Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 43
"Not enough anger?" Yu Chengfeng snorted coldly when he heard Fang Yiai's comment, and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Do you know calligraphy?"

Seeing good words of persuasion, but being questioned and clamored by Yu Chengfeng, Fang Yi kindled a little anger in his heart, and replied coldly: "I have also created a thin gold body myself."

"Thin golden body! I've heard of it! It is said that even Prime Minister Fang admired it after seeing it!"

"I've seen it with my own eyes. The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the iron is drawn with a silver hook. In terms of calligraphy alone, it can be regarded as the best article in the world!"

"I heard that the rubbings on the powder wall of Chang'an Restaurant have already sold for 500 taels!"

Hearing the whispering discussions among the people, the old doctor, who was afraid to speak at the meeting, raised his head and smiled triumphantly, and said, "The rubbings are nothing. I still have an authentic piece of thin gold body hanging in my house!"

"what!"

"You, a poor man from the fifth rank, can afford to buy an authentic thin gold body?"

"Old man, you've had too much to drink. Go home and go to bed!"

As soon as the old doctor said this, everyone's attention was completely shifted to the thin gold body, and Yu Chengfeng, who was praised by everyone before, was immediately put aside.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the old doctor raised his head and drank a glass of water and wine, got up and said with his hands behind his back: "I heard that the plum blossoms are in the morning wind, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains. How can we become hundreds of billions, one tree and one plum blossom?"

"God, when did you become enlightened? You wrote this poem?"

"Hey, old man, have you taken the Shiquan Dabu Dan?"

"Good artistic conception! Absolutely! This poem is no worse than the poem about plums in Chang'an Winery!"

The old doctor recited a poem, and everyone in the room was shocked. The court officials present couldn't help re-examining this old master who was over seventy years old and dressed in simple clothes.

"Hmph!" Because the old doctor Tianhan drank a lot of water and wine, he couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard the praise from everyone, and said, "This is written by He Bangtou!"

After learning that the poems recited by the old doctor were written by He Zudao, everyone looked at Fang Yiai with astonishment in their eyes.

Seeing that Fang Yiai stole the limelight because of a small poem, Yu Chengfeng snorted coldly and said, "Hmph! It's just a poem about plum blossoms, it's nothing!"

Seeing Yu Chengfeng's arrogant attitude, Fang Yiai, who originally wanted to show some sympathy, changed his mind immediately, "Young Master Yu, the Han Li you wrote is ready. But the chisel is too strong, so that there is nothing between the lines. There is no anger at all. I hope you can correct it more."

Seeing that Fang Yiai pointed out the shortcomings in Yu Chengfeng's book, the civil servants who also saw the shortcomings nodded together, and comforted Yu Chengfeng with good words.

"Indeed, this couplet seems to be carved with an axe, a chisel, and a knife. It is full of lifelessness and lifeless!"

"That's right! Yu Yongxing's regular script can be said to be unique in the world. You should follow Naifu Haosheng to study regular script."

"That's right, although the Han Li has its unique features, your father's regular script has already integrated the essence of the two kings. It's better to abandon the Han Li and learn the regular script."

Yu Chengfeng usually thinks that the official script is invincible among his peers, but when he heard the words of several civil servants, he suddenly felt that his belief in the past 30 years had collapsed.

Furious, Yu Chengfeng yelled loudly: "My father is my father, and I am me! Han Li is my lifelong pursuit, and there is absolutely no possibility of giving up!"

Seeing that Yu Chengfeng's words were extreme, several civil servants who tried to persuade him shook their heads one after another, and then ignored this arrogant idiot with a false name.

Seeing that everyone was supporting Fang Yiai, Yu Chengfeng couldn't help but stare angrily, and said, "You were belittling him just now, saying that he has a false name. Why did you change your mind just now?"

"This"

As soon as Yu Chengfeng, who had a very low emotional intelligence, said this, the main hall was suddenly silent. The reason why everyone belittled Fang Yiai before was entirely because of the disagreement between the scholar-officials and the white literati, and the intention to make friends with Fang Xuanling and others through Yu Chengfeng. Yu Shinan, this is the situation where the conversation is one-sided.

At the moment, Yu Chengfeng's questioning, which was extremely angry and unscrupulous, obviously slapped everyone present.

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Yu Chengfeng didn't stop at all, and instead pointed to Fang Yi'ai and said, "You said that the thin golden body was created by you, but we have never seen your own handwriting, I suspect The skinny golden body is your false name!"

After finishing speaking, Yu Chengfeng put away the couplets he had written before, and immediately gave up the place in front of the book case, and said, "Today is Chen Guogong's birthday, why don't you write a couplet to prove your innocence?"

Because he agreed to Hou Balin's request before, Fang Yiai originally wanted to copy poems and lines as a congratulatory gift to Hou Junji. Seeing that Yu Chengfeng was asking for humiliation, he couldn't help but sneered, and said to everyone, "Okay." My lords, I am making a fool of myself."

Seeing that Fang Yiai wanted to write the thin gold body on the spot, everyone stepped forward one after another, wanting to see the elegance of the thin gold body.

Fang Yiai walked to the desk, picked up the Langhao pen, and thought about Hou Junji's identity as a military commander. He was slightly startled, and then he swiped the pen and wrote a poem on the rice paper.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hooks are bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars."

