In the sound of drums, six Xingshu Gongsheng slowly entered the hall, one of them was Cai Lun, saluted together, after Zhao Ji sat down, Cai Lun raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Ji, and was suddenly frightened.

The official family in front of him turned out to be the prince who was provoked by himself in the elegant mountain house! And at this moment, Zhao Ji glanced at Cai Lun with a smile, Cai Lun was like an electric shock, and immediately lowered his head, his heart was numb.

Who would have thought that a husband in the Yaya Mountain House would be the son of today, but Cai Lun was hit hard, annoyed and angry, and provoked the Son of Heaven without knowing the sky.

Zhao Ji saw Cai Lun, his face was calm, and he said: "I will take the winter as the theme, you will write a book." ”

Fang Cai's painting exam has been delayed a lot of time, seeing that there is still half an hour to noon, it stands to reason that there must be two exams in the morning, and two more in the afternoon, only Zhao Ji saw that Shen Ao's painting was already dripping, and he was a little tired at this time.

The test questions have been released, the pen, ink, paper and inkstones are ready-made, and the seven tributes have raised their pens one after another, not daring to delay.

Cai Lun bit his lip, and couldn't help but think in his heart that the Son of Heaven did not condemn him, presumably because of his great-grandfather's thin face; So he shook his spirits, thinking that the Pope must see his methods today, the emperor loves to write and paint, if he wants to make him feel good, only this time can he write a superb book, the emperor reads it, if he feels happy, the hostility buried in his heart will naturally be greatly reduced.

Cai Lun's heart has been decided, then born of infinite confidence, the last time since the humiliation of Shen Ao, he will no longer go to the country to study, back home, study calligraphy, Cai family is calligraphy, not only great-grandfather's calligraphy can be called a must, the family collection of calligraphy is also dazzling, Cai Lun is a very talented person, just a few months, calligraphy has made a great breakthrough.

Today's Cai Lun, although his strength is not as good as his great-grandfather, he should not be underestimated.

He was calm and relaxed, held the pen without distraction, pondered for a moment, and wrote a poem: "The sky is full of fragrant snow falling on the mountain, and the flower path and grass pond are laughing and noisy. Sima Qing's shirt is wrapped in plain clothes, and the love melts into the jade feather and drunk cloud paper. ”

The artistic conception of this poem is not beautiful, it is better to be able to write it in a short time, which shows that Cai Lun's thinking is still relatively agile, just a little thought, a poem is born, although the whole poem is just a scene, but it also roughly says a winter word in the test question.

He was a little complacent in his heart, after mentioning the pen dragon and snake, he immediately finished, the whole book dragon and phoenix dance, no longer confined to Cai Ti's style of writing, but also added a bit of free and uninhibited style, although it is free and easy, but it is delicate, Cai Lun looked at the book, and his heart couldn't help but be satisfied, in fact, the last book test, he was deliberately clumsy, on the one hand, it made Shen Ao arrogant; On the other hand, it is to cooperate with a plan of the great-grandfather.

At present, compared with the time when he tried his calligraphy, this calligraphy has a little more charm, and it adds a little bit of the stable and calm charm of Cai's calligraphy.

Cai Lun just put down his pen, he heard someone in his ear in surprise, he raised his eyes and saw that Shen Ao was still waving his pen and writing, and the official family had gone down to the Golden Palace at some point, moved a small brocade and sat opposite Shen Ao, looking at Shen Ao's book and applauding.

Zhao Jixian was carried away by it, and sometimes said: "This poem is well written, but Shen Ao, I think it is more appropriate to change Shuofeng Jin and sadness to Shuofeng Jin and sadness?" ”

Shen Ao hung his head to write a book, but he ignored him, and couldn't help but think in his heart, is it your emperor Lao'er who writes poems or this son who writes poems? While going cool! These words cannot be spoken, but slander in the heart is inevitable. The poem he wrote is called "The Twilight of the Year", and the whole poem is three short lines: I can't sleep with sorrow, and I can't be depressed at night. The bright moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and sad. Transported to no floods, the passing of the year has been urged.

The whole poem is extremely desolate, although the poem is written in winter, it is a poem of twilight, and the time is in the silent long night. In this "night of the year", the poet tosses and turns with deep anxiety, and feels that the long night seems to be endless. In the first two sentences of the poem, the depth of worry is expressed by the inability to sleep at night, and the torture of unbearable sleepless nights is conveyed with the word "bitterness". However, the connotation of "worries" is implicit.

The third and fourth sentences are what the sleepless poet saw and heard on the twilight of the year. In general, the bright moon is a moist and soft object, and the image of the bright moon in the poem is usually associated with a quiet and leisurely state of mind; Even sorrow is often a faint sadness. However, the sight of the bright moon reflected on the boundless snow is completely different from the soft, moist, quiet and leisurely. The white of the snow gives people a sense of coldness, and then the bright moon reflects it, the snow and the moonlight shoot each other, revealing a kind of cold and cold blue-white brilliance, giving people a feeling of high and cold, and the whole high heaven and earth seem to be a world full of cold light and ice and snow accumulation. This is a typical feminine beauty. This sentence is mainly written from the sense of color, the cold and high image of the twilight night.

