Three Kingdoms: I don’t want to fall in love in troubled times

Chapter 22 How difficult is it? (2)

After meeting Xu Jiashu that day, Cai Yan came to Taixue to hang out more often. Dong Bai often went to Cai Mansion to catch up, causing her to mutter that Sister Cai Yan had something to hide from her, but he asked her to come with him. Dong Bai refused. For her, going to a boring place like Taixue was no different from going to jail.

"It's pretty good." Cai Yan looked at Xu Jiashu's completed manuscript of "The Analects" with satisfaction. "If the late emperor was still here and saw your name, I don't know how much he would like it. I'm afraid I won't reward you as a minister of the Ministry of Education." Disaster."

"Hongdu School is about to fall down the tree and the hozens will scatter. This kind of thing will never happen again." Xu Jiashu smiled slightly and said to himself that Mao Hong, a gentleman who teaches [-]-point education, is still hiding in his home and dare not go out. .

"what a pity."

Cai Yan's words came from the bottom of his heart. The late Emperor Liu Hong was famous for his fondness for good calligraphy. With his love for calligraphy, Xu Jiashu's calligraphy will definitely spread quickly among scholars, just like the original eight-point calligraphy.

Calligraphy in the Han Dynasty has just emerged from the budding period from the Pre-Qin Dynasty to the Qin Dynasty. Marked by the emergence of official script, it has gradually acquired the aesthetic consciousness as an art. It is now in a period of exploration and contention among hundreds of schools of thought.

What Xu Jiashu brought out is a mature structure that has been perfected by countless calligraphers from the Tang, Five Dynasties and even the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Thousands of years of aesthetic evolution are condensed in his writing, creating an indescribable shock.

Cai Yan looked at it again and again, and felt that if she copied it, she would be confident that her writing would be better than Xu Jiashu's. But despite her talent, she couldn't figure out how to change the words to make them look better.

"You really don't have a teacher to teach you?" If he really said that Xu Jiashu came up with it himself, Cai Yan wouldn't believe it.

"Of course there are teachers," Xu Jiashu said in a matter-of-fact tone, and even asked in confusion, "Aren't you my teacher?"

Is this woman going to give up after all?

"Don't tell people that I taught you." Cai Yan curled his lips, "I just taught you something that everyone knows. I don't dare to take the credit."

Having said that, Cai Yan temporarily borrowed the manuscript and planned to show it to his father.

Cai Yong was in pain and happiness during this period.

Although the official position was just a small imperial eunuch offering wine and acting as an agent, he lived a pretty good life after he was resurrected. Not to mention that when he returned to Luoyang, all his enemies, the eunuchs, were also dead. It's time to show off your skills.

Now that the court is full of people and prosperous, he only needs to concentrate on completing his wish of compiling history. Anyway, at the age of 57 and without a son to protect him, he really can't find any reason to be obsessed with officialdom.

In fact, this period of time was indeed a rare and smooth time for Cai Yong in his official career.

However, a problem that has troubled both ancient and modern history writers also troubles Mr. Cai - how to record the current events?

If you switch to Zhihu, how would you evaluate Dong Zhuo’s recent actions?
You must know that "Dongguan Hanji" is a history book compiled by contemporary people for contemporary people. As the current editor-in-chief, in what form does Cai Yong want to record the history after the death of the late emperor, or at least give a qualitative , is a very tricky thing.

If according to the mainstream view, Dong Xiangguo is regarded as a beast who steals the country and seizes power.
Well, just think about it this way. Cai Yong didn't have nine heads.

But this was the case with Shilin's Qing Dynasty. Cai Yong couldn't help but not worry. Not to mention saying good things for Dong Zhuo, but even saying bad things in a slightly more subtle way, he might be ruined!

Both the left and right are wrong, so it’s better to hold off for now.

For this reason, Cai Yong's fishing behavior has become more and more intense recently - you can't be careless about compiling history, you must carefully consider every word, and you must not delete a word!
It’s definitely not because I’m deliberately delaying progress!
Moreover, he also has the job of acting as a wine-offering agent, so it is only natural that he attend more classes at Imperial College.

If necessary, he can also take out the repaired parts for verification and discussion. In addition, he has a wide range of interests, including music, astronomy, mathematics, and antiques, so he has no worries about killing time.

