It is difficult to have a good poem like this.

"Might as well!" Ye Sheng smiled slightly. At this moment, Lu Ningniang suddenly felt that this young man was not as annoying as she imagined, his smile was so kind, and he was so full of confidence.

After finishing speaking, pick up the ink and grind it in the inkstone. This is also very particular, when everyone creates calligraphy, the ink and ink that need to be used are two kinds, the shade and shade, which need to be adjusted according to their own style. If it is produced on the assembly line later, the calligrapher who writes calligraphy with the ink of the inkwell must not be a top master. Even if it is valued by the people of the time, it is mostly touted. When a top master creates calligraphy, for 10,000 years, he must also prepare two most important things, ink and inkstone!

At this time, Ning Er was worried.

Ye Sheng said too much.

Ning Er couldn't help but look at Ye Sheng with a sad look on her face.

Ye Sheng put down the inkstone, and the ink was ready. Turning his head, he looked at Qian Weiyan: "Gong Qian, the kid sees that there is wine on the stage, can you ask Gong Qian for a bowl." ”

It's not pretending to be forced, he just woke up with a hangover and now can only write the rice character out of the taste of Sanning, but he still can't write the meaning of the rice character in the heroic and free and easy, take a sip of soul wine, and then borrow a wine, which will make the font more sprinkled.

"yes, that's right." Qian Weiyan raised his hand again to make an exception. It's also a matter of eyesight, everyone is waiting for this son to make a fool of himself, but he stands on the side and looks at the clear, and the specialization when grinding ink is far from being comparable to the so-called many backwards in the field just now.

The intuition in his heart told him even more that this son should not be underestimated, otherwise he will regret it in the future.

"Thanks to Gong Qian's love, Ning'er, bring the jar of wine."

"Come on!" Ning'er replied heartily. Happy, drink the wine of the big official, as for what kind of consequences will be caused if Gongzi can't write a good poem today, she hasn't thought about it at all. ran up to the high platform, looked at the wine jar, and wondered if there was any difference between the wine used by the big officials and the wine drunk by the common people.

Bringing the wine jar, Ye Sheng patted the lid of the altar, and his attitude was really free and easy. At this time, not only Qian Weiyan, but also several elders with good eyesight around him finally became cautious. Not to mention anything else, just with this bearing, he is not a person who can buy poetry.

Raised the wine jar, raised his neck and took a big sip, some wine poured into the collar, put down the wine jar, wiped it with his hand, and said, "Good wine." ”

Suddenly, he picked up a long scroll, and his eyes no longer looked at anyone, as if there was nothing in the heavens and the earth, and he lifted his pen and wrote the first line of poetry:

Luoyang Qian Gong loves Cailang, and the poetry club is held next to Luoshui.

"Okay!" Qian Weiyan yelled.

It's not because he praises him that he roars out. Slightly out of shape.

Because of the word.

After more than a year of hard work, I don't know how many brushes I wrote, and now Ye Sheng's words have become very watchable. But until today, it is like a piece of jade, like a Qilan hidden in a deep valley, Yang Yuzhen who has been cultivated in the deep boudoir, and finally blooms with dazzling brilliance in front of the world.

At the beginning, Ye Sheng's choice of rice characters was an extremely correct choice.

Mi Dian worships the stone, Mi Dian snatches the inkstone, Mi Dian deceives the law, and Mi Dian makes fake paintings to fool people, but everything he does is unbridled and free in the rules, with a scribe's demeanor, naïve and rotten. And the life encounters are not bumpy, they can be regarded as growing up in a honey pot, and there is no sadness.

In his previous life, Ye Sheng was a university professor and a famous scholar. Financially it is still very wealthy, I love to collect, I love paintings, I love words, I love stones, I love all the beautiful handicrafts, and my appetite is greater than Mi Dian. I don't like to be too restrained.,Free and easy.,No one else.,Sometimes it's very innocent and kind.,And sometimes I like to do something rebellious.。

Not only do the two have personalities, but even their fates are so similar!

This also created his ability to absorb rice calligraphy.

Even if he drinks wine, with his current level, he may not be able to write four or five points of rice taste. It's barely four points.

But enough.

