"Thanks to Mr. Love, students will not cherish themselves!"

Yunyi didn't expect Zhuang Jing'an to make this request, and after being slightly stunned, he agreed with his mouth.

This is a great Confucian in the court, if he can make friends, it will naturally be great.

Zhuang Jing'an saw that Yunyi agreed, and his heart was also happy.

Seeing that his face was straight, he bent down and bowed down and made a peer salute towards Yun Yi.

Everyone in the audience was stunned on the spot when they heard Zhuang Jing'an's repeated exclamations.

At this time, when he saw Zhuang Jing'an, he actually gave Yunyi, a white body, an equal salute, and everyone blew up in an instant.

"What kind of font is this Yunyi's book that makes Mr. Zhuang appreciate it so much?"

"Even if his calligraphy is his own school, he can't deserve Mr. Zhuang's peer courtesy, right?"

"Didn't you say that Yunyi didn't even take the Tongsheng exam? Why is his self-created font even Mr. Zhuang amazed? ”

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When Zhuang Jing'an praised Yun Yi, Ye Liangchen, who was meditating on the side, his face had already turned cold.

At this time, seeing that Zhuang Jing'an actually made an equal salute to Yun Yi, the jealousy in his eyes instantly began to burn wildly.

Yunyi, a white body who has not even been tested as a child, why was he praised by Mr. Zhuang?

Liu Gengnian, the county magistrate, was still in the pergola at first, leisurely drinking tea, and he didn't pay much attention to it when the master sent the poems just now.

So when he heard Zhuang Jing'an praise Yunyi, although he was curious, he didn't take it seriously.

There are thousands of students in the world, and Yunyi is not the only one who can write well.

But when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhuang Jing'an, he was actually making a gift to Yun Yi as an equal, and he was so shocked that the tea bowl almost fell to the ground.

At this time, where did he still have the calm and leisure just now, put down the tea bowl and rushed out of the pergola with his official uniform.

Yun Yi didn't expect that Zhuang Jing'an would actually salute him in front of the public.

However, although he was shocked in his heart, he did not lose his sense of proportion.

At the moment when Zhuang Jing'an bowed, he hurriedly turned sideways, and then bowed directly to Zhuang Jing'an to the end.

Are you kidding!

In addition to the identity of the great Confucian of the dynasty, Zhuang Jing'an also has the title of an emperor!

If he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead and has a relationship with Zhuang Jing'an's peers, wouldn't it be a generation higher than today's saints?

Even if the emperor is generous and doesn't care about these details, I am afraid that the saliva of students in the world can drown themselves.

"Mr. Zhuang really tormented the students!"

"The student is just a mere white body, how dare he talk to his peers!"

Yun Yi bowed his head, and a set of actions flowed smoothly, lest he would be killed on the spot by the eyes of the students in the audience if he didn't deal with it properly.

"Xiaoyou just said that the one who achieves it comes first."

"The old man wants to ask Xiaoyou to teach calligraphy, so naturally he can't lose his manners."

"But I practiced the gift of master and apprentice, and I was afraid that the little friend would be afraid, so I did the gift of the same generation, and please don't blame the little friend!"

Zhuang Jing'an's words were sincere, but Yun Yi had a wry smile on his face: "You are a peer courtesy to me, and I am afraid that I dare not bear it!" ”

"Could it be that Xiaoyou doesn't want to make friends with the old man?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Jingan asked Yun Yi with a playful expression.

"The students are terrified!"

Hearing this, Yun Yi almost scolded: You old boy, are you going to trap Lao Tzu to death?

If he dares to admit that he doesn't want to make friends with Zhuang Jing'an today, I'm afraid that the next moment, he will be sprayed to death by the students in the audience.

Although he scolded secretly in his heart, Yun Yi was terrified.

"Since this is the case, this matter is so decided, and in the future, you and I will be treated as equals."

After Zhuang Jingan finished speaking, he smiled and straightened up.

Seeing that the old child finally got up, Yun Yi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Reaching out and wiping his forehead, he found that he was already covered with beads of sweat.

It's no wonder that Yunyi is nervous, after all, the most important ritual religion in ancient times.

Zhuang Jing'an, as a veteran of the Great Wednesday Dynasty and a teacher of His Majesty today, has protégés all over the world.

