"Mother, wait a minute, I'll go and inquire." Wei Yichen replied, and then dismounted and walked into the crowd.

After waiting for a while, Wei Yichen came back, his expression was much more excited than when he went.

"Mother, it's a newly opened store that's holding a competition."

"What store, what competition?" Seeing his son's enthusiastic appearance, Yun's curiosity became even stronger.

It's rare to see a son so excited about something.

"It's Sibao Zhai, who came to Xingshan County to open a branch, compete in calligraphy and articles, and those who win can get the ink treasure of the Tibetan forest monks."

"Sibao Zhai? The paper your father brought back last time seems to have come from Sibaozhai. ”

"It's this Sibao Zhai!" Wei Yichen's tone was excited.

"And that Tibetan forest layman, a famous gentleman in Huzhou Mansion, right? I heard your father mention this person last time, the article is very good, he used to be an academician of the Hanlin Academy, and after he said goodbye, he lived in seclusion in Huzhou Mansion, planted bamboo forests in front of the house, and regarded himself as a Tibetan forest layman. ”

"That's the man!"

That's why Wei Yichen is so excited now.

Whether it is the paper of Sibaozhai or the ink treasure of the Tibetan forest monks, Wei Yichen is very interested.

Seeing his son's thoughts, Yun said, "Then what are you still doing in a daze?" In terms of calligraphy and articles, my son is one of the best in Xingshan County. ”

Hearing this, Wei Yichen looked at his father on the side again.

Wei Mingting agreed: "Go, my father also wants to see my son's literary talents." ”

"The son went."

Wei Yichen walked into the crowd excitedly.

Wei Mingting said to the few people in the carriage again: "You guys also get out of the carriage and take a walk." ”

Wei Mingting spoke, and the Yun family didn't limit the three children, asked Wei Qingwan and Wei Ruo to put on their hats, and told their maids to follow the two of them.

As for Wei Yilin, she watched it herself, lest the child didn't know where the wild was.

After getting out of the car, Wei Ruo squeezed into the crowd with Xiumei, and the onlookers competed for the ink treasure of the Tibetan forest monks.

Both of them had excitement on their faces, although they were not as good as Wei Yichen, they were obviously much more concerned about other things, especially Wei Ruo.

The content of the competition is very simple, and the participants in the competition make a short essay on the spot according to the given question and write it on paper.

Finally, according to the content of the article and the quality of the calligraphy, the pros and cons will be judged.

The shopkeeper of Sibaozhai who presided over this competition was a middle-aged man with a beard, slightly chubby and a simple smile.

He warmly greeted every student who was attracted to him, explained the rules of the competition to them, and invited them to participate.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone used in the competition are all provided by their four treasures.

After Wei Yichen squeezed into the crowd, the shopkeeper introduced him with a smile.

"Childe just needs to write some thoughts according to the topic, we don't compare the content of the article, only calligraphy."

"Okay, I'll try. Trouble the shopkeeper to give me pen and paper. ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly asked the shopkeeper to prepare new paper and pens for Wei Yichen.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wei Yichen picked up a pen and wrote more than 100 words.

The pen is vigorous and powerful, and the full and round handwriting of the font immediately aroused a burst of applause from the audience.

After writing it, the shopkeeper didn't make an evaluation, but just asked the shopkeeper to carefully hang Wei Yichen's work.

At this time, there are already many pairs of works hanging on the shelf next to it, all of which were written by people who participated in the competition today, and everyone hung them side by side, and people passing by can appreciate and judge.

In the distance, a lavishly decorated carriage had been parked in place for a while.

The people in the car were also looking this way.

"Is Brother Yu also interested?" Chu Lan asked, and Lu Yuhong, who had been watching the excitement beside him.

Lu Yuhong hurriedly shook his head: "Your Highness, don't make fun of me, I can compete in martial arts, ride a horse and shoot arrows, and kill the enemy in battle." Compared to calligraphy, I am absolutely not good, but I think this shop is interesting, and the opening actually came up with these novel tricks, and I also took the ink treasure of the Tibetan forest monk as a color head, and I don't know whether it is true or false. ”

"It's really more than the average shop." Chu Lan commented, his tone was relatively bland, and he was not as eager as Lu Yuhong.

"By the way, is it the one who is riding on the horse over there is a person from the Zhongyi Bofu in the capital? It looks familiar. Lu Yuhong asked.

Following the direction pointed by Lu Yuhong's finger, Chu Lan saw Wei Mingting.

"It's him, the third son of Zhongyibo, Wei Mingting, and the current lieutenant of Congliupin Zhongxian."

"Your Highness still remembers clearly, I can't remember these things, I can't remember the ones left in the capital, let alone those outside the capital."

"Uncle Zhongyi's Mansion is a group of people without long bones, including Uncle Zhongyi himself, except for this Wei Mingting, but unfortunately he is only reckless, and he doesn't know how to be flexible, otherwise he would have left this place a long time ago." Chu Lan commented.

"No wonder the Zhongyi Bofu has been in a slump over the years, and there is no successor to dare to love, but it's a pity, I also heard my father say that the Zhongyi Bozu is a famous founding general!"

Although Lu Yuhong was born in a scholarly family, he inexplicably admired people who practiced martial arts, especially those famous generals who had heroic deeds.

"Let's go." Chu Lan suddenly lifted the curtain and got up.

"Where are you going?"

"Competition."

"Huh? Your Highness, are you interested? Lu Yuhong chased after him curiously.

Chu Lan didn't answer, and walked straight to the crowd.

The competition continues, almost everyone has already tried it, and the works are hung up and everyone can see them.

Among the many works, Wei Yichen's work is obviously the most eye-catching.

It is also the one that attracts the most onlookers.

Yun Shi is right, in terms of calligraphy articles, Wei Yichen is definitely one of the best in Xingshan County.

After he participated in the competition, others were compared by him.

Victory was in sight, and Wei Qingwan was very happy for Wei Yichen.

At this moment, a man in brocade came over.

"I'll try it too."

Everyone consciously made way for the man in brocade.

Just from the man's dress and the entourage following him, it is not difficult to guess that this person's identity is not ordinary.

Wei Mingting also looked at it and was shocked.

He couldn't be sure of the identity of the person in front of him, but he could tell the clue from the accessories of the entourage that the man carried.

Wei Ruo recognized the man's identity at a glance - Chu Lan, the Seventh Prince.

is the male protagonist of the original work.,It's also the person who executed himself in the original book.。

Thinking of this, Wei Ruo subconsciously walked towards the periphery of the crowd, widening the distance between himself and the two people.

Although she didn't know what it was for, she instinctively wanted to distance herself from what she thought was a risk factor.

Wei Ruo looked at Wei Qingwan again and saw that Wei Qingwan was looking at Chu Lan.

Chu Lan was supposed to meet Wei Qingwan in Fahua Temple, but she missed it because of the absence of her supporting role.

Could it be that this belated encounter is about to happen today?