Jia Zheng knew his son quite well!
However, she had never heard of him studying or anything like that. Why would he think of going to the imperial examination?？
His gaze towards Jia Lang was filled with suspicion and doubt!
Lang 'er, you want to take the exam??"
" This…!!"
Although some of Jia Zheng's words were hard to say, the meaning was already in his tone!
He secretly shook his head!
He slowly stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in the room, as if he was guessing what Jia Lang was thinking!
This illegitimate child of his!
Why did he suddenly think of going for the imperial examination?
"Eh?"
Just as Jia Zheng was wandering around Jia Lang's room, he suddenly saw the Four Treasures of the Study that Jia Lang had placed on the windowsill!
There was also a piece on the table, a piece of the Analects of Confucius that had just been written not long ago!
This handwriting!
Jia Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity!
He slowly walked towards the desk and looked at his words!
Manqing's pen is like a willow bone.
With a stroke, it looked like a horse that had lost its reins and soared into the sky.
Calligraphy was infused with the perseverance, courage, and progress of Confucianism. It also contained Lao Tzu and Zhuang Tzu's dullness, disunity, and serenity. They often did not seek rich changes and omitted the worldly glitz in their strokes in order to seek the true meaning of emptiness and distance.
Look at his strength without losing, posture without boasting, handwriting like flowing water.
……
" This…!!"
Looking at the words on the Xuan paper in front of him, Jia Zheng frowned tightly. His mind was filled with thoughts, and finally, he suddenly woke up!!
Good heavens!
This, wasn't this the same handwriting as the half of the poem that some big shot had left in the lakeside pavilion of the Jia residence?？
At this moment!
Jia Zheng felt his mind explode, turning completely blank!
The paper in his hand started to tremble!
This handwriting!
It wasn't just very similar, it was simply exactly the same!
Immediately!
Jia Zheng hurriedly placed the Xuan paper in his hand in front of Jia Lang and said,"Lang 'er, did someone come to your place just now?”
"Quickly tell me, what does this person look like, did he say anything to you, and when was this Analects of Confucius written?”
Because Jia Zheng could not suppress the excitement in his heart, his body began to tremble slightly!
Jia Lang had no idea what was happening!
Why was Jia Zheng so agitated?
"Father, no one has come to your son's place in the past few days?”
"As for the Analects of Confucius, I just wrote it!”
"I'm not talented. Please give me some pointers, father!”
Jia Lang said calmly.
"What?"
"You wrote it?"
Just as Jia Lang finished speaking, he saw Jia Zheng's face filled with shock, his mouth wide open!
He pointed at the words on the paper and said!
No matter what!
Jia Zheng also could not believe that his ignorant and incompetent son was actually able to write calligraphy that reached the peak of perfection!
What a joke!
Even if Jia Lang had practiced calligraphy since he was young, it was impossible for him to have such achievements!
The entire Great Zhou Dynasty!
There was probably no other person who could reach such a peak in calligraphy!!
And those people!
He was at least thirty years old!
How old was Jia Lang? 17 or 18?？
Furthermore!
Jia Zheng could not believe that Jia Lang had such literary talent to be able to write quatrains that could be passed down through the ages!!
In Jia Zheng's heart!
That person!
It must be a senior who had been in the literary world for a long time. It couldn't be his son, Jia Lang!
"If father doesn't believe me, son can write another one!”
Seeing that Jia Zheng didn't believe it!
Jia Lang picked up the writing brush beside him, and his entire body emitted an unprecedented scholarly aura as he began to write an essay on the Analects of Confucius!
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