"Wang Mo?"

Yan Bingxin, who was standing side by side with Yan Jinghong, turned his head sideways and asked, "Is this Wang Mo amazing?"

Yan Jinghong was stunned for a moment, nodded with a dry smile, and seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Donglan School Palace and Changming School Palace are the two largest school palaces in the imperial capital, both of which have a long history and profound heritage.

Rao is the royal family of the ancient kingdom of Dayan, and sometimes he has to buy the face of these two university palaces.

is like Zhang Chen before.

Even the current emperor Yanyang Nian has to treat him as a guest.

And this Wang Mo.

Although his identity and prestige are not as good as Zhang Chen of Donglan Academy, he is also a pivotal scholar in Changming Academy.

Especially his attainments in calligraphy, even if you look at the entire imperial capital, it is difficult to stand out.

Although Yan Jinghong is in the deep palace, he has always liked piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so he is very familiar with this Wang Mo calligraphy.

And as the crown prince of the ancient kingdom of Dayan, before he ascended the throne, he summoned him privately, or had a secret meeting with such scholars, and once the news leaked, it would inevitably have a great impact.

So.

Until now.

Although he has been fascinated by this calligrapher for a long time, he has never covered his face.

And today, if he can see it, it can be regarded as fulfilling his previous wish.

It can well be imagined.

How excited Yan Jinghong was in his heart at this time.

Today, I finally got my wish to meet this Wang Daxue scholar!

Good!

Very good!

"Brother, isn't it Wang Mo who is a calligrapher, is it necessary for you to show such an expression?"

Yan Bingxin glanced at Yan Jinghong, who was stunned, and couldn't help pouting.

Then.

Ye Changqing turned his head and asked with a smile: "It seems that Young Master Yan is also an elegant person." ”

Yan Jinghong glanced at the ancestor Yan Tianshan without leaving a trace, and sneered: "Mr. Ye said that he laughed, I just like to collect some calligraphy and paintings, but I have no attainments in these aspects, so I am not included in this list." ”

Ye Changqing smiled at Yan Jinghong and nodded, without saying anything more.

The Yan family treats themselves so well, doesn't they value their attainments in calligraphy and painting?

You say you just like collecting?

Apparently humble.

Come to think of it.

Ye Changqing frowned without leaving a trace.

Young masters of a family like Yan Jinghong, who was born, are so modest, and they have no spiritual roots, so they can't cultivate for the rest of their lives.

In addition to the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is also this face, and the other aspects are simply useless.

Aren't you a little high-profile?

Yes, it's high-profile.

Keep a low profile!

Low profile!

Unconsciously, Ye Changqing began to self-reflect.

"Mr. Ye, let's go in and have a look. ”

Yan Bingxin opened his mouth to propose at this time.

Ye Changqing suddenly came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's go in and take a look." ”

Afterwards.

Under the leadership of Yan Bingxin, Ye Changqing and the three of them entered the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion one after another.

When Ye Changqing and the four of them entered the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, the first floor was already overcrowded.

Moreover, everyone gathered at the bottom of a high platform.

And above the high platform, a woman in purple and an old man in a blue robe.

The woman in purple has snow-white skin, silky eyes, and a bewitching figure, especially the temperament from the inside out, which is full of charm.

The blue-robed old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was a little cold, giving people a very lonely and arrogant feeling.

Then.

The woman in purple said in a delicate voice.

"Everyone, be quiet. ”

As soon as the words fell, the huge hall on the first floor was silent, and everyone looked at each other for a moment, and then looked at the woman in purple on the stage.

"Guys, who is this senior, I guess I don't need to introduce it again, right?"

With a charming smile on her face, the woman in purple glanced at everyone, and finally paused slightly on Ye Changqing at the door, and then said.

Then.

"Miss Liu, the people who can stay in the hall on the first floor are calligraphy lovers. ”

A man in a Confucian robe said with a calm voice and said with a smile: "And as a calligraphy lover, who in the entire imperial capital doesn't know about Master Wang?"

"Yes, Master Wang's attainments in calligraphy can be described as superb, and I am willing to pay all the costs for Master Wang's peerless calligraphy. ”

Soon.

Another middle-aged man in a Confucian robe said.

Liu Ruyi, a woman in purple, nodded with a smile, and said: "Today's rules are still the same, and Wang Lao has recently had a new understanding of calligraphy, and wants to write a calligraphy in public." ”

At the same time, he wanted to find a disciple who was quite talented in calligraphy, and he was willing to devote himself to training. ”

As soon as Liu Ruyi's words fell, everyone looked at each other, with only bitterness and helplessness on their faces.

As obsessed with calligraphy, they are more or less accomplished in calligraphy.

Results.

In the calligraphy of their group, none of them could make Wang Mo look at it.

Even so.

Wang Mo still appeared in the hall on the first floor of the Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion every once in a while, and when he showed his attainments in calligraphy, he did not forget to continue to recruit disciples who satisfied him.

Then.

Wang Mo, who was dressed in a blue robe, coughed lightly, took a step forward and said, "Everyone, I'm afraid that today is the last time the old man will recruit disciples, and it also means that the old man will not appear in the Qingfeng Falling Moon Pavilion in the future." ”

The voice did not fall.

Instantly.

In the huge hall on the first floor, there was no sound in an instant, and even a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone's faces were filled with unspeakable shock.

This!

This!

This!

Wang Mo, a scholar of Wang, the leader of the calligraphy world, is leaving the Qingfeng Drunken Moon Pavilion forever today!

This also means that it is rare to see his old man's peerless calligraphy in the future!

Time.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely depressed, and everyone present was full of sadness.

Some even burst into tears in public, as if they were mourning.

This moment.

Even Liu Ruyi, who was standing beside Wang Mo, couldn't help but look gloomy, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

However.

This scene fell in Ye Changqing's eyes, but it was a different scenery.

Market!

Market!

This is the market of calligraphy in the imperial capital!

Someone is willing to do everything just for a piece of calligraphy from this Wang scholar!

And.

So many people actually learned that this Wang Daxue was leaving the Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion, and sighed and wept bitterly.

It can be seen how obsessed these people are with calligraphy.

And so it goes.

Ye Changqing finally thought about one thing clearly.

That is the real reason why the Yan family wants to do everything possible to please themselves.

Come to think of it.

Ye Changqing smiled bitterly in his heart: "I knew that there were so many calligraphy lovers in the imperial capital, even if I were killed, I would definitely not have been in Xiaochi Town for so long, the imperial capital is too fragrant." ”

Then.

Wang Mo pursed the corners of his lips and said lightly: "Miss Liu, please help the old man grind." ”

Liu Ruyi nodded, then turned around and walked to the long table behind him to grind for Wang Mo.

That's it.

About a stick of incense has passed.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Mo finally put down his pen and picked up his pen, glanced at his last work, and then nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time.

Liu Ru commanded the maids on both sides, and the two maids hurried to both sides of the long table.

Soon.

The two maids slowly lifted the notebook that Wang Mo had just written to everyone.

The autumn wind comes and the winter snow goes, but the breeze falls on the moon.

Instantly.

Twelve ancient characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The last disappointed person, Wang Mo.

Time.

When everyone saw this line of words, they all sighed and showed sadness.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing, who was standing at the back, just shook his head disapplausively.

Then.

Yan Bing couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Compared with Mr. Ye's calligraphy, why does this Wang Daxue's calligraphy seem a little shabby?"