"Today, Xiangjun's literary gathering will be testing calligraphy. If there are any young masters who wish to sign up, you can come here and extract a famous passage from this scroll.”
Then, Lee Xiangjun took out a scroll with only a dozen words written on it. It was a huge scroll, and she opened it up and showed it to everyone.
On the scroll were written: " It is not stained by mud, it is not evil after washing it, it is straight in the middle and straight outside, it does not spread or branch, the fragrance is far away and clearer, the pavilion is clean and planted, it can be seen from afar but not played with.”
Seeing that everyone was looking at her book, Lee Xiangjun smiled and said,""These words are from the essay 'On Loving the Lotus' that Young Master Kun and the talented scholar that I admire very much wrote for Miss Chen Yuanyuan at the Spring Breeze Courtyard's poetry gathering.”
As she spoke, she glanced at He Kun's table on the second floor.
Lee Xiangjun continued," Young Master He Kun is also here today. It is said that he has just made a bet with Young Master Mu, one of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan. Whoever loses will be banned from participating in the imperial examinations."
"And the bet they made was this literary gathering of mine.
"As everyone knows, besides composing poetry, Mu Wenfu, Young Master Mu is most skilled in calligraphy. And Young Master He Kun is the first 'member' of this year's Imperial Examination. This gambling match between them must be extremely exciting. As for the outcome, we will wait and see tonight.”
On the second floor.
Da Qian patted He Kun's shoulder and said,""I'm talking to you! You can really meet your admirers everywhere.”
He Kun shook his head and said," I don't like this Lee Xiangjun. She's too materialistic. It's obvious that she's using my bet with Mu Wenfu as a tool to increase Apricot Blossom Tower's reputation."”
At this moment, Cao Rui gradually recovered from the shock of knowing the identity of Da Qian. He had nothing to do and asked for peace. As the saying goes, one can be strong without desire. Therefore, he smiled like before and said,"She's such a beautiful woman. Others don't even have the right to be treated as a tool by her.”
"Is Lee Xiangjun pretty?" He Kun asked calmly. Perhaps. Anyway, I don't think so."
He Kun's words made Cao Rui feel a little awkward for a moment. He said in embarrassment and anger,"You really don't understand."
He Kun ignored Cao Rui, because the next literary conference was about to begin.
Those who started to participate in the cultural gathering were all ordinary scholars.
Perhaps it was because of He Kun and Mu Wenfu, these two great scholars were too famous. Today, they attracted many scholars who came to participate in this calligraphy competition.
Most of these scholars came from wealthy families. Naturally, they would not stop spending when they came to Apricot Blossom Tower. Many of them spent a lot of money to make the beauty smile. As a result, Apricot Blossom Tower also made a lot of money.
Although the calligraphy of the scholars who came to participate in the cultural gathering was not bad, it could only be considered good.
Compared to He Kun, the difference was like heaven and earth.
Two hours passed quickly. Finally, these people had finished competing and a tribute scholar from Zhili named "Li Lie" was decided.
With his calligraphy skills, he was no match for the famous Mu Wenfu, so he directly admitted defeat.
As a result, this literary gathering turned into a competition between Kun and Mu Wenfu.
"You came first? Or should I go first?"
After Li Lie admitted defeat, Mu Wenfu, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up from his seat and looked at He Kun with battle intent in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter. If you're in a hurry, you can go first!”
He Kun spread his hands.
He didn't care about the order of who came first. Anyway, Mu Wenfu would lose, so it didn't matter who came first.
"Alright, since you don't mind, I'll go first.”
He did not care about Kun, but Mu Wenfu did.
He wanted to see the despair and fear on He Kun's face when he saw his calligraphy level. If He Kun could not stand the failure and ran away, it would be even better.
He couldn't wait to see He Kun suffer the same humiliation that had happened to him in the past. He wanted He Kun's reputation to be ruined.
As he spoke, Mu Wenfu walked down to the hall on the first floor.
Seeing that Mu Wenfu, one of the two most famous scholars of the night, had finally appeared, Lee Xiangjun personally handed over a high-quality wolf-hair brush and started to grind the ink for Mu Wenfu.
These two people, at first glance, looked like talented scholars and beautiful women, but they actually had a feeling of adding fragrance to the ancient sleeves and playing the zither harmoniously.
"Who do you think will win this bet?”
"If we were to compete in poetry, I would definitely think that He Kun would win. After all, he was able to surpass the ancients 'three steps to compose a poem. Moreover, in the general exams, he wrote a famous poem like' Mobei Ci'. However, if we're talking about calligraphy, I'm afraid He Kun is a little off.”
"Not bad, I've never heard of it. He Kun's calligraphy level probably isn't that good. He Kun is most likely going to die this time."
……
Just as Mu Wenfu and He Kun's bet was about to begin, all the scholars in Apricot Blossom Pavilion were discussing animatedly.
As everyone talked, no one was optimistic about He Kun.
This was because even though Kun and Kun were good at composing poems, there had never been any news about his calligraphy skills.
Other than composing poems, Mu Wenfu was famous for his calligraphy.
"He Kun, you're going to lose."
"That's right, Hekun. In terms of calligraphy, you can't beat Brother Mu. I think you should stop wasting time and admit defeat.”
Among them, the ones who shouted the loudest were Yu Minzhong and Shu Yougong, who were on Mu Wenfu's side. They shouted that He Kun would lose.
When Mu Wenfu heard that almost everyone in Apricot Blossom Pavilion thought highly of him and felt that He Kun's calligraphy was inferior to his, a smug smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.
"Good luck, Young Master Mu. I also believe that you will win.”
Lee Xiangjun, who was standing beside Mu Wenfu, also looked at Sheng Lian and encouraged Mu Wenfu.
With a beauty beside him, Mu Wenfu's confidence was boosted to the extreme. He held a brush in his right hand and dipped it in ink before writing on the white paper on the table in front of him.# Date:09 30 2019 6:29PM
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