As soon as the four lines of five-character regulated poems came out, the originally silent main hall became noisy. Everyone looked at Fang Yiai's poems and began to whisper to each other.

"What a thin gold body, it really lives up to its reputation!"

"The poems are bold and bold, and the writing and calligraphy are excellent. It really is the top writing style of commoners!"

"Excellent, wonderful, this kind of calligraphy is probably nothing more than the reincarnation of the second king, right?"

Seeing that everyone was full of praise for Fang Yiai's poems, Yu Chengfeng snorted coldly and said with a grin, "Is it really that good?"

After everyone discussed, the corners of Fang Yiai's mouth rose slightly, and he continued to write the last four lines of the poem.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and leave nowhere for a thousand miles. Go away and hide your name and name."

Everyone was immersed in the momentum and scene depicted in the first four lines, when they suddenly saw the heroic and unrestrained last four lines of the poem, they couldn't help discussing again.

"Okay! Come on, this is the aura that generals have!"

"No, no, according to this old man, this description is like a hero."

"Not bad, and he is also a hero who can do both civil and military affairs!"

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Fang Yiai put down the Langhao brush in his hand, then walked slowly to Hou Junji, bowed and said: "I just wrote an impromptu essay, and I hope the Duke will accept it."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, Hou Junji quickly saluted Fang Yiai with fists, and then said three good words in succession.

"It's a blessing for Ba Lin to have a brother like No. [-]!" As he said, Hou Junji held up two wine lords, handed one of them to Fang Yiai, and then took the lead in taking out the wine lords in his hands. Drink all the water and wine in one gulp.

After drinking the water and wine, Fang Yiai chuckled lightly, and then said: "The young master is young and promising, and he has a heroic demeanor. It is an honor for me to get to know him."

As soon as Fang Yiai's words came out, the smile on Hou Junji's face became even wider. After all, what parent in the world doesn't like to hear people praise their son?

Taking advantage of the silent conversation between the two, a middle-aged man dressed as a civil servant walked up to Fang Yi'ai, cupped his hands and said, "First on the list, may I ask if the thin gold body is official script or regular script?"

"Although the thin gold body is created by me, it belongs to regular script."

After Fang Yiai finished speaking, a question came from the hall: "Excuse me, who is the best regular script in the world?"

"Er..." Seeing someone asking for advice, Fang Yiai groaned softly for a while, and said, "Three people are the most recommended for learning regular script in the world today."

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, the white-haired old man with a clear face who had been sitting beside Hou Junji, looking up and down Fang Yiai couldn't help asking, "Which three people are they?"

Reminiscent of Xue Ji, one of the "Four Great Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty", who had not yet been born, Fang Yiai cleared her throat, and said seriously: "Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang."

As soon as Fang Yiai said this, the old man nodded and smiled, "Oh? Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang? This is very fresh."

Hearing the old man's speech, everyone at the banquet looked in his direction. After seeing the old man's face, the crowd couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Seeing the old man whispering softly, Fang Yiai smiled and said, "If you look deeper, Chu Suiliang is slightly inferior to the first two."

"But Mr. Ouyang and Yu Yongxing, who is better in regular script?"

Faced with the questions from the banquet, Fang Yiai thought for a while, thinking that these two are both well-known scholars in Chang'an City, and it is inevitable that they will be refuted when they favor one another.

Having made up her mind, Fang Yiai immediately said, "Ouzhi and Yu are equal in intelligence."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai was afraid that someone would raise objections, and continued: "Ou Ruomeng will go deep, and the time may be unfavorable. Yu Ruo is a pedestrian who makes a good choice, and it is rare to miss a word. Yu has inner hardness and softness, while Ou has exposed muscles and bones."

"En." Hearing Fang Yiai's evaluation of Ouyang Xun's study, the old man nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

"However, from my point of view. A gentleman hides his treasures, and Yu is the best."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai saluted everyone, and then slowly returned to the banquet.

Hearing Fang Yiai's evaluation of Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan, the old man smiled loudly and said, "A gentleman's possession is best for Yu."

Seeing Fang Yiai praising Yu Shinan, Yu Chengfeng snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Hmph, I don't need you to curry favor with my father!"

"However, Ouyang's rate of calligraphy is actually the first among the three!"

As soon as Fang Yiai's words came out, everyone at the meeting discussed with each other, and even the smile on Yu Chengfeng's face froze instantly.

Reminiscing of how hard she had practiced European style in her previous life, Fang Yiai couldn't help feeling emotional, and then said: "Ouyang Ligeng's calligraphy is dangerous in the middle of the day, and it is most suitable for beginners to copy. Even I have also practiced hard in "European style" .”

"European body!"

"My God, He Bangshou actually respectfully called Ouyang's calligraphy "European Style"!"

Seeing that everyone was very surprised by the word "European style", Fang Yiai, an old writer, blushed, and then said: "My lords, don't be surprised, I will speak from the bottom of my heart next time. Even my thin gold body is worse than European style." I'm ashamed of myself!"

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, the old man smiled even more, then he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare to be a word of European style, and my little friend loves it."

Fang Yiai was taken aback by the old man's words, looking at the old man with a handsome face beside Hou Junji, Fang Yiai couldn't help being a little surprised, thinking to himself, could it be that he is Ouyang Shuengeng? !
(End of this chapter)