Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 195
Zhang Wen never thought that "He Zudao" would be so vicious and flattering, so that he could study ink for him!
Looking at Fang Yiai, the corners of Zhang Wen's mouth twitched again and again, the smug expression on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by anger and resentment.

"What a shame, sinister villain! How could you insult me ​​like this!"

After greeting the ancestor of "He Zudao" from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Wen, who cherished his face, suddenly fell into a quagmire. Just now he was lured by Fang Yiai to say big things. If he categorically refuses at this moment, I am afraid that the only prestige in the test circle will be lost. Will it go away?
Seeing Zhang Wen's troubled expression, Fang Yiai chuckled, cupped his hands and asked modestly: "Brother Zhang Nian, is it possible that you don't want to help?"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai looked around, her behavior was self-evident.

Before Zhang Wen faced Fang Yi'ai's request for help, he put on an air of righteousness. Everyone at the scene saw this scene. Although they knew that this was "He Zudao"'s deliberate teasing, they did not mind watching the excitement. Thought about the matter, none of the interviewees spoke up for Zhang Wen.

Seeing Fang Yiai's repeated persecution, the narrow-minded Zhang Wen finally tasted the consequences. It was not right to stand still and refuse, and it was not right to agree. The situation was extremely embarrassing, "This..."

Just as Zhang Wen was thinking about how to politely refuse Fang Yiai's request without losing face, a urging sound suddenly sounded from the second floor.

"I said Zhang Jieyuan, Jie Yuanlang! Hurry up, everyone is still waiting to see the calligraphy that is at the top of the list!"

The person who spoke was none other than the pig teammate of the Imperial College who thought he was clever and spread the word about He Zudao's poem. But this time his title has been successfully taken away, and he finally helped Fang Yiai.

After being urged, the testers' love for poetry was immediately hooked, and they urged Zhang Wen one after another, just waiting to read Fang Yiai's next poem.

"He Bangshou wrote a poem every time he tasted a cup of wine. There are still five cups of water and wine left on the wine plate, Zhang Jieyuan should study ink quickly!"

"Yeah, talent and inspiration are fleeting, so don't delay the talent of the leader of the list!"

"Zhang Jieyuan, I think you are also a scholar who is highly respected by my generation, why are you so narrow-minded?"

Hearing the complaints from the crowd, Zhang Wen was so anxious that he had no choice but to nod and agree to Fang Yiai's request.

After responding to Fang Yiai's request to make things difficult for him, Zhang Wen felt that he had lost face in front of everyone, and instead imitated Fang Yiai's previous behavior of giving examples of people from the Three Kingdoms in the private room, randomly picked a deed of a sage, and loudly publicized it "Okay, so I will study ink for the top of the list. In ancient times, King Wen of Zhou drove to visit Jiang Shang, so why should I study ink today?"

Hearing Zhang Wen's words, Du Ruhui and Xie Zhongju frowned, but Fang Yiai sneered secretly.

Waiting for everyone to come back to their senses, the Wufeng Building was full of hisses, and most of the eyes looking at Zhang Wen showed contempt and incomprehension.

"You compare yourself to King Wen of Zhou? Are you kidding me?"

"He actually compares himself to King Wen of Zhou! Who is King Wen of Zhou, and who are you! Yelang is arrogant, really Yelang is arrogant!"

"Wen Wang and Jiang Shang are monarchs and ministers. You and He Bangshou are peers. This analogy is really inappropriate, very inappropriate!"

Zhang Wen didn't expect that his words of looking for a place would arouse public outrage. In desperation, he quickly changed the subject and called for Xiao Er to fetch the ink note.

After a while, Xiao Er pierced through the crowd with white silk and ink sticks in his hand, and after some intense maneuvering, he managed to reach Fang Yiai.

Handing the white silk to the buddy in the same company, Xiaoer smiled and handed the ink stick to Zhang Wen.

Looking at the black ink stick in his hand, Zhang Wensheng had the intention of swallowing Fang Yi'ai, suppressing his unhappiness, and said in his stomach, "Why is the number one on the list, please."

The two came to the center of the second floor in unison, and Xiaoer took up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone courteously, and handed it to Zhang Wen, but waited for Xie Yuanlang to study the ink.

Looking around, seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhang Wen broke his mouth silently, then picked up the water bowl, and poured a few drops of water into the inkstone.

In ancient times, due to the inconvenience of storage, most ink sticks were made by adding water to ink sticks. Because the ink sticks are hard, grinding them into fine toner powders of the same size takes a lot of work. Not only must the speed be balanced, but also the strength of the hand must be paid attention to. If you were an ordinary person, you really wouldn't be able to develop good ink.

However, Zhang Wen has been sitting in the study all year round, and it is not difficult for him to study ink, but because of his unhappiness, it is inevitable that he will be a little slack when grinding.