Fourteen lines of books are free, like flowing water, and the book arrives at the end of the mind. In particular, every word is full of that kind of mellow and lively meaning, which makes people feel that it is a good horse galloping, powerful and powerful, proud and noble, and full of beauty.

Fourteen words, in one go, after Qian Weiyan cheered, he almost came to Ye Sheng's side, and kept touching in the air with his hands. Of course, it wasn't that Ye Sheng's calligraphy had surpassed him at this time, and he wrote very well, but he might not be able to convince Qian Weiyan. I am impressed by the generosity and novelty in calligraphy!

As far as calligraphy itself is concerned, it is also very good. The calligrapher in front of him is not a calligrapher in his thirties and forties, but a sixteen-year-old child. Before writing, even a doubt arose in my heart.

"New font!" He muttered again.

Strictly speaking, Ye Sheng's words just now are not as good as they are now, and they do not highlight the characteristics of the rice body. In addition, the poem just now is so good. The edge of the words was covered, so everyone was shocked and only felt that the words were beautiful, but did not perceive the novelty.

"New font!" He muttered again.

Who taught him this calligraphy?

No!

If someone could write this new style of calligraphy, they would have been famous all over the world, could it be the young man himself...... Figure it out yourself?

The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning in his heart, if so...... A sixteen-year-old child reads through everyone's calligraphy at home and creates a new style of calligraphy, and it is still such a good and expensive new style? Think about how many people have been trying to find a new way of calligraphy since Ou Chu Yanliu, but they have not succeeded, and finally have to return to the path of recruiting their ancestors. But a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child is about to do it. This...... This...... Big deal!

Except for the people nearby, the people behind can't see it. I don't know what the Ye family students wrote, but after making Qian Gong applaud, he felt as if he had lost his soul. Then I saw several elders nearby, one after another, as if they had lost their souls, trying to touch them in the air.

In fact, this line of poetry seems to be simple, far more clever than the poems written by many students. But it is very natural, unlike other people, so they start with a surprise sentence, which seems abrupt. These people didn't pay attention, they were all looking at calligraphy.

This aroused people's curiosity, but the poem was so long that it could not be circulated for a while, so it was squeezed forward. Ouyang Xiu was still very sensible, and asked the servants to enclose the nearby arch, so as not to let the students interrupt Ye Sheng's train of thought.

I faintly feel in my heart that this unintentional flower arrangement by Qian Gong may become a real elegant thing.

Ye Sheng spent all the money on collecting and playing in his previous life, and with the cultivation of this life and two lives, he had already developed a good attitude of pampering and not being shocked. Other people's opinions are not very concerned, so I devote myself to this word, this poem.

After writing the first line of the poem, he continued:

The fathers and elders of the four fields came to celebrate, and the eight directions of the heroes presented a chapter.

The students are thanks to the love of Qian Gong, and they are stationed in the pen to lead the jade paste.

When the festival is warm and warm, it is the time of Luoshui potpourri.

Just go to the great poetry meeting of the prosperous era, that is, use the gap to make a rough outline.

Originally, Ye Shengruo wrote three out of nine of the skills of the rice body, but at this time, the strength of the wine gradually set up, coupled with the pride of the mood, he invisibly broke through again, and he could barely say that he could write four out of four skills. The writing is becoming more and more palatable.

There were officials guarding him, but the big people in the neighborhood were all standing beside him, and they liked it and crowded closer. It was also noon, and it was a little hot, Ye Sheng was unconscious, and unbuttoned the shirt outside, revealing the undershirt inside and the chest meat of the small half-white flower.

In the past, it was called unseemly and debauchery. But at this moment, almost no one had such an idea. Some people actually think that they are young, but they faintly have the demeanor of a romantic person in the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Ye Sheng's writing was also rising at this time, and he shouted: "Wine." ”

It was said to Ning Er'er.

But at this time, Qian Chengcheng was fascinated, made a move, regardless of his identity and advanced age, respectfully picked up the wine jar, made an almost offering action, and handed it to Ye Sheng. Ye Sheng didn't refuse, took a big sip of wine, and handed the wine jar to Qian Gong. Qian Gong actually put the wine jar carefully behind him like a student again.

Ordinary people don't know many words, but it doesn't mean that they are ignorant.

Seeing Qian Wei perform this action, boom! All at once the battalion was bombed up.