The female bandit who traveled through another world knocked down Master Gao Leng

Facing Yang Shiyi's cold eyes, Li Mengyun's eyes darkened and her gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Yang Shiyi couldn't help but shudder at the gaze that seemed real, and she quickly lowered her head and sat down.

Young Master Xiao Yunzi said with a smile: "Miss Yang, Miss Mengyun, let's start your calligraphy competition now.

Please note that both of you must finish writing within a cup of tea, and the number of words must not be less than 300. "

Yang Shiyi bit her lip, spread out the rice paper, and started writing in a hurry.

She must compete seriously, write well, and never let the pheasant beat her again.

She just didn't believe it. With her neat regular script that she had learned from a famous teacher since she was young, she just didn't believe that she couldn't be better than the wild pheasant from the countryside.

Li Mengyun sat down calmly.

She turned her head and smiled sweetly at the Emperor, the Empress and the Queen Mother. When she looked at the masked man, she winked at him playfully.

The masked man tightened his grip as he watched Li Mengyun's action. Murong Qinghong coughed lightly and looked towards the masked man.

The masked man sneered in his heart, "You are such a good emperor, I will never play chess with you again. Let you and those women in your harem go down."

Yang Shiyi had already written one-third of the rice paper, but Li Mengyun hadn't started writing yet.

The eunuch next to him was secretly anxious, "Little girl, what are you doing? This is a competition. If you lose, the boy from the Gu family will be named Yang. Don't cry then."

Imperial Concubine Xian and Imperial Concubine Xiang were watching from the side and noticed that the bitch surnamed Li had not started writing yet, and they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.

Could it be that this bitch doesn't know how to write? That's right, how can anyone be proficient in everything?

It was a blessing that this bitch happened to win two competitions. If this bitch continues to win, is there still justice in the world?

Time passed quietly, Yang Shiyi had already written two-thirds of the work, and everyone in the hall was worried about Li Mengyun.

Could it be that this angel-like beauty really didn't know how to write? That would be a pity.

The young gentlemen looked eagerly at Li Mengyun, who had a sweet smile and beautiful eyes.

They all thought to themselves: Even though such a beauty is illiterate, it does not diminish her charm and beauty at all.

Madam Gu was also secretly anxious and asked Grand Tutor Gu, "Grandpa, Shiyi is almost done writing, why hasn't Yun'er started yet?"

"The little girl has her own ideas. You have to trust her." Master Gu drank his tea calmly, not in a hurry at all.

The masked man looked at the bright and lively little girl who was still looking around with great interest, and muttered in his heart: Little devil, why don’t you start now? What are you trying to do?

Li Mengyun glanced at Yang Shiyi who was concentrating on writing and saw that it was almost time.

He spread out the rice paper with a smile, pressed it with a paperweight, picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink that the eunuch had already ground, and began to write quickly on the rice paper.

With a few swishes, it didn't take long and was done almost in one stroke.

Li Mengyun put down the brush, stood up, bowed to Murong Qinghong, the Queen and the Queen Mother, then waved to everyone with a smile.

And Yang Shiyi was still busy writing.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Could it be that this Little Doctor Li didn't write anything? How could it be so fast?

He stretched his neck and looked at the piece of rice paper written by Dr. Li Xiaoshen.

She wrote it, but I don’t know what she wrote or whether it was well written. I couldn’t see it clearly from such a distance.

Everyone: Little Doctor Li has already finished writing, Miss Minister Yang, why are you still so slow? A snail can write faster than you.

The crowd became impatient and started to boo.

Yang Shiyi saw Li Mengyun put down her pen out of the corner of her eye. She glanced at the words written on the rice paper and saw that the word pheasant was indeed written, but she didn't know whether it was written well.

Yang Shiyi didn't have time to look at it. She was still far from writing 300 words, so she concentrated her head and quickened her movements. Accidentally, a drop of ink fell onto the rice paper.

Yang Shiyi thought to herself that this was bad and she became more and more anxious. As a result, the more anxious she became, the more flustered she became. She accidentally wrote another wrong word.

It was too late to rewrite the paper, so Yang Shiyi could only make the best of it and continue writing.

Looking at Yang Shiyi who was still working hard, Xiao Yunzi smiled and sang loudly, "Time is up. Please put down your pen if you haven't finished writing yet."

Yang Shiyi looked at the words she had written on the rice paper and thought to herself: It’s almost three hundred words, right?

Finally, with a red face, she put the written rice paper on the table and put down her pen.

Eunuch Xiao Yunzi asked the young eunuch to push a display board over, and carefully clipped the rice paper written by Yang Shiyi and Li Mengyun on the display board with clips so that it would be convenient for everyone to see.

First, the four referees, Murong Qinghong, the old prince, Gu Taifu and Mo Xiang, came forward to watch.

They looked at Yang Shiyi's first.

Yang Shiyi wrote in the regular script that people in the Qiong Dynasty were accustomed to writing. It was neat and tidy small regular script and looked very beautiful.

It’s a pity that there is a drop of ink on the rice paper, which destroys the beauty and makes it not beautiful enough.

The worst thing is that there is a typo on the rice paper.

After counting, Yang Shiyi only wrote 280 words within the specified time, 20 words short of 300 words.

Several people shook their heads and turned their eyes to the words written by Li Mengyun.

Several people's eyes lit up. Hmm, what kind of font did Dr. Li write? How come I have never seen it before?

The words written by Dr. Li Xiaoshen were written with very delicate strokes and varied structures.

The different sizes of the characters are arranged in a staggered manner, which makes the characters look natural and lively.

The writing is as smooth and elegant as flowing water.

When Master Gu, a calligraphy fan, saw the new fonts, his face turned red with excitement and he wished he could glue his eyes to the rice paper.

From top to bottom, admire it carefully.

Murong Qinghong, the old prince and Prime Minister Mo were also excited.

Although Mo Xiang didn't like Li Mengyun, he was a civil official and saw the elegant and graceful handwriting that he had never seen before.

I was so excited that my hands and feet were shaking. I walked forward and started to study it carefully.

Master Gu nodded continuously as he looked at it.

He read it in a low voice: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the beginning of late spring in the year of Guichou, we gathered at the Lanting Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to hold a purification ceremony..."

Li Mengyun heard Tutor Gu read it out.

I touched my nose and said in my heart: Senior Wang Xizhi, thank you very much for your "Preface to the Lanting Poems". I will borrow it today to pay tribute to you.

I am also grateful to my mother in my previous life, for forcing me to attend various interest classes since I was a child.

Although I didn’t like it when I was a kid, I felt that I had no time to play, no time to watch TV series, and no time to play games.

It is always useful to learn more. The calligraphy I learned in my previous life has helped me a lot today.

Master Gu counted as he read, and finally clapped his hands excitedly: "Three hundred and twenty-four words! Little girl, you wrote three hundred and twenty-four words in such a short time."