The shopkeeper of the post house can be regarded as happy to close his mouth, the daily tide of customers makes him make a lot of money, from the mouth of everyone, he also learned that the person who graffiti on the wall is the famous Fuyuan Zhuang shopkeeper Liu Ze, it seems that this God of Wealth is really not a waste of fame, just a few lines written on the wall have brought him endless financial resources. Fortunately, it was not painted off that day, otherwise he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. The shopkeeper of the post house secretly made up his mind that he had to worship this wall with incense every day, and it must not be lost a little, just by seeing the people who came to it every day, he knew that it was a priceless treasure.

Liu Ze's book quickly became popular in Luoyang City, and for a time the demand for paper rose sharply, and the price doubled continuously, resulting in the wonder of Luoyang paper. As for what Liu Ze wrote, he was scoffed at by the masters, what is this? Is it poetry? is similar to the vernacular, Han Fu pays attention to Li Si Pi Liu, and the rhetoric is gorgeous, and Liu Ze's "Farewell to Kangqiao" is difficult to get into the elegant hall. But many young scholars did not think so, the poems were catchy, sincere, widely copied among young people, and even appeared a lot of plagiarized works, the text was passed on with the words, the words followed the name, and soon Liu Ze's name was set up as a model among young students.

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Cai Yan hasn't been on the street for a long time, Liu Ze, Gu Yong, Lu Cui and others have left Cai's mansion, and Cai's mansion has become much more deserted. The wedding date is approaching, the Wei Mansion sent someone to send wedding supplies, and Cai Yong has arranged for someone to decorate the mansion.

Ning Er looked very excited, look at this, look at that, it was all some precious jewelry, silk and satin, and the little girl who had never seen anything in the world was naturally a little dizzy. Cai Yan looked a little distracted and absent-minded, her eyes fell on the big white paper, which looked very eye-catching in a pile of red.

Cai Yan asked, "What's that?" ”

Ning Er sighed, and ran over quickly, this paper was just brought back from the street, but she didn't give it to Miss, and said: "This is what Ning Er just got back from outside, the words on this paper are copied by everyone, and now the paper in Luoyang City is several times more expensive, Miss, do you say it's strange?" ”

Cai Yan was stunned, if it comes to calligraphy, their Cai father and daughter are unsurpassed in the capital, but they are far from the point where everyone copies Luoyang paper is expensive, and said casually: "Ning'er brought it over to me to see, I haven't gone out in the past few days, but I don't know when Luoyang will come out with calligraphy?" ”

Ning Er smiled, but didn't give it to her, and said, "This person, Miss knows me." ”

Cai Yan was even more stunned, among the people she knew, what calligraphy could beat their father and daughter, let alone the sensation in the capital, she frowned. "Who is it?"

Ning Er pretended to be mysterious and said, "Miss, guess what." ”

"I can guess who it is, tell me quickly."

Ning Er didn't tell her, and smiled with a smile: "Miss, can you guess again?" Maybe you can guess. ”

Cai Yan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, this girl became more and more arrogant, and lowered her face and shouted: "Ning'er, do you have itchy skin and want to be beaten by the board, no big or small." ”

Ning'er put away her smile, she knew that the young lady was in a bad mood, and she didn't dare to joke anymore, so she pouted and handed over the paper. "Okay, let's sue you, it's the son of Runde."

"Senior Brother Runde?" Liu Ze's character Cai Yan has not seen before, this is the only thing she has ever made fun of, why did he become a calligrapher in a blink of an eye? You must know that calligraphy is not something that can be learned overnight, and many calligraphy people have to be immersed in Yin for decades to have some achievements.

Between the doubts, Cai Yan opened the scroll of paper, and she was stunned in an instant, the gorgeous brushwork was like flowing water, natural and free, eclectic, like a dancing shock, and like a dragon with twists and turns.

Contemporary calligraphy is respected by Cai Yong's official calligraphy, Zhong Xuan's regular script is unique, Cai Yan also recognizes, but compared with the line of calligraphy in front of him, Zhong Xuan's regular script is just a child's body. His strokes are mostly born from the official calligraphy, there is a suspicion of eating the ancients, and the line of calligraphy in front of him, but it is a completely mature brushwork, between the waves, there is no slightest delay, there is no more than ten years of calligraphy skills will not write such a wonderful masterpiece, Cai Yan is an expert, you can see at a glance that this calligraphy is a perfect work, and it is no wonder that it will be sought after by countless people.

