"When autumn comes, on the 8th of September, I will kill all the flowers when they bloom!”
Everyone focused their eyes.
He only felt a sharp killing intent soaring into the sky.
What appeared on the paper was not a line of poetry, but an unsheathed sword.
He wanted to cut off everything!
An indomitable aura assaulted his face.
It was magnificent and extraordinary, and it carried waves of killing intent!
Everyone's expression changed.
They could feel the extraordinariness of the calligraphy. It made them feel like they were there.
Calligraphy was above them.
No matter how hard he studied it, he still couldn't understand the concept within.
When Wei Zheng saw the calligraphy, he completely ignored his manners and rushed to the eunuch first, snatching the paper from his hand.
He carefully appraised it as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
She couldn't let go for a long time and was reluctant to let go.
"Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy!"
Wei Zheng praised repeatedly,"It has both form and meaning. It's natural…" A well-deserved treasure!"
"The style of a master. At the end of calligraphy, one focuses on one meaning. He made the words that were still move. I've spent several decades trying to understand it, but I still haven't been able to understand its meaning. Now, I've actually seen it on a youth.”
Wei Zheng was extremely excited.”
Everyone knew about his obsession with calligraphy. He had spent decades of painstaking research. It was difficult for ordinary people to understand his current feelings.
"This time, this old man has lost. I lost completely! In front of this calligraphy, there was no comparison at all.”
Wei Zheng said frankly, but there was no disappointment on his face. There was only excitement.
His eyes never left the calligraphy.
Everyone was silent.
They all knew that when calligraphy reached a certain level, it was all about the artistic conception.
Even those who did not know calligraphy could feel the sharp sharpness of Lu Yan's opinion.
It was obvious who was better!
Wei Zheng had actually lost to a teenager in calligraphy.
They suddenly looked at Lu Yan in horror. What kind of person was this? He was completely monstrous.
Poetic talent is peerless, a thought can form a poem.
His calligraphy was also so exquisite that even Wei Zheng could not compare to it.
Was there anything he didn't know?
Where did Li Shi Min find this freak?
The impact and blow to them could not be said to be small.
To be able to enter the court as an official, which one of them was not outstanding? It was extremely normal for them to feel a little smug in their hearts.
However, he was mercilessly crushed and trampled by Lu Yan.
The other party's age was not even half of theirs.
It was difficult for them to accept it for a moment.
Li Shi Min couldn't help but laugh when he saw the officials 'expressions.
Once upon a time, he had also been beaten badly like this. Finally, they all had a taste of this feeling.
It was not that he was mediocre, but that Lu Yan was too ferocious.
It could not be judged by common sense.
If that was the case, it would only make things difficult for him.
The officials of the aristocratic families were panicking!
They were completely panicking!
When Wei Zheng stepped out, he originally thought that victory was in his hands and wanted to rely on him to turn the tables. He actually lost.
What should he do now?
He continued to fight Lu Yan. Even if they were given a hundred guts, they would not have the courage to fight this freak.
Could it be that he really had to fulfill the bet and directly resign?
How could it be possible? They would never agree to it!
If they were really chased away by a young man, they would really become a joke that they would never be able to wash away.
"This is probably another new poem, right?”
Wei Zheng suddenly asked.
Lu Yan nodded and admitted it.
Everyone was already expressionless. No matter how much they squandered Lu Yan's poetic talent, they would never be able to use it. They had already begun to get used to it.
It was just that the muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.
"Good poem, good poem. A good poem with good words is a perfect match!"
Wei Zheng stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Lu Yan and said,"It's just that there's only the first half of the poem. I don't know if I can finish it. Otherwise, it'll be a pity.”
"I only have these two sentences for now. I haven't had any inspiration for the rest.”
Lu Yan replied indifferently. He naturally knew what the second half of the sentence was.
However, it was impossible to say it out loud.
One had to know that this poem was written by Huang Chao, the leader of the peasant uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty. The first half of the poem was not problematic, but the second half was filled with murderous intent, vowing to overthrow the Tang Dynasty.
How could he write such disgraceful words?
Wouldn't he be digging his own grave?
"That's true."
Wei Zheng did not doubt it. Although he felt a little regretful, he was just excited. Sometimes, calligraphy was incomplete. It was the most perfect.
If it was too perfect, it would only give off an unreal feeling and lose that artistic conception.
"I wonder if you can give this calligraphy to me?”
Wei Zheng raised his head and asked, but his expression was a little embarrassed.
"It's just a casual gift. If Old Man Wei wants it, feel free to take it.”
Lu Yan did not care about this at all.
The muscles of the people around him twitched again. This was his work. If he wanted to, he could write thousands of them at any time. There was no problem with that.
But why did she feel a little uncomfortable and flustered?
"Thank you, young friend!"
Wei Zheng's expression turned serious as he looked at Lu Yan. His gaze became more and more appreciative.
As a bookworm who had read a lot of books and was honest or pedantic.
His life's goal was precisely in this aspect.
Now that he had met such a talented youth, it was inevitable that he would like him.
His original frivolous attitude had also become high-spirited.
Lu Yan did not have the time to care about what Wei Zheng was thinking. Instead, he took a step forward and looked at the aristocratic family officials.
He did not hide his disdain at all.”
"In terms of hypocrisy and shamelessness, I'm not as good as you! In terms of poetry and calligraphy, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes!”
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