Although he has now returned to his hometown and does not ask about the world, if Yunyi dares to accept his gift.

I'm afraid that there is no need for the emperor to make a move at all, and there will be no place for him in this Great Zhou Dynasty.

"I don't know what a masterpiece it is, so that Mr. Zhuang is so broken, can you let the students take a look."

Liu Xianling had already recovered from the shock at this time, and when he saw that Zhuang Jing'an was actually going to have a relationship with Yun Yi's peers, his mind couldn't help but become active.

Although this son is only a white body, he can be favored by Mr. Zhuang, and he will definitely be able to rise to the top in the future.

If you can make a good relationship today, it will definitely be of great benefit in the future.

Zhuang Jing'an is like an old child who has discovered a treasure at this time, eager to share his joy with others.

Seeing Liu Xianling say this, he smiled and handed over the piece of paper on which the poem was written.

Liu Geng looked at that word at the beginning of the year, and only felt that what Mr. Zhuang said was true.

Handsome and free like a thousand clouds, the charm is long like flowing clouds, and there is indeed a style of everyone.

Reading the poem again, just one glance made Liu Xianling stand on the spot.

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

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

The mountains are snowy, the roads are white, the birds are extinct, and the traces of people are gone.

With just a few numbers, the artistic conception of the blank space in the painting is vividly expressed.

The coexistence of virtual and real, and the wonderful land in the place where there is no painting, is exactly in line with the empty and sparse silence of the water and sky in the Hanjiang solo fishing picture.

"Wonderful!"

"Painting is poetry, poetry is painting, although it does not speak of snow, but everywhere is a snow scene."

"Poetry is an invisible painting, painting is a tangible poem, a poem and a painting complement each other, it is simply perfect!"

Liu Xianling was also a Tanhualang of the palace test back then, and his vision was naturally unique.

After reading a poem, he only felt an indescribable joy in his chest.

He never thought that the blank space could be interpreted in poetry like this, and for a while he was a little excited and easy to suppress.

The students in the audience saw Liu Xianling's faces flushed, his tone was excited, and they all looked at each other.

Poetry?

Painting is poetry, poetry is painting?

Didn't you just talk about Yunyi's self-created calligraphy?

Why did it get to the poetry again?

Could it be that this poem is what Yun Yi wrote with Xingcao?

For a while, everyone was on tiptoe, wanting to see what Yunyi had written, which made the county magistrate so out of shape.

Ye Liangchen, who was still meditating beside him, had completely collapsed his mentality at this time.

Just now, Zhuang Jing'an praised Yunyi's calligraphy, but it is reasonable.

After all, if Yunyi started practicing calligraphy since he was a child, it would not be impossible for him to achieve something after more than ten years.

But now you, Liu County, actually praised Yun Yi's poems, what is the reason?

He has a white body that has not even been tested as a child, can he still make any masterpieces?

Ye Liangchen wanted to step forward and grab the piece of paper to find out, but the only remaining reason told him that he must not do this.

Otherwise, the character I have created over the years may collapse in one fell swoop.

Hearing that Liu County's order did not mention calligraphy, but praised the poems, Zhuang Jingan couldn't help but be stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he grabbed the piece of paper and read it aloud.

"Hahaha, good poetry, really good poetry!"

"Put down the pen in the blank space, write the snow scene without seeing the snow word, and you will know that thousands of mountains, thousands of paths, and fishermen have all been annihilated by the heavy snow."

"The ethereal pen shows the loneliness of the heavy snow, and the layout of this pen movement can be called exquisite."

"Only by writing this poem in the cursive of Xiaoyou will not destroy the artistic conception of the Hanjiang solo fishing map!"

By the time Zhuang Jing'an finished reading, the students in the audience were already speechless in shock.

In the entire Luming Academy, only Zhuang Jing'an's hearty laughter echoed.

"I'm sorry, the old man lost his temper."

After a long time, Zhuang Jing'an finally noticed that something was wrong, and coughed twice and said self-deprecatingly.

The faces of the students in the audience were complicated, and they didn't dare to say anything.

After admiring the poems for a long time, Zhuang Jing'an suddenly seemed to think of something, turned his head to Ye Liangchen and asked:

"Have you ever finished writing?"