first minister

Chapter 13
The more than a dozen pieces of characters, the more Mr. Yun looked at them, the less interested they became.

Feng Xiuyun cleverly arranged them according to fame, so that the lower the characters, the more gaps there are in grades.

If Mr. Yun hadn't loved his daughter deeply, he was unwilling to turn a good thing into a bad one, and he would have offended this courteous female official too much, so he would have offered tea to see off the guests directly, but fortunately, he had to be patient and plan to finish it.

Uncovering the penultimate piece of paper written with full of ingenuity, he was about to take a symbolic glance at the last one, then said a few words to Feng Xiuyun, and then sent her out.

He is infatuated with calligraphy. After his daughter entered the palace, she had more opportunities to get in touch with calligraphy by famous masters, and she has already accumulated extremely good taste and knowledge. It can be said that the calligraphy of famous masters in the dynasty has been collected, but most of them have definitely been seen.

But the word in front of him has a novel technique and is different from the current popular poses.

"what?"

He couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, and looked carefully.

Take a closer look, it's amazing!
I thought it was a strange and innovative work of a certain master, but found that the words in the words already have their own style, and it is by no means a random creation.

These ten characters are well-balanced, thin and hard, and between one dot and one stroke, they are crisp and straight, with strong bones and tight structure.

Although the strokes are still a little jerky, it is presumably because the technique is not yet familiar.

He can almost conclude that this is definitely done by a famous calligrapher who has brought forth the old and brought forth the new!
Compared with this picture, the words of Feng Qingtian and Qian Ziyou suddenly become worthless.

Because, this is a pioneering work, and it is different from those who are still circled in the frame set by the predecessors!
The first time, and the countless times after the first time, there is a world of difference!
Even in a certain sense, the picture in front of him is already enough to be directly squeezed into a very important position in his massive collection!

Beside him, Su Shidao, a professor of state studies, was also staring at the paper in front of him intently.

Among the many things he has learned, his study of calligraphy is not too deep, but this is not too deep compared to his attainments in Confucian classics, which is far beyond that of ordinary people.

He cooperated with Mr. Yun's comment earlier, although it was a little harsh, but it did have something to say, and it was not a deliberate belittling.

In his opinion, in these words, in terms of technical level alone, it is really the eyes of the old man in the first two pictures, and in terms of the author's character and integrity, only Feng Qingtian's.

But Mr. Yun didn't like that picture, so he could only feel sorry for this enthusiastic female official.

When he read the last page with the attitude of going through the motions, his gaze suddenly stopped.

"what?"

Boy, here's what's left of the bottom of the box!
He didn't have a deep understanding of calligraphy genres and innovations, but he could clearly see that these characters are unique, mature skills, and self-contained.

Moreover, what attracted his attention the most were those two sentences themselves.

【Nung, moon and new moon】

There is no gorgeous rhetoric, no impassioned emotional outburst, but it hits the deepest emotion in people's heart in a simple and plain way.

At this moment, he thought of his friends in a foreign land and his relatives in his hometown;
I remembered the shy smile of the girl in the wash clothes who looked like a willow at the back of the academy when I was studying;

I thought of the bright and bold eyes of the bulging woman I met during my study tour;

How are you today?

Are you thousands of miles away looking at the same moonlight with me?
Old Master Yun and Su Shidao fell into silence where they were imagining each other, but Feng Xiuyun who was on the side suddenly raised her head after two surprises, and looked at the silent two with a surprised expression on her face.

Isn't this last copy the one written by Xia Jingyun?

Could it be that the works of so many famous masters were not appreciated before, so this painting can still be done?
She thought of Xia Jingyun's handsome but still young face, could his handwriting really be appreciated by Mr. Yun?Can I really send this picture?

Her expression was complicated, with a bit of apprehension in surprise, and a trace of worry in anticipation. She stood on tiptoe slightly, nervously waiting for the verdict.

"Brother Kang Le, what do you think?"

Reminiscing about when he was a flirtatious boy, the great Confucianism Su Shidao recovered and smiled.

Mr. Yun was still immersed in the refreshing technique of the calligraphy in front of him, and couldn't extricate himself from it. He sighed: "I don't stick to the routine, I have a style of my own, strong and powerful, and the strokes are clear. The calligraphy is open and straight. Top grade, oh no, wonderful grade! Peerless grade!"

Hearing these words, Feng Xiuyun felt as if something had hit the softness deep in her body all of a sudden, her whole body was so excited that her face was flushed with excitement in an instant.

