Three Kingdoms: Divine Choice

Wang Xuan wrote a poem here, and Ruan Yu was not to be outdone, and said with a smile: "Today's sky is clear, and I will also give ugly time in the next day." "

He walked to the desk and pondered carefully, and after a long time, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he already had a draft.

"History of Yong": Mistakenly killed Qin Mugong, and his body was not from Sanliang. If the loyalists do not disobey orders, they will die with their bodies. Bow your head and look up at the sun and moonlight.........

Ruan Yu studied under Cai Yong, the font calligraphy is also flying white body, quite excellent, after a poem came out, Cai Yong carefully read it, quite regretful: "Yuan Yu's poem is also good, but compared with Wang Xuan, it is a little bit worse." "

Ma Riyan thought for a while, and also nodded: "Bo Qiao's words are reasonable. "

As soon as the two spoke, this poem was also fixed.

Yang Xiu is also a calligrapher, but compared with Wang Xuan and Ruan Yu, the difference is not a problem of one or two streets.

He picked up his glass and said with a smile: "Compared with the two Magi, I am too far behind, and I will punish myself with a glass." "

After he finished drinking, Cai Yan looked at Su Yan and said with a smile: "~ General, it's your turn!"

"Ah, what's wrong with me?"

Su Yan blinked and said, "Didn't I say before, I can—not use it as poetry?"

Cai Yan smiled and said, "Wang Xuan and Ruan Yu have done it, so you can also make one." "

Cai Yong smiled slightly and said, "Su Che rides, the old man will wait and see." "

Wang Yun looked at the excitement, thought for a while, and said, "Ziyang, if you really don't want to compose poetry, then it's like Dezu, punish yourself for a drink." Wang Jing and Ruan Yu are both talented people, you are not in any state today, it is normal to not win. "

The words seem to be to solve the siege, but they are actually agitating.

Su Yan secretly despised it in his heart.

Wang Yun, this old fox, is not well!

Su Yan turned his gaze and saw Wang Xuan's gaze, and there was a sneer in his heart. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Since Mr. Cai said so, then I will reluctantly give it a try." "

Su Yan walked to the desk and thought carefully.

Wang Xuan and Ruan Yu's poems are mainly based on the history of Yong, in addition, they must have a certain connotation and artistic conception.

Such a poem would be difficult to scrape out for a while, so Su Yan had to sink his heart, sit down and study the ink slowly, and then think.

Time passed, and after a while, a quarter of an hour slipped away from his fingertips, and Su Yan slowly studied the ink, still not in a hurry.

However, when Cai Yan on the side saw this, he regretted it in his heart.

Su Yan did not make a verse for so long, which caused him to ride the tiger, which was caused by her.

Originally wanted to see Su Yan's talent, who thought that he was not in a state today, and as a result, Su Yan lost face, which was not Cai Yan's intention.

Wang Yun, Cai Yong, Ma Ripeng and others couldn't help sighing when they saw that Su Yan had not made a poem.

Maybe Su Yan is really not in the state today, so he can't make any good poems, everyone secretly comforted in their hearts.

After all, writing poetry also depends on the state of mood, not anytime, anywhere, you can make it if you want to.

Wang Xuan looked proud, and said proudly: "General, it's been a quarter of an hour!"

"Noisy!"

Su Yanyanmo's hand kept stopping, and he drank in a low voice.

It's not loud, but it's harsh.

He didn't even raise his head, which stimulated Wang Xuan even more.

This scene made Wang Xuan almost angry. , he also had to suppress the anger in his heart.

Wang Xuan thought to himself: "You are arrogant, you continue to be arrogant, you can't do poetry, or you don't do it well, then there will be you who will lose face, the longer the time drags on, the more you can show your incompetence." "

Wang Xuan gritted his teeth with hatred, and his expression was very cold.

Su Yan thought about the time close to a cup of tea, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

In his heart, he already had an idea.

Su Yan sat next to the desk, adjusted his sitting posture, picked up his robe, and lifted the brush. The posture of holding his pen appeared, which instantly made Cai Yong's eyes shine.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one. Among all the people present, the person with the best calligraphy was Cai Yong, and when he saw Su Yan's posture of holding the pen, he was surprised in his heart, knowing that the person in front of him was probably not simple.

Su Yan dipped in ink and waved his pen.

The two powerful brush characters of "Yong Shi" were presented, and the audience was already full of exclamations.

Cai Yan's eyes widened, looking incredulous.

After the title, Su Yan continued to write.

Life is a masterpiece, death is also a ghost.

So far, I think about Xiang Yu.

Refusing to cross the Koto.

After writing a poem, Su Yan added another sentence: "When all the princes gathered at the Tiger Prison Pass, and the momentum was at its peak, the Yuan clan suddenly withdrew from the army, so that the alliance collapsed, so I felt it. "

In a short sentence, it is only about the collapse of the alliance, and there is no following words, but it is a matter of speech.

This poem is Li Qingzhao's "Summer Sentences", Wang Xuan and Ruan Yu both begin with Yongshi, but Su Yan changed the name of the poem and became a simple 'Yongshi'.

·· 0 Ask for flowers...

In addition, Su Yan also made a simple gaze on the understanding of the verse.

Cai Yong stared at this word, read this poem, his eyes shone with an incredible expression.

Su Yan's words are not the first time to appear, but this era is not the era of the development of the Internet in later generations, and after a small thing happens, future generations can spread throughout the country in an instant and become known to everyone.

In this era, after a major event happens, it takes a long time to spread.

Su Yan sat in Nanpi County and wrote 'Su Yan came here', and wrote a few more words in Jizhou, but it has not yet been completely spread.

Even Wang Yun, Cai Yong and others did not know that his writing was so good.

................ 0

In front of everyone, Su Yan's handwriting was displayed, shocking everyone.

The vigor of the character is fully displayed, and a calligraphy that is completely different from this era jumps on the paper.

Cai Yong praised: "This handwriting should be a generation of grandmasters!"

Cai Yan looked at Su Yan in surprise, his eyes were already starry, full of adoration.

I thought that Su Yan couldn't do it, but I didn't expect it to be a blockbuster.

Wang Xuan's face turned pale and he clenched his fists.

Ma Riyan stroked his beard under his chin and nodded: "I have read the group books, know all kinds of fonts, I have never seen such a font, this character is different from the current font, unique, a stroke of force through the back of the paper, strong and powerful, breathtaking!"

"This painting can be called everyone's work!"

Yang Biao pinched his beard and couldn't help nodding in admiration.

Cai Yong was very happy in his heart, and he looked at Su Yan and saluted: "Su Cheqi, your old man likes this painting very much, I wonder if I can give it to the old man?"

Wang Yun said: "Bo Zhao, this poem has not yet been judged, don't worry!"

Cai Yong didn't care, and said directly: "This poem by Su Che Riding can be called a swan song, although Wang Xuan's poem has connotation and artistic conception, it does not have the spirit of Su Che Ride, and it is judged from a high level." "

Wang Xuan's expression instantly withered, and his expression was embarrassed.

Originally wanted to embarrass Su Yan, but I didn't expect that Su Yan was a middle master, a first-of-its-kind hand, and even a poem written by him could be called an ancient swan song, but Wang Xuan was unwilling in his heart.

He simply did not believe that a person's calligraphy could be so good and his poetry could be so good. _

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