"The younger generation Liangchen has seen Mr. Zhuang and Liu County Ling."

"Student Yunyi has met Mr. Zhuang and Liu Xianling."

After the two ascended the high platform, they bowed to the pergola.

Ye Liangchen relied on his family background and regarded himself as a junior.

And Yunyi had to honestly call himself a student, after all, he was a white body, and if he really wanted to talk about it, he was actually no different from the grass people.

"Hmm."

Zhuang Jing'an took a sip of the teacup, signaling that the two of them did not need to be polite.

Liu County's order on the side said to Ye Liangchen with a smile:

"You are a good day, this official heard your father mention you, it's very good."

"Liu Shibo praises falsely, and his nephew is ashamed!"

Yun Yi didn't expect Ye Liangchen to be a master of snake fighting with a stick, so he called Shibo in just two sentences, and he really had a fight with Zhou Jie, who showed off his power and wealth!

Zhuang Jing'an, who was on the side, couldn't help frowning when he saw that the two of them were talking in public.

However, when he saw Yun Yi's calm and relaxed appearance, he couldn't help but be interested in this calm kid, so he asked Yun Yi with some curiosity:

"Your name is Yunyi?"

"It's the students."

"Why don't you refute the arguments in the audience? Could it be true? ”

"No, the so-called gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative. Don't cite people by words, don't talk nonsense by people. ”

"If those who talk about it are true gentlemen, why should they point fingers at students like people in the market because of the slander of a few people?"

"On the other hand, if those who are talking about it are so-called villains, and although the students are not talented, they have also read the books of the sages, so naturally they cannot be like them."

Yun Yi's words were not only reasonable, but also eloquent, which made a group of scholars in the audience who did not know the truth suddenly ashamed.

And those former classmates who fanned the flames, after listening to Yun Yi's words, their faces instantly turned the color of pig liver.

This man......

How could this man be so brazen?

What he and others said is obviously the truth, but it is nothing more than an exaggeration, why is he still accused of being a villain who tells right and wrong?

Looking at Yun Yi with an indifferent face on the stage, several people almost jumped to their feet.

"I, we're not lying!"

They racked their brains, and they didn't think of a suitable rebuttal, so they had to blush, jump and roar.

It's just that the surrounding students have already distanced themselves from these people, and they are all looking at them with an unclear look.

"Well, let's get started!"

After listening to Yun Yi's answer, Zhuang Jingan nodded noncommittally, and motioned for the two to start composing poems.

Although he knew that the rumors in the audience must be windless and waves, Zhuang Jing'an had some appreciation for Yunyi's indifference and witty argument.

On the stage, after Ye Liangchen gave another salute to the two people in the pergola, he stared at Yun Yi with a playful expression:

"This benevolent brother, how old should you be in terms of age, why don't you invite first?"

Ye Liangchen is graceful, elegant and handsome, but this arrogant temperament can see Yun Yi straight toothache.

Although Yun Yi saw arrogance and contempt in his eyes, he couldn't find any fault, after all, people were humble and courteous.

"The one who reaches is the first, or Ye Gongzi first!"

After Yun Yi saluted the two people in the pergola, he turned around and arched his hand towards Ye Liangchen, and then replied in a flat tone.

"You don't have to be humble, since you are on stage at the same time, let's start together!"

There is not only one set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the high platform, and the master who is in charge of the roll call sees that the two are-for-tat, so he makes arrangements.

When the master came forward, the two naturally did not dare to disobey, bowed and saluted, and then walked towards the desk next to them.

When he saw the picture of Hanjiang fishing alone just now, Yun Yi instantly thought of the five-character quatrain with only twenty words.

Now that the bamboo is in the chest, there is naturally no need to conceive and brew.

I saw that he calmed down his breath a little, and the pen walked between the dragons and snakes, and a poem written in cursive jumped on the paper.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Yunyi's calligraphy was forced to learn by his grandfather since he was a child, and he was in the Lanting preface of the sage Wang Xizhi.

Now that it has persisted for more than ten years, it is quite hot.

The reason why he writes in cursive today is because the blank space of the painting of a solo fishing in the cold river is the essence of the whole painting.

If the poem is inscribed at random, it is likely to destroy the artistic conception of the empty and lonely painting.

And the grass written by Yun Yi, the pen is flowing with water, lifting and pressing, and the paper is full of clouds and smoke.