In short, during Cai Yong's lifetime, he had no intention of revising "Dongguan Han Ji" to the first year of Yonghan.

The merits and demerits of right and wrong can only be left to future generations to comment on.

Cai Jijiu picked up a flute, which was made from the No. 16 bamboo that Keting had dismantled when Jiangdong took refuge. He sighed with emotion: "I can finally live a better life."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Cai Yan's voice suddenly came, making the flute in his hand almost fall to the ground.

"A sin."

My daughter's appearance and temperament are all first-class, and her poetry and music are not inferior to any man's. It is this free and uninhibited temperament that is really worrying. She is better in front of outsiders, but her true colors are revealed when she returns home, which makes him long for peace and quiet. The old man dared not speak out when he was angry.

"Here it is, here it is!" With a standard fatherly smile, Cai Yong responded quickly, and then he saw his daughter jumping up and down and throwing a pile of unknown things to him.

"Look, my apprentice wrote it."

A little girl who hasn't even got haircut yet accepts her apprenticeship?

After all, she was the daughter of old age, the treasure of her heart. Cai Yong only dared to secretly sigh at the failure of his father.

"Whose young master are you trying to enlighten?" he asked jokingly, thinking that Cai Yan was just playing around with a child, and did not consider the possibility that his daughter had accepted a serious apprentice.

"Oh~ take a look first."

“good good”

It seemed like he was being coquettish, but it was actually a warning. Cai Yong quickly lowered his head and looked carefully.As soon as he glanced over, he pointed at the first line and said with a smile, "Isn't this just an introduction to learning calligraphy?"

"look."

Cai Yan held back something to say, with a mysterious expression on his face.

Cai Yongduo turned back a few pages and was immediately attracted.

"Which famous artist created this new calligraphy?" He suddenly raised his head and asked, then shook his head, "No, no."

He also created new calligraphy. The "Fei Bai" font was inspired by watching the Hongdu School painters paint the walls in his early years, but he couldn't think of anyone who could write such calligraphy.

The reason is very simple. New fonts are bound to evolve from old fonts, so no matter how they change, it is easy to see the roots of calligraphy from similar eras.

The question is, where are the roots of these words?
The square and rigorous structure is very similar to Cai Yong's most famous Han Li, but the details are also graceful and graceful, making it already a highly completed work.

Let's put it this way, even a master like Cai Yong who is proficient in many kinds of calligraphy would have a hard time finding fault with these exquisite frameworks and paradigms. This level of improvement is simply impossible to be accomplished by a single calligrapher.

It was as if we had just begun to survey the location and excavated the foundation. When we turned around, we saw that a large and exquisite building had already stood out of thin air not far away.

"Is this really written by your apprentice?"

"Will my own daughter lie to you?" Cai Yan smiled brightly, "Isn't this the first time I saw what the sage said about those who are born to know, so I came to report it to my father~"

After repeatedly confirming that his daughter saw these words written with her own eyes, Cai Yong held them as if he had found a treasure.

"I never thought that I, Uncle Cai, would be able to encounter another literary flourishing in my lifetime!" He turned to his daughter and said, "As soon as this book is published, Bafen Shu will be finished!"

Cai Yan was shocked when he heard such a high evaluation.

"But the person who wrote these words is just a boy from a poor family," she asked: "How can he spread it to the world if he couldn't even hold a pen a few days ago?"

The original Bafen calligraphy became popular all over the world because of Cai Yong's "Xiping Stone Classic". Xu Jiashu's current writing skills are obviously not up to the level of promoting new calligraphy.

Cai Yong waved his hand, not caring at all, "It doesn't matter, I will copy it for a while, come up with a perfect version, and then send it to the emperor."

Not long after the emperor ascended the throne, new calligraphy was presented to him. In any case, it was another beautiful story for scholars.

"Then you must remember to mention me as your apprentice," Cai Yan reminded.

"." Old man Cai couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't know what to say to his daughter, "I, Uncle Cai, need to steal other people's calligraphy?"

Cai Yong is just old, not rotten!

The old man raised the stack of paper and said, "He really wrote it himself. Not only will I not diminish his credit, I will also make him famous all over the world!"

(End of this chapter)