Is this really what Liu Runde wrote? Cai Yan doesn't seem to believe it, but his name is clearly signed at the cashier's office, is this still fake? Could it be that he is still clumsy?

Just as she was pondering, Cai Yong came over and said, "Yan'er, what do you want?" ”

Cai Yan came back to his senses and handed over the paper in his hand to Cai Yong, Cai Yong took it and looked at it, and praised: "The pen is mellow, elegant and flying, the whole book is completed in one go, and it is natural, between the dots and strokes, there is a flowing water, it can be called a superior work, I can't imagine that the regular script is created from the grass, and someone can write such a masterpiece - hey, it is actually a book written by Runde, hehe, not bad." ”

"I don't recognize the words of Senior Brother Runde, this line of Kai is perfect, and I can't write it without decades of skills, when the world is popular, the regular script is just created by Zhong Yuanchang two years earlier, Senior Brother Runde is twenty years old, how can he have such exquisite pen power?"

Cai Yong said with a smile: "If this calligraphy is written by others, it is a little suspicious for the father, and if it is written by Runde, the father thinks that it is true." Runde Bo is through the past and the present, knowledgeable, many places are the father is self-exclaimed, every time there is an amazing move, write such a wonderful book, but do not need to make a fuss. ”

Cai Yan couldn't help but ponder, yes, not only calligraphy, but also astronomical numbers, Liu Ze was already shocking when he came to it, where did his knowledge come from? How could he have such profound knowledge at his age? is really a mysterious person, Cai Yan suddenly felt that he was very strange, as if he had never known him.

Cai Yong sighed lightly at this time, Cai Yan was stunned, and said, "Daddy, can you see that there is a leak in his calligraphy?" ”

"Oh, no, the whole calligraphy is done in one go, it is natural, but unfortunately although the calligraphy is good, the article is vernacular, if you can write a famous essay like Liangdufu, this book will definitely be famous through the ages."

Cai Yan only saw calligraphy, and did not look at the content carefully, it stands to reason that Liu Ze could not write in the vernacular, but Liu Ze's eight-step poem left a deep impression on her. She took it and read it carefully.

"Gently my go, just as I come gently, I gently beckon, as the clouds of the western sky......" This is completely colloquial vernacular, but Cai Yan's heart has a trace of inexplicable tremor, in front of her eyes, there seems to be a flowing picture, those poems, undoubtedly a soft and soothing tune. Parting with sorrow is undoubtedly heavy, or holding hands to look at tears, or gloomy soul, but in Liu Ze's pen, with three gentle, what is revealed is elegant, free, maybe it is really the outpouring of his inner emotions, Luoyang, really let him have nothing left, and wave away in a chic manner?

Cai Yan keenly felt that this was by no means the vernacular that Liu Ze wrote nonsense, the whole text was four lines and one stanza, the arrangement of each verse was staggered, and the number of words in each sentence was roughly six, seven or eight characters, which was neat in the uneven changes, rhyming in each stanza, changing the rhyme section by verse, and pursuing the fluctuation of syllables and the sense of melody. Cai Yan is a master of music, poetry and rhythm have always been one, Cai Yan can fully feel the rhythm of the whole text after reading it once, maybe this is really a poem, a poem with a new rhythm, a new style of poetry unknown to the world. Although it is not certain whether this kind of poetry was created by Liu Ze, the whole poem is full of a touch of sorrow and free and easy bearing, which is undoubtedly a true portrayal of his heart.

“…… Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight. But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight! ......What kind of emotion is this?" is so delicate, a different kind of tenderness, turned into a wordless loneliness, maybe Luoyang carries too many dreams and too much love, but at this moment of parting, it has become a wordless silence. Quietly is the parting sheng flute, silence is tonight's Kangqiao, seemingly free and easy to wave his hand, but still cut the deep attachment. Cai Yan's heartstrings trembled lightly, and two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Ning'er's eyes were sharp, and she shouted, "Miss, are you crying?" ”

Cai Yan hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly looked up, Cai Yong had already left, and only Ning'er was still with her. Cai Yan disguised: "That's - maybe it's because the wind blows the sand into the eyes......"

Ning'er looked at the sky inexplicably, where was the wind?

Cai Yan ignored her and quickly read the last few lines of the poem:

"Quietly I went, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me. ”

(End of Volume 1)