Chapter Twenty-Three: Half of the country is dyed

Xie An got off the tower in a daze, and saw a strange servant pretending to be standing next to the servant, and the servant said: "This person said that there is news of Huan Langjun, Ahri, didn't you tell us to listen to his news before?" That's why I recklessly let you down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Xie An was full of suspicion, and felt more and more familiar to the person holding a wooden box containing crushed ice and a pot of wine.

The wine giver said: "San Lang, Yuan Langjun asked Huan Langjun to send you wine in the name of Huan Langjun, and the small one was Luoyingtai." ”

Yuan Langjun? Luoyingtai? Xie An finally remembered, wasn't this person the servant of Luo Yingtai? Just because the surname of the boss of Luo Yingtai is Zhu, he also asked the name of Boss Zhu at the beginning, but he didn't think that people were not called Yingtai.

And the name Luoyingtai also takes the meaning of chess pieces and money, such as Luoying.

After the name of the servant of Luoyingtai came, Xie An was overjoyed at first, it turned out that Huan Wen had no news, but he listened to Boss Zhu's proposal and felt interesting, which product is Gamble Xizhi on the Ink Soul List? Also staked Huan Wen's full net worth? If he loses, even if Huan Wen can come back intact, he will be beaten half dead by Uncle Huan.

This Zhu boss and Yuan Tan are ruthless enough.

The servant of Luoyingtai said with interest: "If San Lang is embarrassed, he should be a small one who simply came to deliver wine." ”

Xie An pondered for a moment and asked, "What grade did Yuan Tan guess?" ”

The servant of Luoyingtai stretched out his hand to compare the numbers, and Xie An smiled and said: "Yuan Tan's vision is not bad, and he can think of Xizhi so highly just by being blind." ”

The servant asked cautiously: "Please also ask San Lang to give me a letter of approval, in fact, the entire gambling game in Jiankang City is waiting for today's ranking, and the little one is also ordered to come here to seek peace of mind." ”

Xie An spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's a pity that I don't know." ”

After sending off the servants of Luoyingtai, Xie An whispered a few words to his servants, asking him to ride a fast horse back to Cailantai in Xikou City.

"Let Shen Jin spend money, I don't feel distressed." Xie An is still angry with Shen Jin, and it is natural for him to ask for others at this time.

Looking at the sun, it should be Xi Fang's turn to return to them after a while, Xie An hurriedly walked to the top of the tower, someone hurriedly passed by him, and there was a smell of sandalwood on his body, he inadvertently looked back, and saw the back of the young man in the robe, and suddenly he couldn't walk, and shouted: "Wait!" ”

The Taoist was holding a pot of olive charcoal in his hand, which was the one Xie An saw when he returned to Jiankang, and he said leisurely, "What a coincidence, San Lang." ”

"Where's the Commander?" Xie An didn't bother to go around the bend with him, and asked bluntly.

Xiaodaodao: "The family teacher is naturally waiting for San Lang, but now it is the Ink Soul List Appraisal Meeting, and it is important for San Lang to go and get down to business first." It's just that the family teacher said that although San Lang has good gambling luck, his luck in his life is limited, so it is best to use it in extraordinary times. ”

"But I always know where I'm going to find him, right?" Xie An was completely whetted, this little Taoist's master was simply divine, he had just met with the servants of Luoyingtai, and no one heard them speak during the period, could this be calculated by divination?

When he returned to the top of the tower, he saw that Sun Sui and Wang Xizhi were talking happily, but when he returned to the seat, he was confused, what kind of horses and what Buddhism, and he also heard Wang Xizhi say that the goose feathers in the villages near Jiankang are beautiful, and that is because the nearby river water is relatively sweet......

