"I don't understand. Okay, okay, okay!"
Wang Yuxuan gritted his teeth. As a disciple of a scholarly family, being humiliated by an outsider, what could make him angrier than this?
"Come, come, come! I do have a poem that Brother Ye Huan would like to comment on.”
"Where?"
"Follow me!"
Wang Yuxuan angrily brought the few of them to a corner.
There was a small print hanging on the wall.
The body is the bodhi tree, the heart is the mirror platform.
Day and night to clean, afraid of dust.
The words were elegant and free, and the artistic conception was extraordinary, giving people a feeling that their eyes lit up.
Upon closer inspection, the words were clear and the painting was brand new. There was no stamp, so it was obvious that it was made by someone today.
"Brother Ye, please comment!" Wang Yuxuan smiled slyly.
Yes!
Ye Huan nodded and then said," First of all, the person who wrote this calligraphy is as good as the court painter. Secondly, the style of this calligraphy is more harmonious with the artistic conception of this poem. It's a little better than that. As for its value, it's impossible to compare the works of an old friend and a modern person.”
"Then what is the standard of the person who wrote the word 'fu'?”Wang Yuxuan asked.
"It's alright." Ye Huan nodded calmly.
"You…"
Wang Yuxuan and Leng Bing were both shocked. They looked at Ye Huan as if he was an idiot.
Ye Huan didn't know, but they knew that this calligraphy was written by Mr. Ouyang.
In your eyes, Mr. Ouyang's standard is just okay.
I think you're about to die.
It was simply nonsense.
At this moment, they understood that Ye Huan was going to make a fool of himself.
However, he knew it but did not say it.
"Then why don't you comment on this poem?" Wang Yuxuan continued.”
"No!" Ye Huan immediately rejected it.
"What?"
Wang Yuxuan glared at him, and Leng Bing frowned.
This poem wasn't written by Mister Ouyang, but by an eminent monk in ancient times, Master Huihai.
The artistic conception of this poem represented Master Huihai's cultivation realm.
It was said that the eminent monk died after living for a hundred years.
This poem was named after him.
It had been passed down in this world for thousands of years.
It was sought after by countless people.
Even now, there were countless scholars who loved it.
Otherwise, a great writer like Mr. Ouyang would not have written this poem for others to study.
The reason why Wang Yuxuan brought Ye Huan here was to tease him.
He didn't know calligraphy, but he was quite knowledgeable about poetry.
With the title of the number one scholar in Shanghai, he could be considered to be one of the best among the younger generation in China.
"Hahaha! Brother Ye, don't you dare talk nonsense!”
Wang Yuxuan's laughter was very abrupt, attracting many people to come over.
This was also his goal. He wanted to embarrass Ye Huan in front of many people.
The people here were all scholars, and they were all very quiet. Even if they spoke, they would only whisper.
He had caused such a huge commotion, so of course he would attract attention.
Even those old antiques were alarmed.
"It's the Wang Clan's kid. What happened? Let's go and take a look!”
A dozen old fellows walked over, including Old Liu, Old Wang, and Old Leng.
The leader was an old man with white hair and beard. He was full of energy. He was Ouyang Shuo.
"Brother Wang, why do you say that?"
Ye Huan was stunned,"This child, was he agitated?"
"Brother Ye, do you know that this piece of calligraphy was written by Mister Ouyang? Mister Ouyang is a great master of our generation. You, a junior, actually commented on Mister Ouyang's work.”
Wang Yuxuan's voice was very high and his tone was filled with anger.
As he spoke, Ouyang Shuo and the others had already arrived behind them.
Hearing Wang Yuxuan's words, all the old fogeys frowned. Only Old Liu remained calm.
However, this group of leading figures in the literary world naturally wouldn't stoop to the level of a child. No one said anything and just watched quietly.
"That's right, that's right. This kid really dares to randomly comment on Mr. Ouyang's masterpiece.”
"Who brought him here?”
"This child's nonsense is just a joke!"
The surrounding people whispered among themselves.
"Brother Wang, you don't have to be angry. I didn't say that Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy is bad.”Ye Xiao laughed.
It was alright?
？？？
Everyone was speechless.
The old fogeys 'eyes fell to the ground.
Where did this wild brat come from?
Is Master Ouyang someone you can comment on?
When this calligraphy was hung here, no matter how many famous people saw it, they would praise it endlessly.
A young man in his twenties actually said it was okay.
If it was okay, then it definitely wouldn't work.
Show me a good one.
"Hehe, someone is doubting my work.”
Ouyang Shuo chuckled but did not get angry. At his level, he would not stoop to the level of a junior like Ye Huan.
In his opinion, this was a joke and an interesting thing.
Someone wanted to stop him but was stopped by Ouyang Shuo.
Of course, he wanted to see something interesting.
"Alright then!"
Wang Yuxuan calmed himself down and said with a smile,""You're right. You said that Grandmaster Hui Hai's poem wasn't good, so I want to listen to Grandmaster Hui Hai's poem. If there's any problem, Brother Ye, please enlighten me.”
What?
What the f * ck!
The group of old fogeys had an undercurrent and had the urge to hold Ye Huan down and beat him up.
You actually said that the poem left behind by Master Hui Hai was not good.
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