When everyone looked at it, they found that the black heart chrysanthemum was ugly, but it seemed to be very good with Chen Jintong, the black was hidden in the black hair, and Ying Yingran could only see a large stretch of golden petals, which was very good-looking.

Both queens realized that they had miscalculated.

"Further on, there is the Buddha Hall, everyone's scriptures are in it, as for those girls in the street, they were all sent to the Dragon Riding Temple to be burned, and everyone is very serious this year. Now that you're here, it's better to go inside and pay your respects. ”

There is naturally a temple in the palace, which is offered to the Bodhisattva, this is a hodgepodge of temples, there are not only the water moon Guanyin, the basket Guanyin, but also the Guanyin of sending children and so on.

After Chen Jintong entered, the corners of her mouth suddenly had a strange smile, she didn't have any religious beliefs, and she was not interested in these Guanyin.

Everyone worships very religiously, lest they miss a god, but Chen Jintong ignores it, in her opinion, people who really have faith should "do a good deed every day" and should "do good deeds, don't ask about the future", instead of using a sense of ritual every day to convince themselves, and continue to do bad things after worshipping.

Don't say that there is no Bodhisattva in the world, and even if there is, how can you bless a person who harbors evil intentions.

Empress Chen approached the scriptures and took them out to look at them, "Everyone has done their best and been meticulous in this year's scriptures, and these are the best ones written among them," she picked up a pile of scriptures and handed them to everyone to circulate, and some girls found their masterpieces in them, and they were so happy.

"But there are also a very small number of people who do not have a very good attitude, and the scriptures they write are messy and confused." The queen took out some other inferior products.

Several girls rushed up to see that Chen Yuying had accurately found Chen Jintong's scriptures from a large number of them, and everything was as premeditated, and then she burst out with an incredible laugh, "Oh sisters, sisters!" ”

She was as excited as if she had discovered a new world, "Look at who wrote this scripture, it's terrible." ”

Everyone took a closer look and laughed, but Chen Jintong watched coldly and remained silent.

"You see, it's not much better than what a three-year-old writes, hahaha." A woman smiled viciously.

Another woman said, "I'm afraid that a three-year-old child can write better than this." When everyone talked about it, it was really uncomfortable to criticize Chen Jintong's penmanship and words for nothing, and to be judged clumsy in front of everyone.

I don't know who suddenly "discovered" the payment, "Oh, it turned out to be Lord Chen's words, how did you do it, you can write so confusingly, I'm afraid it's also a kind of ability." ”

You're big.

Chen Jintong couldn't wait to hold the wooden fish and knock the girl's head, but she couldn't help it, and nodded with a smile: "It's not that I can't write well, it's just that I specialize in art, we live in the community, and if you want to write, you have to buy ink ingots and brushes, and the better sheep is a tael of silver, we are poor, and my father can only burn wicker for me instead." ”

"Over time, I am not very familiar with the brush, and then I occasionally come to the palace and get busy, always put the affairs of the society in the first place, where do I have time to practice calligraphy, unlike my sisters and sisters who are thinking behind closed doors...... By the way, you don't want to dislike me, right? This is a temple, and the Bodhisattva also pays attention to the equality of all living beings, and there is no class, hey, forget it! Some people talk about Amitabha, but their hearts are ruthless. ”

Chen Jintong skillfully used the Bodhisattva to suppress everyone, and this group of people was speechless.

"So," the long silence was broken by Chen Yuying, and Chen Yuying still had to make things difficult for Chen Jintong: "Lord Chen can write Yan muscles and willow bones with wicker?" ”

"What's the meaning of Yan muscles and willow bones, what is really good is Zhang Xu's flying whiteness, Wang Xizhi's elegantness, Minan Palace's freedom and ease, Su Dongpo's heroism, and Qianlong's lightness."

In his previous life, although Chen Jintong did not have much contact with art, he once received the task of protecting the country Baolan Pavilion to go to Europe and the United States to participate in the exhibition.

Only then did Chen Jintong know that good calligraphy was recalled, and good fonts were eclectic, and she felt the charm of calligraphy.

At this moment, the explanation is nothing more than copying the master's theory, but those women feel that what Chen Jintong said is extremely true, although their faces are disdainful, they are very supportive and agreeable in their hearts.

"Lord Chen is the best at talking on paper, and when he says this, I won't try it lightly, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public." Empress Chen stepped forward, staring coldly at Chen Jintong with dark eyes.

Chen Jintong dared to blow the conch, so he thought about how to deal with the aftermath after being provoked, but at the moment he just smiled indifferently, "Do you really want to see it?" I'm afraid that good calligraphy may not be able to see the way out. ”

"Don't look at people in the cracks of the door, poor nuns have practiced calligraphy since childhood, and they also have a lot of experience, so Chu Suiliang is still poor nuns' uncle, adults write a stroke for poor nuns to see, they can't appreciate it, and even poor nuns won't?"

Chen Jintong looked back, an elegant nun had already walked over arrogantly, the nuns in this temple were not idle, either the princess of the previous dynasty was reluctant to marry to lead the practice in the temple, or the old lady was reluctant to be buried.

The nun in front of her is called "Lu'an Shitai", she is the concubine of the previous dynasty, her calligraphy is the best in the world, and Queen Chen is also afraid of her, hearing Lu'an say this, she hurriedly went downhill to drive the donkey, "Since my sister said so, then let's take the test for Lord Chen and see how she is." ”

"That's exactly what I mean." Master Lu'an smiled kindly, handed a piece of paper to Chen Jintong, and also gave Chen Jintong the brush she used to copy scriptures.

Before Chen Jintong could put down the pen, Chen Yuying next to her had already gloated and smiled, "The third sister is going to show her stuffing now, it's better not to talk about it." ”

She ignored it, and a few warblers and warblers next to her also came over, and when they heard that Chen Jintong was going to write, they immediately laughed, in their opinion, Chen Jintong was bound to make a fool of himself.

Chen Jintong calmed down and threw away the brush, "Since it is calligraphy, you have to be eclectic, why bother using a brush, I use this, after all, I have been using this since I was a child, this is made of burning willow branches, okay?" ”

Chen Jintong was afraid that Lu'an would say no, but the master said: "Real kung fu can be embodied in anything, so why bother using a brush." ”

Hearing this, Chen Jintong calmed down and wrote four words on the paper, "galloping vertically and horizontally". Those four words seem to have no characteristics when you look at one alone, but when you look at them together, you have the style of Iron Horse Jingo.

Mrs. Lu'an held the piece of paper and looked at it, and didn't say a word for a long time, Queen Chen was anxious and ready to urge, but at this moment Lu'an was excited, and her hand holding the paper trembled.