"Hahahaha, Brother Kang Le, don't just read the words! Look at these two lines of poetry." Su Shidao twirled his beard and smiled lightly.

"Oh?" Old Master Yun raised his eyebrows, and then gradually fell silent.

【Nung, moon and new moon】

Although he is now very prosperous and wealthy, his mansion is full of people, and all the officials in the huge Surabaya Prefecture have to greet him with a smile, but his wife is gone, his eldest son died young, and although his second daughter is already the most wealthy in the world, she lives in a deep palace, and her father and daughter are separated by thousands of miles.

Every year when the moon is full and the moon is full, I can only sigh at the moon alone and send my thoughts from afar.

He let out a long sigh, put down the paper, and looked up at Feng Xiuyun, "Boss Feng, you have a heart. I will accept this calligraphy. I will definitely explain your intentions to my empress in detail."

Feng Xiuyun was overjoyed, and quickly thanked, "Thank you, old lady, for your kindness, it is our duty as slaves to win your favor and share your worries."

"En." Old Master Yun nodded slightly, thought for a while, and took a jade wrench from his hand, "This is my carry-on, you can take it."

Feng Xiuyun quietly clenched her toes, and her whole body trembled. This thing might be her other life at critical moments in the future, but she pinched her palm fiercely, forced herself to maintain a trace of clarity, and said in panic: "This thing is too precious, and this servant dare not take it without permission."

"That's true." Old Master Yun also reacted, feeling a little awkward for a while.

Seeing that Mr. Yun put the wrench back again, Feng Xiuyun couldn't help but feel a burst of deep regret. If he had known earlier, he should have ignored it and taken it.

At this time, Su Shidao spoke at the right time, "Master Feng, I have something to ask."

"Please speak."

"Who wrote this calligraphy and this poem?"

Xia Jingyun helped him accomplish something, and Feng Xiuyun didn't intend to hide it, "Returning to the professor, this is a book written by a young man in Jiang'an City. I saw his handwriting is good, so I made a special trip to ask for it. These two poems should also be his own thoughts."

Su Shidao's eyes instantly became anxious, "What? Young man?"

Old Master Yun also raised his eyebrows in surprise, why is there such an outstanding young man in Jiang'an City?
What kind of young people can form a school of their own and write such good characters?

Feng Xiuyun was taken aback by the urgent eyes of the two of them. When she first arrived in Jiang'an County, she met a prodigal with short eyes, and the eyes she looked at her were similar to this.

"Yes, it should be the age that has just reached the crown."

Su Shidao immediately turned his head to look at Mr. Yun when he heard the words, didn't you say that Jiang Ancheng has no talents?
Mr. Yun panicked for no reason, and immediately realized why I was panicking, and I didn't know about it, so I asked, "What is this person's name, and where does he live?"

"This person's name is Xia Jingyun. He was originally a laborer in a labor camp outside the city. Because of his good advice, he was exempted from hard labor by the county magistrate Zhao. Now his family lives in Nantian Lane in the city."

labor?

While "clearing the suspicion", Mr. Yun also showed doubts, and looked at Su Shidao who was equally surprised.

Then, he restrained his emotions and hummed lightly, "I didn't expect there to be such a person in this city. Mr. Feng, you have made up your mind about this matter, thank you for your hard work."

Feng Xiuyun tactfully bowed and said goodbye.

After she left, Old Master Yun looked at Su Shidao and said with a smile, "Go and see?"

Su Shidao Nianxu nodded, "Go and have a look, go now, if you are really talented, I will accept him as a disciple!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yun stared, "Why do you accept him as a disciple, and I will accept him as a disciple!"

Su Shidao's hands froze, and he tore off a beard, "Brother Kang Le, what kind of disciple are you taking?"

Old Master Yun said indifferently: "Why can't I accept it? Everyone knows that I am infatuated with writing. It is rare to meet such a talented person. I am willing to teach him everything I have learned in my life, and take care of him to become a generation of masters in the future."

Then you are the mentor of a generation of everyone, don’t you want to be ashamed? Su Shidao slandered, "They still use you to teach! Brother Kang Le, didn’t you say that you don’t admire fame and fortune, are you a wild crane?"

"Aren't you the same? Beautiful jade is hard to come by!" Old Master Yun said with a smile, "Brother Zicheng, you look so distraught that it doesn't fit your status as a Confucian of the generation. Pay attention, a gentleman nourishes his spirit!"

"I raise a fart!"

The guard standing far outside the door looked in in surprise. It was fine just now, but it seemed that there was an argument.

(End of this chapter)