masterpiece of his real strength.

This alone is enough to become a calligrapher of Da Liang.

Xu Luan laughed, picked up the rice paper with undried ink, and showed it to Li Ruyu, "Take a look." ”

After Li Ruyu finished reading, he would keep it properly later, and let the slave take it to frame it when he returned home.

Not to mention the calligraphy value of such good characters, in case Zhou Suhuai becomes an upstart in the future, he can also make a small profit from this, and even take a personal love car, and such accomplished cursive writing is only a handful in Lin'an and even the entire Daliang.

This painting, along with recent anecdotes, will certainly be worth ten thousand gold in the future.

When the rest of the people saw this, they all showed envy.

Li Ruyu looked at the ink treasure in Xu Luan's hand and was silent...... Regarding calligraphy, in fact, I have very little knowledge, and I studied with my master in Fanmian Village, mostly learning the hundred schools of thought and Confucian classics.

The famous Mobao has basically never seen it, and the only thing I have seen is the master's handwriting.

At this moment, when I saw Zhou Suhuai's cursive handwriting, I couldn't feel a ripple in my heart.

Because...... I really don't understand!

Who has ever been in contact with cursive before, not to mention that he doesn't understand the artistic conception in that pair of words, even those words, Li Ruyu is a little unrecognizable, but how can he show timidity at this moment.

Standing to die, unwilling to kneel to live.

nodded, and said a good word politely.

The anger in my heart became more and more rippling.

No matter how good Zhou Suhuai's words are, Xu Luan's move is to force himself to a dead end, so to build momentum, as long as he loses to Zhou Suhuai, it will become a stepping stone, and he will be ashamed.

It's a double reed.

The cooperation of Xu Luan and Zhou Suhuai forced him into an unavoidable desperate situation.

Only by defeating Zhou Suhuai can he calmly respond.

If you lose, it's better to go back to Jiangqiuzhou obediently.

Xu Luan smiled, "Please." ”

In his opinion, unless Li Ruyu is one of those people in the Hanlin Academy, it is absolutely impossible to surpass Zhou Suhuai.

After all, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, unless he practices calligraphy from his mother's womb.

Li Ruyu came to another table, took a deep breath, and quietly picked up the pen, but his heart was full of anger, don't bully the young man to be poor, and countless thoughts converged into one word in his heart.

Just one word.

Pick up the pen and wave it.

A word flows out from under the pen and ink.

In a few breaths, Li Ruyu wrote that word smoothly, silently put the pen on the inkstone on the table, turned around silently, called out the spots, ignored everyone's surprised eyes, and walked straight out of the door.

The passers-by who were watching from the Ministry of Rites got out of the way one after another.

I was laughing in my heart, I could write a few words in such a short time, it seemed that this young man was self-aware, and knew that his words could not be compared with Zhou Suhuai, so he simply ran away, so as not to be ridiculed.

So I felt that the back of the young man was very lonely.

Some soft-hearted people gave birth to pity and sighed, after all, he is just a teenager, why do you want to come to this troubled water at this time, blame you for being Zhao Changyi sent to Beizhen Fusi.

Your body is marked with Zhao Changyi's mark.

I can't blame others.

Xu Luan smiled but said nothing when he saw this.

It's so good, give an explanation to the Qianwang Zhao Li, as for Her Majesty the Empress, the back of the black cauldron on Zhou Miaoshu's back has been decided, but what's the matter, the ghost knows how long Her Majesty the Empress can sit on this dragon chair.

Qianwang Zhao Li and the crown prince Zhao Zheng are all Daliang Zhao Chamber.

Empress?

Xu Luan shook his head.

Zhou Suhuai also smiled, today, Zhou Suhuai's name will enter the eyes of the court.

His eyes inadvertently fell on Li Ruyu's rice paper, and he was stunned for a moment.

What a big word.

What a big roll!