When Wang Xizhi saw Xie An coming back, he hurriedly asked, "Ahri, is there an urgent matter at home?" ”

Xie An made up a perfunctory remark at will, and sent Sun Sui away by the way, and then whispered in her ear: "Ah Suo, you will go back to Cao Li with Xi Fang later, how about I compare books with him?" ”

"Ahri wants to compare, too?" Wang Xizhi was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly realized, "If you win Xi Fanghui, you will be able to be on the ink soul list?" ”

Xie An explained: "Xi Fanghui is the candidate who is determined to enter the ink soul list, and last night we saw that his calligraphy skills on the Qingyun Pagoda over the years are not bad, and the scholars all say that my brother Shang is a young Mo Dao genius, and he is the fifth grade when he first appears on the list, but I see Xi Fanghui's grass li, which is on par with my brother Shang, cough, even a little higher, so if he wins, even if we are not old enough now, we can be on the list." ”

Wang Xizhi blinked, "Ahri has never been keen on deliberately fighting with others to steal the limelight, why is he so active today?" You also had reservations about the crane you painted, why did you change your mind when you came back from a trip? ”

Wang Xizhi is just staying on weekdays, but he has inherited the IQ of Langya Wang, and she can feel some subtle changes in Xie An immediately.

Xie An didn't dare to hide it from her, and told her about the gambling game set up by Jiankang because of this ink soul list, and then said, "Because I can make money." ”

"Money?" Wang Xizhi touched his purse, "Ahri is short of money? ”

"There is no shortage, but it is better to earn first than to demand it temporarily."

As a child of a family, it is a very vulgar thing to talk about money, but if there is no money protection, how can there be a leisurely and elegant life? Xie An was inspired by Luo Yingtai and asked the servant to go to Shen Jin to place a bet, but the bet was a big upset: Xie An was on the ink soul list.

Even if the scholars thought that Xie An was a prodigy, it was impossible for them to think that he would challenge Xi Fanghui today.

Wang Xizhi has no concept of money, but there is often pocket money given by Director Wang in her purse, and she probably has nowhere to spend it. What she often carries in her purse is Shen Lang money, because this is the lightest kind of old money, and Shen Chong, who made Shen Lang money, was once a subordinate of her uncle Wang Dun, and she was killed by her uncle, she took Shen Lang Qian by her side to police herself.

Now she was reminded by Xie An that today she competed with Xi Fanghuiruo, and if she wins, she can be on the ink soul list and become famous, and it will be okay if she loses, because she is young.

Langya Wang's family, although it is the top gate valve, but in fact it is walking on thin ice, after losing the military power, Long Bo gradually lost power, this year the new emperor ascended the throne, Long Bo was embarrassed by many parties, and now he is sick to live in the West Garden, she came to Qingyun Tower, is shouldering the reputation of Langya Wang, but Long Bo has a word, everything is done by heart, don't worry too much.

Wang Xizhi thought of this, and had a decision in his heart, called Servant A, and gave him some orders, and Servant A immediately went out of the pavilion to find what she wanted.

Then she said to Xie An, "Ahri can you help me study ink?" Lots of ink. ”

Xie An didn't know what she was thinking, but seeing her serious appearance, he guessed what she was going to do while taking ink and grinding.

After waiting for a while, servant A returned, followed by several servants holding screens and silk cloths.

Then she left the table directly, walked to Xi Fanghui, and said to the slender and gentle Langjun: "I wrote it first." ”

Xi Fanghui was talking to Mrs. Wei, Mrs. Wei had promised to let him copy the grass post of the ancestor of the Wei family, but he didn't think that Wang Xizhi would come to such a sentence inexplicably, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

Servant A had already spread the silk cloth on the mat, Wang Xizhi took the pen prepared by Xie An, knelt on the seat, and began to write.

Wang Xizhi began to write.

Such a fanfare preparation of writing utensils has already attracted everyone's attention, and everyone has never seen Wang Xizhi really put pen to paper, so they are all staring at her hand intently.

Why silk? This is everyone's first doubt.

Want to write about what? Need so much silk? This is the second doubt.

Silk cloth is precious, but Wang Xizhi's words are even more valuable than silk cloth.

She writes in small Kai, which is different from Mrs. Wei's hairpin Xiaokai, and her Xiaokai has a unique style.

The first word is "yellow".

"Huang Tingjing".

Wang Xizhi is going to write down all the rhythm of "Huang Tingjing"? Xie An suddenly realized that "Huang Tingjing" has a lot of words, so it needs so much silk cloth and ink.