The next sentence turns to writing about what I heard on a twilight night in terms of auditory experience. The "strength" of "Shuofeng" reveals the swiftness of the wind, the poignancy of the wind and the coldness of the wind, and the latter word "mourning" is not only like the poignant whimpering sound of hearing the angry cry of the wind, but also reveals the poet's subjective feelings. As an impromptu description of the winter night, it is indeed a typical "direct search", which is completely a direct and real feeling of the foreground. Because it captures the typical scenery and realm of a winter night, it is very impressive.

The last sentence is more classic, "Transported to no flood, the passing of the year has been urged." "Transport, that is, the operation of the four seasons of the year. With the passage of time and the change of seasons, all scenery cannot stay long, and people's years pass quickly. On this twilight night, I feel that my life is being relentlessly urged. These two sentences express the feeling that the years are not living and the years are fleeting, and this emotion is not a low moan, but it seems vigorous and bright, depressed and dignified.

Writing poetry is about a meaning, and simply writing the scene is the simplest, just pile up the prosperous rhetoric. Shen Ao's whole poem is full of sentimentality, which is a metaphor for the winter night, which makes people feel depressed.

As for the calligraphy, Shen Ao is more adept, the first line is Dong Qichang's penmanship, Dong Qichang relies on his deep understanding of the gains and losses of the ancients' calligraphy and painting techniques, absorbs the law of all families, and sways according to his own will, integrates changes, and achieves the transformation of his own family law. Dong Qichang's calligraphy pursues a plain and naïve style, pays attention to the pen and ink rhyme, the ink color is distinct, clumsy and beautiful, clear and elegant. Therefore, when Shen Ao wrote the first line of poetry, Zhao Ji was unconsciously intoxicated, and couldn't help but applaud, comparing his calligraphy with the font in front of him, and suddenly felt that this font was better than his own thin gold body.

In the second line of words, Shen Ao changed his pen style, using Su Shi's small script, Su Shi's regular script, easy and smooth, bold and free. I don't know how many descendants have copied it, but in Zhao Ji's view, only Shen Ao's technique is the most exquisite.

The third line adopts Huang Tingjian's strange thin and hard pen style, and the pen is under the dragon and snake, and the pen is put aside.

"Okay, Qing Ke is the first in the book test!" Zhao Ji's heart was agitated, and he was in a trance for a while, and said something that should not be said; When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had lost his words, coughed, and said: "Shen Gongsheng is like a ghost and a god, I ask you, where did you learn this book?" ”

It's okay to copy Su Shi and Huang Tingjian, although the copy is excellent, but after all, it is still a forgery, but Dong Qichang's font is something Zhao Ji has never seen, he already thinks in his heart that this is Shen Ao's self-created font, a little boy, can be unique in the book, open up a road that has never been seen before, how can Zhao Ji not be surprised?

Shen Ao just pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer Zhao Ji immediately.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but think in his heart, if he didn't answer, it must be because there was no teacher to teach him, and he figured out and comprehended it, could he also reach such a state? I was shocked and inexplicable, and fell into deep thought, then sat back in the imperial case, taught people to put away the papers of the book test, and looked at them one by one, but I couldn't keep up my spirit, compared with Shen Ao's calligraphy and poetry, these answer sheets were not as good as dung in Zhao Ji's eyes, but when I saw Cai Lun's test papers, I couldn't help but glance at Cai Lun with a smile that couldn't be explained, and then hurriedly swept over.

Zhao Ji coughed, looked left and right, and said with incomparable majesty, and said: "Zhuqing's poetry and books are very good, let's retreat to Hou Zhi." He suddenly said, "Shen Ao stays." ”

After the morning of the palace test, the courtiers and tributes withdrew from the palace wall one after another, and they did not mention their meals; In this martial arts hall, only Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, and Shen Ao were left.

Zhao Ji and Shen Ao looked at each other, each with their own concerns, while Yang Jian stood on one side with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji smiled comfortably, Shen Ao also laughed, but Yang Jian couldn't laugh, what happened to this official family and Shen Ao? The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, you laugh and I laugh, but it makes Yang Jian feel a little redundant.

Zhao Ji nodded at Shen Ao and said, "Shen Gongzi is not harmed?" ”

Zhao Ji did not call Shen Ao the Qing family, but Shen Gongzi, Shen Ao knew in his heart that he was talking to him as a friend. Shen Ao is a free and easy person, although he is like a tiger, but he is called a modern emperor, a emperor on the left, and a majesty on the right, full of flattery, but he wants his old life, mother, Huang Yanjing is called Brother Shen, what are you polite?

He felt a little bit in his heart, and said with a calm smile: "Brother Wang's Hongfu, the younger brother is very good." ”