Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 285
"so close!"

Zhang Zhe dragged Jiang Xiaodi just now, and he used too much force for a while, his hands softened, and his palms were all wet.

"My dear brother, hehe, what did you think of at that moment?"

Jiang Shangyang raised his head and glanced at Zhang Zhe. He, who hadn't completely calmed down, actually spoke his mind for a moment.

"My little brother thought about the painting I made for Shuyi, but I haven't given it to her yet. At that time, I thought, if I really die, should I take this painting underground to remember, or keep it as a souvenir for her?"

"The one in the painting is Shuyi?"

"Exactly, uh, brother, you lied to me?"

Zhang Zhe let out a grin, and twisted Jiang Xiaodi up.

"Come on, tell me, when did you two meet again and draw this picture!?"

Jiang Shangyang blushed, and laughed along with him: "Brother, don't be annoyed, I just said a few words through the flower trees and pond in the garden. I definitely dare not meet Shuyi alone!"

Zhang Zhe was thinking whether to trust this kid, but immediately fell down again.

In this day and age, it's nothing for two people who are engaged to meet by chance in the garden. There is no need to worry about it when there are women and maids around.

Thinking back when "he" was young, when he met Meng Xiaowan, who was engaged to him, and boldly asked for her handkerchief, that was really outrageous.

Maybe it's time to find a time to secretly check whether Brother Jiang has any of the third sister's personal belongings!
The Liao family's status in the Southern Wu Kingdom is detached, and the Southern Wu envoys naturally cannot let Da Zheng take him away.I don't know what benefits the Southern Wu envoys promised, but the Honglu Temple soldiers who came from outside the gate finally let Liao Shenran go.

Several people from Southern Wu took Liao Shenran and hurried back to the posthouse.

In the third round, Zhang Xinzhi won again.

Jiang Shangyang's distress and Zhang Zhe's "curiosity" in Jiang's room made Zhang Zhe no longer impatient with the other party for a long time.

"Please come forward with masters who are second-hand in calligraphy." Zhang Zhe said that this time he will type two at a time. "Recording articles in calligraphy saves time and effort."

Qi Maogong stood up with a smile, without the slightest objection, and only answered Zhang Zhe with one word: "Good!"

"Cai Guozhuang Shou, I would like to ask for your advice!"

One is the No. [-] scholar of Hou Cai Lianzhong's Sanyuan, and the other is a well-educated scholar with the appearance of a great Confucian. Zhang Zhe's proposal has inadvertently expanded the opponent's advantage a lot.

After the combination of these two people, the effect achieved is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Seeing that Zhang Zhe didn't intend to ask a question, Qi Maogong nodded.

"Qi has lived in the north for a long time, and there is little rain in autumn. However, since autumn this year, watching the scenery of Chang'an, I got rain for three days, and I finally got a poem after more than ten days of thinking. The name is: "Chang'an Maple Rain Fu". I would like to invite Zhuang The pen and ink of longevity, come here to read the book, and use it as a resource for talking and laughing."

Qi Maogong said it politely, but no one took it seriously.

This person's articles have always been evaluated by several old Confucians. His empowerment is not good, how is it possible?

The pens, inks and papers used by Zhuang Shou are all the best in the world, I saw him sitting solemnly, a rue was lit on the desk, and the blue smoke was faint, this person seemed to have entered into a trance.

When Qi Maogong introduced the "Chang'an Fengyu Fu" slowly, Zhuang Shou took up his sleeve and picked up the pen, and the handwriting like clouds blossomed on the rice paper.

The words are very beautiful, and the Fu is also very beautiful.

Zhang Zhe didn't understand half of it, but judging from Qi Maogong's expression when reading, it should be an excellent article.

On the eighth floor, the old man closed his eyes and smiled faintly after listening.

"This Qi Maogong is a man with beauty in his stomach and the appearance of a great Confucian, but he is not pedantic. But he is not my Dazheng man."

