"Hmm......"

Wang Chao came back to his senses, sat up straight again, and put the paper in his hand in front of Wang Jingzhi:

"Professor Wang, look at the handwriting on this, why does the old man look familiar?"

"I'll see!"

Wang Jingzhi took the paper suspiciously, sat up straight again and looked at it, but it was only a glance, and his eyes lit up.

"Beautiful!"

"Beautiful!"

One exclamation, two voices.

One is naturally Wang Jingzhi's, and the other is Yue Donglai, who also came to Wang Jingzhi to watch behind him because of curiosity.

Both of them couldn't help but marvel because of Zhao Yu's handwriting on the paper.

And Ran Luoyou also saw the handwriting at this time, and his beautiful eyes also flashed.

"Tsk, the handwriting is square, the law is strict, the dot painting is ingenious, the turns are clear, the lines are thick and natural, and the writing is good, and Yue looks a little familiar!"

Yue Donglai was surprised, moved his gaze from the paper, and looked at Zhao Yu in front of him curiously.

"Not bad! It's familiar! ”

Wang Jingzhi nodded with a twinkle in his eyes, then looked at Zhao Yu, and said curiously:

"What is your name, this student? Who did you learn this from? ”

Zhao Yu frowned, his handwriting was a little better, but wasn't he reading poetry at this time? Why are these people making such a fuss about his words?

However, since Wang Jingzhi asked, Zhao Yu also had to answer, so he said:

"Professor Hui Wang, his late name is Zhao Yu, a native of Changning County, and the characters are learned from the teacher!"

"Changning County?!"

Wang Chaopin, Wang Jingzhi and Yue Donglai were stunned for a moment, and then as if they had guessed something, their eyes lit up, and Wang Jingzhi asked again:

"I wonder who your mentor is?"

Zhao Yu bowed his head slightly:

"The teacher's surname is Han, and he is polite!"

"Sure enough, it's him!"

As soon as Zhao Yu spoke, Wang Jingzhi and the three of them suddenly became stunned.

And Yue Donglai was amazed:

"Tsk! It turned out to be the senior apprentice of Han Shi in Changning County! Han Shishan calligraphy, when he copied one of Wang Xi's books in Fucheng, his calligraphy is beautiful and gorgeous, elegant and mellow, graceful and elegant, graceful and graceful, quite the essence of Shen Zile, at that time it was amazing the entire Hengzhou Mansion, that book was directly bought by the master with huge money, let me wait for the miss! ”

"And although Master Han has countless disciples, it is rare to see him teach calligraphy, but today I didn't expect to meet a disciple of Master Han's mantle, it seems that his vision is right, this son is really talented!"

After that, Yue Donglai looked at the paper in Wang Jingzhi's hand with unfinished eyes.

"Not bad! It's some calligraphy talent! ”

At this time, Wang Chaopin also nodded in agreement, and then smiled at Zhao Yu:

"Judging from your handwriting, you have won fifty percent of Master Han's calligraphy, I hope you will make persistent efforts to surpass your teacher in time!"

"I don't dare to be born later, and it is enough to be glad to ask for fifty percent calligraphy from my teacher!"

Zhao Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again.

He didn't expect Han Liru's calligraphy to have such a big influence, when the private school autumn meeting, Lu Yan said that Han Liru was the most famous scripture teacher in Hengzhou Mansion, Zhao Yu thought he was killing Han Liru, but he didn't expect Han Liru to be really so famous.

"It's good for young people to be humble, but don't be too humble, with your calligraphy potential, you still have a chance to compare with your teacher!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu was so humble, Wang Jingzhi shook his head, and then the dynasty hired two people with a wry smile:

"When Master Han copied Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and was bought, I cheekily asked for a book from him, and hung it in the study every day, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't recognize him from his disciple's words today, and I read it for so long!"

"I often look at your calligraphy, don't we recognize it?"

Wang Chaopin and Yue Donglai also smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, and the original poetry competition became a calligraphy appreciation.

Seeing this, all the students here looked at each other, and finally looked at Zhao Yu in a complicated way.

Zhao Yu relied on his own strength to turn the poetry competition into calligraphy appreciation, and before the poem was compared, the calligraphy won a piece of praise first.

