"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that Li Minghan would have a son like you. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" The look of surprise on Yan Zhang's face was even stronger, and he said with a sigh in his mouth.

Qing'an Mansion and his entourage, 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 my old friend Dong Wenyun.

The author of the hand-me-down precepts, the poetry is ancient and modern, the sentence "love the floor", made countless literati blush, reform the law of torture, of course, Yan Zhang himself is still the most fond of his calligraphy, the three words on the plaque, copied day and night, and now can have eight or nine points of charm.

The last time I was in the way of face, I didn't ask Li Yi for advice, and after returning to Beijing, I regretted my good face in my heart.

Being able to meet him again at the Li family was really beyond Yan Zhang's expectations, and his heart was itching, and when he caught a glimpse of the wine glass on the table, his eyes lit up, and he poured some wine in it, wrote three words on the table with his fingers instead of writing with paper.

He glanced up at Li Yi and asked, "How?" ”

Li Yi lowered his head, and the three words "County Lieutenant Li" on the table, which had not yet dried up, were written in a chic and elegant manner, faintly with the style of the book saint Wang Xizhi.

Based on these three words alone, it can be seen that the calligraphy of this Yan Shilang can be regarded as entering the house.

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

Wang Xizhi's name of the sage of calligraphy is inseparable from decades of hard practice, just copy the three words for a few days, you can learn half of the charm, the description of "so-so" is already a great praise.

Of course, Yan Zhang understands this, the more times he copies those three words, the more he knows the gap between him and the person who writes, and he will not use age to measure whether the young man in front of him is qualified to say this.

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

"So-so? You are arrogant in this later life, although Yan Zhang's words are not on the table, they are not something you can appreciate. A voice came from the side, and an elegant man said as he looked at the words on the table.

The elegant man turned around the table with his hands behind his back, and said strangely: "Tsk, I haven't seen you for many days, Brother Yan's book is getting more and more refined, could it be that he stole the plaque of a famous family again, and he has been studying these days?" ”

Yan Zhang looked displeased, what does it mean that his words are not on the table, although this guy on the other side is from a scholarly family, but the calligraphy of the Zuo family is the old man Zuo and not him Zuo Qiu, what is the swagger?

"Zuo Shi's regular script is positive, he can be called the first person in Jingguo, compared with his old man, Yan's words naturally can't be on the table, Zuo Shaojian is deeply rooted in Zuo's true biography, and Yan is naturally not as good as Zuo Shaojian." Yan Zhang sneered.

He was once instructed by Zuo Qiu's father, because he was called Zuo Shi.

His words were praise on the surface, but the secret meaning was to ridicule the other party who could only fight for his father, and he didn't have any real talent and learning.

Although the two are world friends, they usually have a good relationship, but whenever they talk about what they are good at, they always have to mock each other.

Zuo Qiu looked at it with his hands behind his back for a while, until the handwriting on the table became blurry, then nodded and said: "Strange, strange, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have actually made such a big progress, could it be that you really got the guidance of a master, or did you find a famous post?" ”

Yan Zhang tugged at the corners of his mouth and said: "Let's not talk about this for the time being, you keep saying that this offspring is arrogant, it is better to compare it with this arrogant offspring, you are also good at writing, so you write a few words on this table with your fingers to see who the arrogant is?" ”

Zuo Qiu shook his head and said, "It's about the same as you, with him?" If people know, they will definitely say that I, Zuoqiu, bullied the juniors. ”

"Xiping Stone Scripture." Yan Zhang looked at him and said, "After comparison, if you think you write better, I will send you the "Xiping Stone Scripture". If you lose, don't blame me for going to tear down the plaque in Zuofu tonight. ”

Zuo Qiu's eyes lit up violently, and he said unconvincedly: "Are you talking about the original post of "Xiping Stone Scripture"? This thing is indeed with you. ”

"Xiping Stone Scripture" is the creator of the flying white body, the representative work of Cai Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the original paste is very collectible and research value, if you can get it is naturally a blessing, as for the plaque of Zuofu, he has not worried at all, his calligraphy attainments are not a big achievement, but it can also be described as a small success, how can it be lost to a young offspring who has not dried up?

Even if he has been practicing since his mother's womb, it is impossible to beat himself.

"How, do you dare?" Yan Zhang looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Why don't you dare?" Zuo Qiu laughed out loud and said, "It's rare that you are so generous, how can I sweep Brother Yan's happiness?" ”

After that, he dipped his fingers in the wine, and in a moment, four big words appeared on the table, "Fu is like the East China Sea", flowing clouds and water, and the words were uninterrupted.

Writing with your fingers dipped in wine can have such an effect, and ordinary people are afraid that they are far less than with a brush, and Zuo Qiu's calligraphy attainments can be seen.

"Quick, it's your turn." Yan Zhang didn't look at Zuo Qiu's writing at all, a treacherous smile appeared on his face, and he was already planning how to remove the plaque of Zuo's house at night, and hurriedly urged Li Yidao.

Zuo Qiu wants his "Xiping Stone Sutra", it's just a dream, and it's almost the same to change Old Man Zuo. Even if Old Man Zuo is in person, Yan Zhang is seventy percent sure that he can win.

Seeing Yan Zhang's expression, Zuo Qiu chuckled in his heart, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yan Zhang is not a fool, "Xiping Stone Scripture" must also be an extremely important thing to himself, how can he give it away in vain?

Could it be that he is really sure of victory?

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

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

What "Xiping Stone Scripture", what Zuo's plaque, what does it have to do with him, this Yan Shilang is a good abacus, this is using himself as a prop----- are the two of them very familiar?

Tearing down someone's plaque is tantamount to slapping the face in the face, this is a big hatred......

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

The last time Li Yixin grabbed the plaque, he already owed his favor, and he didn't take it seriously, it was obvious that the favor of this squire was not valuable.

However, Li Yi didn't want to be so entangled by him, so he dipped some wine in his hand and drew two words on the table, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong, so that the two of them could catch up.

"Haha, is this what you rely on?"

Seeing the scribbled handwriting on the table, Zuo Qiu was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, patted Yan Zhang's shoulder, and said, "Brother Yan, early tomorrow morning, I will ask someone to go to the house to pick up the "Xiping Stone Scripture". ”

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

"Stop, Yan Xiaoer, what are you doing!" Just as Yan Zhang pressed Li Yi's arm and shook it violently, a coquettish voice suddenly came from not far away.