Happy Little Scholar

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Li Minghan would have a son like you." The surprise on Yan Zhang's face became even stronger, and he said with a click of his tongue.

When he arrived at Qing'an Mansion, the young man in front of him left a deep impression on him.

Not only because of his amazing attainments in calligraphy and painting, but after that day, driven by curiosity, I also learned more about him from the mouth of my old friend Dong Wenyun.

The author of the lectures handed down from generation to generation has unparalleled poetic talent. His sentence "falling in love with the upper floor" has made countless literati blush and reformed the method of torture. Of course, Yan Zhang himself still loves his running script the most. The three words on the plaque are copied day and night. , now it has full charm.

The last time I didn't ask Li Yi for advice because of my face. After returning to Beijing, I felt extremely regretful for my good face. A master is a teacher. Compared with the progress of calligraphy, what is face?

Meeting him again at Li's house was beyond Yan Zhang's expectation. He felt itchy and unbearable. When he caught a glimpse of the wine glass on the table, his eyes lit up. He poured some wine into it, used paper instead of writing, and put his fingers on the table. I wrote three words.

He looked up at Li Yi and asked, "How is it?"

Li Yi lowered his head and saw the three characters "Li County Lieutenant" that were still fresh on the table. They were written in a free and elegant way, with a hint of the calligraphy style of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy.

From these three words alone, it can be seen that the calligraphy of this Yan Shilang is already considered to be a masterpiece.

"So-so." Li Yi gave a very pertinent evaluation.

Wang Xizhi's reputation as a calligrapher is inseparable from decades of hard practice. After just copying three words for a few days, he can learn half of his charm. The description of "so-so" is already a great compliment. .

Of course Yan Zhang understood this. The more times he copied those three words, the clearer he became about the gap between him and the person who wrote them. He would not use age to measure whether the young man in front of him was qualified to say these words.

However, Yan Zhang understands that it does not mean that everyone understands.

"So-so? You are an arrogant young man. Although Yan Zhang's handwriting is not on the table, it is not something you can appreciate." A voice came from the side, and an elegant man looked at the handwriting on the table and said.

The elegant man clasped his hands behind his back and walked around the table, wondering: "Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Yan's calligraphy is getting better and better. Could it be that he stole another famous family's plaque and has been studying it these days?"

Yan Zhang looked displeased. What does it mean that his calligraphy cannot be shown on the stage? Although the guy opposite him comes from a scholarly family, the calligraphy master of the Zuo family is Mr. Zuo and not Zuo Qiu. Why should he be so proud?

"Zuo Shi's regular calligraphy is the best in Jingguo. Compared with his old man, Yan's handwriting is naturally not on the stage. Zuo Shaojian is the master of Zuo Shi's true calligraphy, and Yan's handwriting is naturally not as good as Zuo Shaojian." Yan Zhang retorted sarcastically.

He once received guidance from Zuo Qiu's father, who called him Zuo Shi.

His words were complimentary on the surface, but the hidden meaning was irony that the other party could only compete with his father, and he had no real talent or knowledge.

Although the two are family friends and usually have close friendships, they always make fun of each other when talking about the things they are both good at.

Zuo Qiu looked at it for a while with his hands behind his back. When the handwriting on the table became blurry, he nodded and said: "It's strange, it's strange. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have made such great progress. Could it be that you really got guidance from an expert, or did you Which famous post did you find?"

Yan Zhang twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. You keep saying that this young man is arrogant, why not compare yourself with this arrogant young man? You are also good at running calligraphy, so you wrote on this table with your fingers A few words, let’s see who is the arrogant one?”

Zuo Qiu shook his head and said: "Is it comparable to you, or to him? If people find out, they will definitely say that I, Zuo Qiu, bully the juniors."

"The "Xiping Stone Classic"." Yan Zhang looked at him and said: "After comparing, if you think yours is better, I will give you the "Xiping Stone Classic". If you lose, don't blame me for dismantling it tonight. The plaque of Zuofu."

Zuo Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up and he said unconvincingly: "Are you talking about the original post of "Xiping Stone Scripture"? This thing is indeed where you are."

"Xiping Stone Classic" is the masterpiece of Cai Yong, the creator of Feibai style in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The original poster is of great collection and research value. It would be a blessing to get it. As for Zuofu's plaque, he has not worried about it at all. His calligraphy attainment is not a great achievement, but it can also be described as a small achievement. How could he lose to a young student who is still in his infancy?

Even if he had been practicing since his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to beat himself.

"How about it, do you dare or not?" Yan Zhang looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Why don't you dare?" Zuo Qiu laughed and said, "It's rare for you to be so generous. How can I ruin Brother Yan's happiness?"

After saying that, he dipped his fingers into the wine, and in a moment, the four characters "Blessed as the East Sea" appeared on the table, flowing smoothly and without interruption.

Writing with your fingers dipped in wine can produce such an effect. Ordinary people may not be able to achieve this effect even with a brush. Zuo Qiu's calligraphy skills are evident.

"Hurry, it's your turn." Yan Zhang didn't even look at Zuo Qiu's writing, with a smile of success on his face. He was already planning in his heart how to remove Zuo's plaque at night, and hurriedly urged Li Yidao.

Zuo Qiu wants his "Xi Ping Stone Classic", which is simply a dream, and it would be almost the same if it were Mr. Zuo. Even if Mr. Zuo comes in person, Yan Zhang is 70% sure of winning.

Seeing Yan Zhang's expression, Zuo Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had an unpleasant feeling.

Yan Zhang is not a fool. The Xiping Stone Classics must be extremely important to him. How could he give it away for nothing?

Could it be that he is really sure of winning?

Turning his head to look at the young man again, Zuo Qiu shook his head and suppressed this unrealistic idea.

"Not interested." Li Yi glanced at the words on the table and shook his head.

What does the Xiping Stone Classics and the Zuo family's plaque have to do with him? This Minister Yan is really good at calculating. He is treating himself as a prop-----Are the two of them familiar with each other?

Removing someone's plaque is tantamount to slapping him in the face. This is a big grudge...

Yan Zhang's expression froze, and he hurriedly grabbed his arm and said, "I owe you a favor!"

Li Yi thought that he had owed him a favor when he robbed the plaque last time, and he didn't take it seriously. It is obvious that the favor of this Minister is not worth much.

However, Li Yi didn't want to be pestered by him, so he took some wine and scribbled two words on the table, ready to leave this place of trouble and let the two of them reminisce.

"Haha, is this what you rely on?"

Seeing the scribbled handwriting on the table, Zuo Qiu was stunned at first, then a smile appeared on his face, patted Yan Zhang's shoulder, and said: "Brother Yan, tomorrow morning, I will ask someone to go to your house to get the "Xiping Stone Classics."

Unexpectedly, Li Yi didn't give him face at all. Yan Zhang was a little anxious and grabbed his arm tightly, "Write seriously. If you win, you can make a request to me, as long as it's not excessive..."

"Stop, Yan Xiaoer, what are you doing!" Just as Yan Zhang was shaking Li Yi's arm, a delicate voice suddenly came from not far away.