Judging from the impression of Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi on Zhao Yu at this time, as well as Zhao Yu's limelight at this time, is it meaningful for Zhao Yu to write good or bad poems? Even if he loses the poetry competition in the end, then he is still the winner today!

Didn't you see that Yan Beichen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this time, and looked at Zhao Yu's eyes full of yin owls?

However, Yan Beichen is not convinced, today's comparison is poetry, not calligraphy, what if Zhao Yu writes beautifully? is still not comparable to him in poetry, and he still wants to suppress Zhao Yu today.

Hum!

With a cold snort in his heart, Yan Beichen moved his eyes to look at Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi, and was about to bring the appreciation of calligraphy back to the poetry competition.

However, before Yan Beichen could speak, someone helped him speak first!

Behind Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi, Ran Luoyou suddenly murmured:

"When it comes to the wind in April and May, it can also cover the waist ...... of the beauty"

"What beautiful waist?"

Wang Chaoping and Wang Jingzhi, who were smiling bitterly, were stunned, turned their heads and looked at Ran Luoyou suspiciously, but saw that Ran Luoyou's beautiful eyes were looking at the paper in Wang Jingzhi's hand stupidly.

"Oh, I just read calligraphy, but I haven't read poetry......"

Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi reacted immediately, and then remembered that they hadn't read the poem written by Zhao Yu seriously, so the two of them tilted their heads together and looked at the paper in their hands together.

Seeing this, Yue Donglai smiled bitterly, but he also leaned over at this time and re-read the poem.

"The lotus leaves under the lotus bridge are delicate, and the sticking waves do not hinder the painting of the boat; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of the beauty......"

Reading lightly, Wang Chao Ping and Wang Jingzhi looked at each other.

And Yue Donglai slapped his hands directly:

"Good! It's a 'can also cover the waist of a beauty', wonderful! ”

With a loud praise, Yue Donglai subconsciously looked at Ran Luoyou's thin waist beside him.

Ran Luo's eyebrows were shy, he lowered his head slightly, and a pair of jade hands were crossed around his waist, as if he wanted to block something.

That look, delicate but shy, a very mature temptation that is mature and ready to be picked and wants to refuse and welcome.

Looked at.

"Hahahaha! Poetry, beauty, beauty! What a wonderful event this poetry will be! ”

Looking at Ran Luoyou's delicate and shy appearance, Yue Donglai smiled, looking like a merry and famous man, and looked at Ran Luoyou unabashedly.

And the students on the other side also looked at Ran Luoyou's sudden maturity and shyness, and their mouths were dry.

"Tsk! is worthy of being a disciple taught by Master Han, this calligraphy is good, and the poem is also good! Sure enough, it didn't disappoint the old man! ”

Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi were serious, but they just glanced at Ran Luoyou and withdrew their gaze, and Wang Chaopin looked at Zhao Yu in amazement.

"Not bad! As soon as you read this poem, people involuntarily think of the scenery of the West Lake in their minds, and two or three sentences will depict the scenery outside the window at this time, and describe the next growth trend of the lotus, which is a masterpiece! ”

Wang Jingzhi nodded, moved his gaze from the paper in his hand unsatisfactorily, and commented on Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu hurriedly bowed down:

"The two gentlemen praised it falsely, and they deserved it in their later life!"

Zhao Yu is really ashamed, because he borrowed this poem from someone else, just to better fit the scenery of West Lake at this time, he changed it slightly.

Zhao Yu can't do this.

People can't be perfect, most of his previous time was spent on practicing martial arts, practicing calligraphy and learning the Four Books and Five Classics, but he was weak in composing poetry, so he could only borrow from later generations.

However, Zhao Yu's appearance, in the eyes of Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi, has become humble.

It's just that for Zhao Yu's humility at this time, Wang Chaoping didn't say anything more.

Zhao Yu's calligraphy is good, his poems are also good, and his performance downstairs was also excellent, but he has always maintained humility, which is very valuable for a teenager.

It's just that this one is not arrogant or impatient, and it will be better than many students!

Wang Chaopin and Wang Jingzhi nodded secretly to Zhao Yu in their hearts, and then the two didn't say more, and after whispering a few words to each other, Wang Chaopin stood up with two pieces of paper, and said aloud to the students:

"Ladies and gentlemen! The old man and Professor Wang think that the poems of Yan Beichen and Zhao Yu are the best, can you have any objections? ”