"There is a yellow court, there is a related yuan, there is a secluded gate in the front, and there is a life gate in the back, shh......h

The upright but not aura-like small block letters are written out one by one in the girl's hands, every word can be called the ultimate perfection she can achieve, she has entered the realm of self-forgetfulness, even if it is dipped in ink and licking the pen, the joys and sorrows in her eyes seem to be swallowed by the darkness, and her face is gradually faded and ruddy because of each word, and becomes pale.

She held the pen extremely hard, from every stroke to the gesture of holding the pen, there was not a trace of flaw, even the hanging hair was extremely quiet, and her whole person was one with the words in the silk cloth.

After writing a piece of silk cloth, Servant A gently took one out and hung it on the screen.

There is a painting on the surface of the seat, which is a depiction of the low hills and secluded forests of the Qingdai Plain on the left side of the river, as well as the rivers and rivers, and every painting is covered with ink spots like rain at this moment, which is extremely colorful.

Xie An looked at her pale face and empty pupils, feeling a little distressed in his heart, but more admiration.

The face is fleeting, there is no more beautiful girl than her, because her serious and focused appearance has been deeply imprinted in his heart, and it is too difficult to meet such a unique girl in life.

The only Wang Xizhi.

Xie An didn't count how many words there are in "Huang Ting Jing", but he won't count them in the future, not only him, but also those who watched the birth of the silk cloth "Huang Ting Jing" will think of the girl's appearance when they read the Taoist classics in the future, she writes not fast or slow, but writes extremely quietly, her own silence infects the whole room, as if the people and things around her are solidified.

It is precisely because of this quietness and calmness that no one dared to say a word until Wang Xizhi finished writing the volume and put the pen back on the pen holder with a long sigh.

Because the girl's hands were trembling slightly, her face was so bad that she almost looked like she was sick, and the silk cloth of the entire eight screens seemed to have taken away her spirit, and her words fell on the silk cloth, and every word firmly attracted people's attention.

Wonderful book!

Wang Xizhi's appearance on the ink soul list is already an ironclad thing, this is the first genius to appear on the ink soul list in his early tens since the founding of the Jin Dynasty, and he is also a little lady, and Mrs. Wei did not become famous until she was seventeen years old.

She knelt on the blackened mat, her sleeves and robes were stained with ink, and she slowly clenched her trembling hands into a fist, and then replied to Xi Fang: "I have seen your grass li, and now my grass li can't compare to you, but it will definitely be in the future, today I will be tricky, as soon as Xiaokai comes out, I will defeat you." ”

Xi Fang retracted his gaze lingering on the silk cloth and bowed: "Ah Xi's Xiaokai, Fang is willing to admit defeat." ”

Since Xi Xuan called "Ah Xi", Xi Fanghui also called.

"Don't be in a hurry to admit defeat first," Wang Xizhi pointed at Xie Andao, "Ahri only compared regular script with Ah Xuan before, but what he is good at is calligraphy, only a little worse than me, you can compare with him." ”

Xi Fanghui was stunned, but nodded very simply, "Actually, Fang Hui has been thinking about the second half of "Chivalrous Journey", it seems that San Lang has some feelings today and is eager to try?" It's a pity, San Lang is not, have you thought about it, do you really want to compare with me? ”

Xi Fang's temper is already excellent, he has just been robbed of the limelight by Wang Xizhi, and now Xie An, as a student of Wang Xizhi, also wants to challenge him, but it makes him start to re-examine this Xie family Saburo who has always been low-key.

Xie An already had a faint smell of gunpowder when he heard his words, but he felt that Xi Fanghui at this moment was more pleasing to the eye than he had always been smiling, gentle and considerate before, and people were temperamental, especially when he was challenged by juniors in the field he was good at.

A temperament is a man of temperament.

"Yes." Xie An nodded.

The smile in Xi Fanghui's eyes turned cold, and he walked up to him and said, "It seems that you really want to enter the ink soul list, have you ever weighed your strength?" ”

Xie An still nodded.

Xi Fanghui whispered in his ear: "If you can't enter the ink soul list, then you can't be called a student of Ah Xi in the future." ”