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His Royal Highness the Crown Prince opened his eyes, and the entire people on the top of the mountain were watching him, wondering what he would do next. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At first, Yuan Kong closed his eyes for so long, naturally not to play tricks, but he wanted to enter a state, he was abandoning something, he abandoned Wang Yichen who was standing next to him, and the people on the top of this mountain, these flowers, these drums, and even the entire Chengcang Mountain were abandoned.

Leaving this table, this paper, this inkstone, this ink and the pen in his hand, although Yuankong's eyes were open, he couldn't see everything he had abandoned, and he only had this piece of paper from Qionghua in his eyes. He even forgot that he was competing with this Wang Yichen for calligraphy at this time, and in Yuan Hollow, he was practicing casually in the Taiwo at this time.

Of course, this state is not something that anyone can enter if they want to, and if it weren't for His Royal Highness the Prince's martial arts, he would not have entered the current state in such a short period of time.

The ink is well ground, and the pen is stained with ink.

The first pen fell, and the writing was not fast.

"I actually wrote it. Wang Yichen chuckled and said, as if mocking, sitting in the gazebo and not interested in coming forward to look.

But gradually, everyone began to feel that something was wrong, because they felt a momentum from the young man in front of them, a sharp and sharp momentum, it was hard to say what kind of feeling it was, watching others write actually have such a feeling.

Wang Yichen naturally felt it, but he still chuckled and said: "If you make a mystery, you can write good calligraphy just by doing this." Wang Yichen knew that Yuankong was a sword, and he must have known a little knife technique, thinking that Yuankong had used the potential of the knife technique, saying that it was a trick.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wrote unpleasantly, but when he finally finished writing, he put the pen lightly and got out of the previous state, and the momentum on his body disappeared.

After writing, he looked around and realized where he was now, and walked towards the three Amber girls.

I remembered that a few years ago when I was in the Golden Que Tower, before I was assassinated, I also tried calligraphy with the lotus flower of the Rebirth Sect, and after that incident, when Wang Mingji taught himself again, he didn't mention the assassination at all.

But he said that the art of calligraphy is first of all an art that embodies the cultivation of literati according to the rules, not a comparison, nor a show of skills, nor a game of pen and ink. If Your Highness wants to take your calligraphy to the next level, you must remember this sentence.

Since that day, His Royal Highness has really taken this sentence to heart, and when it comes to what Wang Mingji said, His Royal Highness rarely does not take it to heart, except for the essence of the 'subset of scriptures' that he talked about when he was a child.

However, today's provocation, especially calligraphy, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could not accept it, so he had the action of closing his eyes and abandoning everything just now. Fortunately, it succeeded in the end.

The three old Confucians walked towards His Royal Highness the Prince's work with curiosity, and Hua Chengwu, who was sitting above, actually couldn't sit still and wanted to take a look at it first, not that he thought it was really a masterpiece, but he was worried in his heart, and wanted to see how it was written, hoping that it would not be too bad, and he would be able to give His Highness a round back when the time came.

Look from afar, look close, look closely.

"Seven o'clock in calligraphy, the word 'god'. The old Confucian who began to observe Wang Yichen's calligraphy from a distance stood in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and whispered.

"The layout of the chapter is good, or the white space has a slight flaw, but it is also more casual, and it shows the temperament of the person who wrote it. Another old man said.

"The knot is rigorous, the pen echoes, and it is beautiful. ”

"The lines reflect the author's emotions in terms of momentum, strength, and rhythm. ”

"No matter from the whole line or the whole article, the shade of its ink is dry, the light and shade are varied, and it almost has the realm of ink and color. Several people spoke faster and faster. After one finished speaking, the other two nodded unconsciously.

"The dragon gate jumped out of the square for the real dragon, this young man has entered the ancient and the new. "This old Confucian is talking about the style of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

After a few people finished speaking, the old man who was the first to speak before frowned and said: "But I haven't seen this elegant or vulgar bookish atmosphere, but it seems to be like it."

"It's like a martial artist, a swordsman who has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, and this sharp blade is almost coming out of the paper. The other quickly took over and said.

"Yes, it's the swordsman. ”

A few people may still have some debate about whether this last one is bookish or martial, but based on the previous six points, the result is also very clear.

"Anyway, it's already clear. The third person said this, and when he looked at the eyes of the remaining two, he also knew what the result was.

These three old Confucians have been whispering here for a long time, but it made the rest of the people on the top of the mountain wait for a while, and those who have read Wang Yichen's book first inevitably have some uncertain thoughts in their hearts: Is it difficult or a strong collision.

However, they still guessed wrong, it was not a strong collision, although Wang Yichen's writing was also a rare masterpiece, but compared to the work next to his table, it was an obvious weak collision.

"Sister Su, how did you say that handsome young man in red clothes wrote, can it compare to Wang Gongzi?" Seeing that the old Confucian kept talking, Zhi Xue asked softly with curiosity.

"Yes. Su Youyue simply replied with two words, but she chose to believe it in her heart before saying this, because she didn't know anything about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was jealous of the outsider and walked the dog and teased the eagle.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be good at calligraphy. Qin Heng didn't seem to have the slightest awareness of treating the prince as a prince, and asked like a friend.

"Your poem also gave me a lot of surprises, and I was thinking about what position I should put you in. ”

mentioning this Qin Heng is like a strong person: "Poetry is really just a small way, there is it in the lower abdomen" and he couldn't finish talking like this, Yuan Kong had to pretend to be listening.

An old Confucian walked towards Hua Chengwu, who had been waiting for a long time, and the remaining two were still muttering in a low voice about His Royal Highness the Prince's work: "Unexpectedly, this year's Flower Drum Club has produced such masterpieces one after another, and it is rare to see one of them for decades." ”

Hua Chengwu was also very surprised after listening to the results that Lao Confucius told him, and at the same time relieved.

"Today's Flower Drum Club is a rare masterpiece, but there is still one of them that is slightly better, Zhang Zimo's works are better than Wang Yichen's works both in terms of god and metaphysics"

The head of the Hua family was still saying something at the end, but Wang Yichen couldn't listen to it anymore, he walked in disbelief, almost ran to the work of His Royal Highness the Prince, and then his eyes were like dead fish, and he couldn't say a word, just like the words he heard from Qin Heng before, he couldn't say a word.