San Fu was a little unconvinced: "Master, could this article be better than Zhang Xinzhi's "Ode to Efang Palace"?"

The old man suddenly smiled: "Hey, you said that Chao'er has been cautious all his life, but this time he actually asked for the "Fu from Efang Palace" in front of me, isn't it interesting?"

Sanfu lowered his head: "That's the eighth master who didn't know it was the real one, and it was originally written by you who lost to the servant."

The old man was happy: "If you have the ability, you can ask Lao Ba for it yourself. Is it possible that I still stop you?"

Seeing that the emperor didn't stop him, Sanfu was really moved, but then he thought about Mrs. Shentu's temperament, and finally he could only grit his teeth: Forget it, isn't Zhang Xinzhi in Beijing?If there is a chance to ask him to get another one, it is not much better than to see Mrs. Shentu's face.

Zhuang Shou put down the pen, waited for twenty breaths, and then gently picked up the work.He couldn't help nodding his head, this time the pen and handwriting were perfect.

"In three years, with Zhuang's ability, he will never be able to surpass today's work."

Zhuang Shou's exclamation made everyone full of curiosity about this work.

The steward of the commercial building asked someone to put the words on a wooden board, and walked carefully between the floors, so that everyone could see it.

Even Zhang Zhe had to admit that Zhuang Shou's handwriting was beautiful after reading it.

"Everyone's praises, if it weren't for Brother Qi's poignant talent, Shou Duan would not be able to enter the realm of the heart."

Zhuang Shou and Qi Maogong are very sincere in "commercial mutual bragging" with each other, and the atmosphere in the building has been slowly heightened to the extreme.The preconceived image and false and real evaluation made this work, which is about nine points, have an eleven-point status in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Zhe didn't care about the opponent's actions.

His main job is a calligraphy teacher, who has been a hobby for ten years and has been practicing for ten years.And after traveling to Dazheng, with an increasingly detached state of mind and the encounter with Sanyuan, his calligraphy level is also improving day by day.In other words, his characters have their own unique style.

Zhang Zhe is going to "produce" his most familiar character, Ouyang Xiu's "Autumn Sound Fu".

This is his favorite article, bar none.

Jiang Shangyang rubbed the ink for him.

I saw Zhang Zhe asked the maid to take a pot of wine, took a few sips, with a trace of alcohol, holding a pen and ink in one hand, and the other hand behind his back, when his wrist turned, lines of elegant handwriting appeared on the snow-white rice paper superior.

Jiang Shangyang knew this beautiful and lively font.

Gu Shuyi once told him that this is Zhang Zhe's unique "running script".The brush is like flowing water, the characters are elegant, and the size of the handwriting is uneven, but it seeks peace in the danger, especially the beauty of the characters swaying left and right, and the strokes that run through the top and bottom, the characters are picturesque, well-crafted and harmonious.

Zhang Zhe's running script is a variant of Mi Fu, which is his most confident calligraphy.

He has fought against the soldiers of the Six Kingdoms today, coupled with the stimulation of Liao Shenran's sword, at this moment he only felt an inexplicable qi surging in his chest, and he really couldn't vomit.

Jiang Shangyang was on the side, watching intently, seemingly intoxicated, reading while watching.

""Fu of Autumn Sounds", Zhe Fang read at night, heard the sound coming from the southwest, and listened to it in horror, saying: "It's strange! At the beginning, there was a rustle, and then it rushed and crashed, like a wave of night terror, and a sudden storm. The other When it touches something, the rattles and rattles clank, and the metal and iron sing; it is also like a soldier going to the enemy, running quickly with his guns in his arms, without hearing orders, but hearing the sound of people and horses. I said to a boy: What is this sound? You go out and see it. Boy Said: The stars and the moon are bright and clear, the bright river is in the sky, there is no sound anywhere, and the sound is among the trees."

(End of this chapter)