Although it is silent, there is a light and clear ink rhyme, which complements the artistic conception in the painting.

Yunyi believes that with the clear and beautiful poetry and concise poems of "Jiang Xue", although he does not dare to guarantee that he can win the first prize, it should not be a problem if he wants to be rated first-class.

From Yun Yi standing in front of the desk to the whole poem being completed in one go, it only took a moment.

When Yunyi put down the brush, everyone present was stunned.

"So fast? Knowing that he was invincible to Ye Gongzi, he should have given up on himself and scribbled a few sentences to deal with things, right? ”

"Who knows! Maybe when people are offstage, they already have a bamboo in their chests! ”

"That's going to be submitted to Mr. Zhuang for review, if the handwriting is too sloppy, wouldn't it be disrespectful to Mr.?"

……

There were different opinions in the audience, and the master on the stage was also regretful.

It's hard to write so quickly without scribbling!

Seeing the master looking at him, Yun Yi smiled at him, then picked up the paper and handed it over.

"It's ......"

When the master took the paper, he could see the handwriting on it, but after just one glance, he could no longer take his eyes off it.

After a long time, the master glanced at Yun Yi with a wry smile.

Thinking that Mr. Zhuang was still waiting, he endured his doubts and took the piece of paper to the pergola.

"Looking at the master's appearance, could it be that he couldn't hold back his laughter?"

"In such a short period of time, what good poems can he write, don't you see that Ye Gongzi is still meditating?"

"This Yunyi has been enlightened for many years, but he has never been tested for children's life, with our Liu Fuzi's evaluation is: there is no ink in the chest, and the ambition is great and talented!"

……

Regarding the discussion in the audience, Yun Yi did not care.

Since you put your face up for me to beat, don't cry for a while.

"Jiang Xue", which was written in cursive, was sent to Zhuang Jing'an.

At first glance, he frowned.

If you look closely, your eyes will instantly shine.

"Good word!"

An exclamation completely overshadowed the discussion in the audience, so that everyone didn't come back to their senses for a while.

What did Mr. Zhuang say just now?

Good words?

How can it be?!

Zhuang Jing'an has been immersed in calligraphy for decades, and has seen the pen and ink of countless calligraphers, but he has never seen such a continuous brushwork and quick way to write.

If it weren't for the fact that the ink on the paper hadn't dried, Zhuang Jing'an wouldn't even dare to believe that it was written by Yun Yi.

The word...... Who did you learn from? ”

In the future, when he had time to take a closer look at the poems written by Yun Yi, Zhuang Jingan asked Yun Yi with a happy face.

"Mr. Huizhuang, this word is a student's game, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, which makes Mr. smile."

Since there is no cursive calligraphy in this world, and the purpose of taking the stage is for fame and fortune, it is better to recognize it with a cheeky face!

If you lie at will, if Mr. Zhuang is more truthful, I am afraid that the trouble will be even greater.

"You created this calligraphy?"

Zhuang Jing'an stared at Yun Yi incredulously, trying to see a trace of panic on his face.

What can be seen is a calm and calm face.

"That's right! If it was really created by a famous calligrapher, I should have heard of it. ”

Zhuang Jing'an smiled self-deprecatingly, and then asked Yun Yi with a curious expression: "Does this calligraphy have a name?" ”

"Cursive, cursive."

"The outline of the words, the rules of the subordinate, the indulgence of the run, the rush to the speed, take the meaning of the grass creation, called the cursive, I don't know if the old man is right?"

"Mr. is talented, he can see through the brushwork of the grass at a glance, and the students admire it!"

"Don't be modest, in the old man's opinion, you don't have more than ten years of calligraphy skills, you can't have such a high attainment, I think it must be since you were a child to start dipping in this way."

Seeing that Yunyi was neither humble nor arrogant, humble and polite, Zhuang Jing'an was also old and happy, soothing and smiling.

"Mr. has won the award, and the student is ashamed."

Seeing Zhuang Jing'an praising himself like this, even though Yun Yi was very thick-skinned, he began to blush a little.

After seeing through the advantages of the grass, Zhuang Jing'an fell in love with this kind of writing method with flowing clouds and flowing water.

Seeing that Hunter was overjoyed, he didn't care about the presence of others, so he asked Yunyi with hope:

"I wonder if Xiaoyou can teach this cursive script to the old man?"