Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 94 Why is the gap so big?

Seeing that night began to fall, the curfew in Chang'an City began soon.

At this time, Ouyang Xun suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about the matter of coming to see Qin Xiedao today.

However, he is obsessed with calligraphy, so he doesn't care whether Xiedao has just had an operation or whether he is tired.

I saw that Ouyang Xun, who suddenly thought of something serious, was not in the mood to thank Lin Mao's situation. Instead, he stepped forward and held Qin Xiedao's hand, which shocked Qin Xiedao greatly.

Uncle, can you stop holding hands every now and then?
"Mr. Ouyang, what advice do you have?"

Qin Xiedao pulled out his hands calmly.

"You wrote that poem yesterday?"

Ouyang Xun didn't care about Qin Xiedao's reaction, and spoke at his own pace.

"Yes!"

"You also drew that painting?"

"That's right!"

"So you wrote the words?"

"Of course."

"Great, can you go to the study and write it again for me to see?"

Qin Xie said: ...

What does it mean?
Don't trust your calligraphy?

However, seeing that Ouyang Xun was one of the four great masters in the early Tang Dynasty, and now he has opinions that he is 70 years old, Qin Xiedao didn't care too much about it.

He knew that if he didn't solve the doubts in his mind today, he wouldn't be able to live in peace.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken. "

You need to be famous as early as possible, anyway, you have already written your first poem, so you don't have to be embarrassed to write a second poem.

In Qin Xiedao's study room, looking at the font in front of him that was exactly the same as yesterday, and reading the poems that made people's blood boil, Ouyang Xun felt that he was decades younger all of a sudden.

"Okay! Very good! Very good! Qin Dalang, the title of the number one talented scholar in Chang'an City, the old man thinks you are worthy of the name.

Yesterday, many people expressed doubts about the poem you wrote. If anyone dares to question it in the future, I will be the first to disagree. "

The excitement on Ouyang Xun's face was not fake at all.

This actually made Qin Xiedao a little embarrassed.

Is this forceful, is it a bit too much?
"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't break through Loulan, you will never return it. Could this be the reason why Qin Dalang insisted on guarding the Xuanwu Gate and didn't want to go in and work in the lower province of the gate?"

Li Shimin wanted Qin Xiedao to work in Menxia province, and Kong Yingda knew about this.

Although Datang did not have a particularly obvious emphasis on literature over martial arts.

But for officials of the same level, the status of civil servants must be higher than that of military officials.

In his opinion, if Qin Xiedao can continue the opportunity that Li Shimin valued and enter the province to work, his future is really limitless.

But he chose to continue to stay at Xuanwumen as a captain.

For such a purely military position, in order to gain appreciation, one must have military merits.

And to make military achievements, nine out of ten have to rely on fighting on the battlefield.

To put it bluntly, I want that life to fight hard in exchange for credit.

In Kong Yingda's view, this situation is obviously not a good choice.

"Qin Dalang, this font looks a little familiar at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is actually a font that has never appeared before. Who did you write it for?"

Before Qin Xiedao could answer Kong Yingda's question, Ouyang Xun couldn't wait to continue his question.

Although this poem is also shocking, Ouyang Xun pays more attention to calligraphy.

"This is what I was thinking about when I was free. What does Mr. Ouyang think?"

Looking at Qin Xiedao's calm expression.

Ouyang Xun was suddenly in a bad mood.

At such a young age, after thinking about it for a while, you created such a unique font?

Doesn't this mean that I have lived for 70 years, all in vain?

As a well-known calligrapher in Chang'an City, although Ouyang Xun's calligraphy is also unique, it has not yet reached the point of establishing a school.

But Qin Xiedao's font is very different.

The well-informed Ouyang Xun has never seen it before, so this font is really new.

Even this font was really created by Qin Xiedao himself.

"The old man thinks this font is very special, and the more you look at it, the more attractive it is. Qin Dalang, can you help me with some copybooks, I want to take them back to the students of the Imperial College to study hard."

Kong Yingda also turned his attention to the font at this time.

Although his calligraphy is incomparable with Ouyang Xun's.

But few people who can become a generation of great Confucians have poor calligraphy.

He must have the minimum appreciation ability.

"No problem! I will personally send it to the Imperial College in a while."

For the highest educational institutions and schools in this era, Qin Xiedao was somewhat curious about the Imperial College.

Kong Yingda took the initiative to make himself famous, and Qin Xiedao naturally would not refuse.

"The curfew is coming soon, I'm here today, can I give this poem to the old man/"

As soon as Ouyang Xun said this, Kong Yingda regretted it.

Why didn't I speak first?
Such a poem that is destined to last forever was born, and with the unique font, if it is placed at home, it may be used as a family heirloom.

"Xinben, yesterday's poem and painting are still in your hands, can you give me today's one?"

Seeing that Qin Xiedao seemed about to agree, Kong Yingda quickly interjected.

"Zhong Mi, you are interested in Confucian classics, calligraphy and so on. Don't you always think that it is just a tool? This calligraphy is a tool for you, but it is the favorite of my life for me.

What you call taking people is probably not the work of a gentleman. "

How could Ouyang Xun give this poem to Kong Yingda?
Today is Li Shimin in front of him, he has to find a way to take this poem as his own.

Unless Qin Xiedao himself refused to give it away.

"When this poem is in your hands, it will eventually become a collection in your secret room. From now on, outsiders probably will never have the chance to appreciate it.

But if it is in my hands, it will become the object of copying by the students of the Imperial College, and it will become a good thing to promote Qin Dalang's calligraphy. "

Kong Yingda is also an old fritters.

How could he be easily persuaded by Ouyang Xun?

"Who said I'm going to put this poem in a secret room? After I go back, I'll frame it and put it in the lobby of my house."

Ouyang Xun couldn't help but blush when Kong Yingda said something to his heart.

However, he soon found a countermeasure.

Anyway, as long as the poems are in my hands, there is no problem in how to deal with them.

Wang Zijian on the side looked at Kong Yingda and Ouyang Xun who were arguing over a poem written by Qin Xiedao, and suddenly felt that he was inexplicably hurt.

Why is there such a big gap when everyone is young?

(End of this chapter)