Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

"you!"

Ye Lingyun raised his head abruptly, staring at Ji Wuchen bitterly.

The latter just smiled proudly.

"Since everyone here doesn't believe me, so what if I write another one? It's just a master-level work, as long as you have your hands!"

He turned to look at Li Zhonglian, and slightly cupped his hands.

"My lord, please borrow a set of paper, pen and ink."

The audience was silent again.

Calligraphy masters are one thing, but works at the master level are another.

As long as a calligrapher who writes master-level works can become a calligraphy master.

However, to write works at the level of a master, you need the right time, place and people. Both are indispensable. How can you write anytime, anywhere?

Ji Wuchen's ability to say these words proves that he doesn't know anything about calligraphy.

Li Zhonglian thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Come here, take the old man's pen and ink."

"Wait! Ji Wuchen, you don't need to prove anything."

At the critical moment, Nangong Jing once again interrupted the process.

Ji Wuchen looked up, and saw concern and anxiety in Nangong Jing's eyes, and a warm current rose in his heart.

In the eyes of the empress, there is really no need for Ji Wuchen... There is no need to lose face.

In her mind, she actually did not believe that Ji Wuchen could reach the height of a calligraphy master.

Calligraphy master, it must be the result of long-term study and precipitation, there is no way to reach the sky in one step.

Ji Wuchen cast a reassuring look at Nangong Jing.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

This girl Nangongjing doesn't look bad at all, at least now, she can finally tell who is a good person.

Li Zhonglian's subordinates quickly brought pens and paper.

Not only pens and paper, but also a set of carved mahogany table cases were brought over by the subordinates by analogy.

The old fox took the jade-carved wolf hair brush and rubbed it lightly on his hand.

"This pen was given by my teacher when I walked out of Haoran Academy. It has been with me for hundreds of years. Today, if it can write a work that can be famous in history, I am afraid it is my teacher. His old man knows, and he will be very pleased."

As she spoke, Li Zhonglian's eyes showed memories, she closed her eyes and shook her head gently.

He handed the jade pen to Ji Wuchen.

"General, please."

Now that the matter has come to an end, Nangong Jing can't do much to stop her, so she sat down with a sigh.

Who is Ji Wuchen, doesn't she understand?
Although he has been very unexpected in recent days, even the master of martial arts has broken through, but what is the existence of the master of calligraphy?Is that a realm that a brat can reach?

The youngest calligraphy master in history is also over fifty years old.

Li Zhonglian walked to the wooden table, waved off the servants who were about to polish the ink, and picked up the valuable piece of famous ink with her own hands.

"The general concentrates on writing, and the old man grinds the ink for you."

As soon as Li Zhonglian said this, everyone present felt their hearts tremble.

What kind of person is he, the grand master of the dynasty, the leader of Confucianism and Taoism?He grinds the ink himself?

Could it be that the old man really believed that Ji Wuchen could write works at the level of a master?

Ye Lingyun's face was pale, and the fear in his heart was almost written on his face.

How can this be?Taishi, the old man really thinks that Ji Wuchen is a master of calligraphy?
He lost his sense of proportion and nearly fell.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly realized, and let go of his hanging heart.

There is a saying that the higher you lift, the harder you fall.

The more praised Ji Wuchen was before he wrote, the more face he would lose if he couldn't write well.

Having figured this out, Ye Lingyun's face slowly returned to color, and there was a bit of subtle resentment and gloating in Ji Wuchen's eyes.

Does Li Zhonglian really think so?No one knows.

He just grinds calmly, doing his best and concentrating on it.

Ji Wuchen grabbed the pen holder, that feeling of connectedness surged in his heart again.

this pen...

He was a little surprised.

It really is a good pen. When it falls into the hand, it is obviously made of jade, but it doesn't look cold, and the weight is just right. What's more outrageous is that there seems to be a trace of charm contained in the pen holder.

Writing with such a pen, even an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, can write with a touch of charm, right?

The ink was ready, and he didn't hesitate any longer. He picked up the pen, rolled up his wide sleeve, and lightly dipped in the ink.

No more, no less.

Ji Wuchen glanced at Ye Lingyun with a sneer, and wrote two lines of poems on the rice paper:
Better to be a centurion than a scholar.

Ten words, in one go.

In an instant, endless awe-inspiring righteousness swarmed in like dragons and pythons, even more spectacular than when the words "loyal to the monarch and patriotism" were opened.

The guests were in an uproar again.

Ran Ran's holy golden light rose, and in a trance, phantoms emerged. A civil servant dressed as a general threw a pen angrily, picked up the Wu Gou, jumped on the horse, and went straight to the vast and vast frontier.

The glaring light enveloped the capital again.

Zhenzhou!It's Zhenzhou again!
"This... is another work at the level of a master?!"

Some people almost stopped breathing, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Miracle! Miracle! This is a miracle! If you can see this scene in your lifetime, you will die without regret!"

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites was trembling all over, and his eyes shone with fiery light.

"I... I made a breakthrough, my awe-inspiring righteousness was moved, and it was actually driven by... such a poem, this poem..."

Beside the Minister of Rites, an old man with a white head was struggling, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

This picture is naturally at the level of a master, which is an eye-opener for everyone, but the content of this poem...

Ye Lingyun also thought of this, and his heart, which was on the verge of despair, suddenly became active. He gritted his teeth and stood up, ignoring that there was still a lot of righteousness between the world and the earth, he picked up the wine glass and was about to pour it on the automatically floating words.

"Ling Yun, what are you going to do!"

Someone saw his crazy behavior and hurried to pull it off.

Being stopped by someone, Ye Lingyun's footsteps slipped and he almost fell to the ground, but the drink was not spilled out.

Li Zhonglian sighed, stretched out her skinny old hands, and rolled up the words.

The air of righteousness all over the sky disappeared immediately.

"Ling Yun, don't be impulsive!"

The one who stopped Ye Lingyun was a civil official of the third grade, he was both an official of the court and a gentleman who worked in Haoran Academy.

Ye Lingyun raised his head in embarrassment, and shouted sharply: "He is insulting scholars all over the world! His heart should be punished! Today, even if I, Ye Lingyun, die, I will destroy this stinking work!"

His voice was upright, and the aura of sacrificing his life for the Tao infected many people.

Better to be a centurion than a scholar...

These words sounded harsh indeed.

Ji Wuchen gave Ye Lingyun a funny look.

"You man, your handwriting is not as good as a dog's. How can your conduct be so corrupt? You have forgotten the behavior of a gentleman taught by sage books? Are you saying, haha, do you think you are the leader of Confucianism and Taoism? You always say that I insult the world Scholars, Master Grand Master hasn't spoken yet."