Seeing that Fang Yiai forced Xie Yuan to grind, Du Ruhui smiled wryly, and his heart became more determined to teach Fang Yiai.

And a group of literati who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, saw that Zhang Wen really started grinding, and they couldn't help talking about it.

"The poem on the top of the list, Xie Yuan and Mo Mo, if you want to spread it, it will be a good story!"

"He Bangshou tasted wine and inscribed poems today, a cup of wine and a poem, his talent is unmatched by anyone in the world today!"

"I see that the face of the top drinker looks drunk. Could it be that this drinking can also inspire inspiration?"

While everyone was muttering, Zhang Wen had finished grinding the ink, put down the ink stick, Zhang Wen blew on the toner on his fingertips, and the displeasure in his eyes was beyond words.

"Number one, now that the ink has been researched, can we start writing?" Feeling uneasy, Zhang Wen had an idea, picked out a brush pen from the pen holder, and handed it to Fang Yiai with a smirk.

The thin gold body has clear edges and corners, and the strokes are thin and hard. It is really excellent to write with Langhao, and you can also write with Jianhao, but it is indeed somewhat inconvenient to grasp the stroke when using soft Yanghao.

Seeing Zhang Wen handing over the brush with a smirk on his face, Fang Yiai immediately saw through his little trick, and sneered secretly: "This kid knows calligraphy quite well, and wants me to make a fool of myself with the brush? Tsk, this son-in-law is not just Can write thin gold, but I have learned regular script for several years!"

Fang Yi'ai took the pen from Zhang Wen with a normal expression, lightly dipped it in ink, and made up her mind to write regular script.

Seeing that "He Zudao" really got the trick, Zhang Wen chuckled happily, and leaned over to Fang Yiai's side, wanting to see how he made a fool of himself at close range, so that he could make a loud noise later, to get rid of the sulk in his heart!
Full of ink, seeing that Zhang Wen had no intention of leaving, Fang Yiai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pretending to look at the tip of the brush, plucked out a hair, looked down for a few times, and then flicked his fingers, brushing the ink-soaked hair It hit Zhang Wen's right eye.

Zhang Wenzheng was secretly pleased with his superb tricks, and was caught off guard when Fang Yiai flicked his fingers suddenly, but it was too late to close his eyes.

The pen fell on Zhang Wen's eyelids, and the ink in it gradually entered his eyes. Zhang Wen felt his eyes sore, and then a line of bitter tears gushed out.

"Ouch! My eyes!"

After eating at Fang Yiai's place, Zhang Wen quickly backed away, rubbing his eyes and yelling loudly, obviously intending to make everyone present give him justice.

Looking at Zhang Wen, who was covering his eyes and screaming, everyone burst into laughter. No one dared to offend the leader of "One Cup of Wine, One Poem".

"Zhang Jieyuan, could it be that he has an eye disease?"

"Oh, didn't Zhang Jieyuan's eyes filled with tears when he was touched by He Bang's first poem?"

"Zhang Jieyuan, what do you mean?"

Faced with everyone's knowingly asking questions, Zhang Wen didn't understand, pointed to his eyes and said: "Why do you think he flicked ink in my eyes!"

"Where is it? We haven't seen it before!"

"Yeah, we haven't seen it before!"

"Yes, we have never seen it!"

Hearing everyone's response, Zhang Wenqi's seven orifices burst into flames, and he stretched out his hand to fiddle with it, and then took out the brush from his eyes.

Walking up to the crowd with a brush in his hand, Zhang Wen asked angrily, "What is this, what is this!"

At present, "He Zudao" people's attitudes are one-sided, and no one wants to disturb He's top poems and poems just because of a penny.

"Huh? Let me take a look, let me take a look."

A member of the Imperial College came up to Zhang Wen, reached out to take the brush, stared left and right, and then made a move that almost killed Zhang Wen.

"Pfft, it flew! Nothing at all!"

After finishing speaking, the Imperial College student shrugged his shoulders at Zhang Wen, and then retreated into the crowd, completing the mission of his three good teammates.

Zhang Wen angrily pointed at the smiling testers, and scolded in a cold voice: "You...you are unreasonable!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wen, who was ashamed and indignant, flicked his sleeves, rushed into the crowd, and rushed out of Wufeng Tower angrily.

Before he could walk for a long time, there was a scream, and the poor Zhang Jieyuan, who was in a rage, took a bite and literally rolled down the stairs.

At the same time, an old man and a young man in green and red robes entered the Wufeng Building one after another, and happened to bump into Xie Yuan and Zhang Wen who fell down the stairs.

"Ah, this is Flying Out of the Sky... a pig?"

Seeing Zhang Wen's face was covered with bruises, the girl in green chuckled lightly, then her thoughts seemed to be touched by the past, and she couldn't help but looked towards the northwest.

(End of this chapter)