Classmate, he always spread dog food with the tyrant

Qi You will stay at home for a few days, and just after recovering from his illness, he went to the Imperial College, but as soon as he entered the classroom, he found something different.

The students were grinding and picking up their pens one by one, and they were all practicing calligraphy with their wrists hanging.

Even Cui Luan didn't study his homework, but kept practicing regular script instead.

Qi You was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you all practicing calligraphy?"

"Don't you know? We will have a calligraphy competition in a few days." The classmate was taken aback, and hurriedly explained: "This selection is not a small one. We will compete with people from the Hanlin Language and Calligraphy and Painting Supervisors. Temple Square! I heard that His Majesty will pick out the most unique ink marks, do you know what rewards will be given to the selected leaders?"

Qi You raised his eyebrows: "What reward?"

"Write a plaque for His Majesty's bedroom!" The classmate exclaimed with joy, "I never thought that! That is the Qiande Hall of His Majesty's bedroom! If the words are hung on the cornice, it will be so honorable!"

"However, we must be trying to make up the numbers. There are many people who are good at writing in the Imperial Academy. It is difficult for us to compare."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at Cui Luan again: "Brother Cui, your handwriting is outstanding, and you may still have a chance to win glory for the Imperial College. The plaques in His Majesty's bedroom are much more prestigious than those in the Imperial College."

Cui Luan snorted coldly, what is the Imperial Academy, he is determined to win this time.

Qi You stood indifferently outside the crowd, and entered the palace with his classmates.

Writing in public... For him, it is a public execution, but Qi You has listened to too many ironic comments about his writing, and it is already a habit.Prepare to be a denominator quietly, just like a day trip to the palace, and enjoy yourself at ease.

A group of Guozijian went to the square of Qiande Palace in a mighty way. The palace is magnificent, surrounded by white marble railings, and the water of the Imperial Lake is slightly rippling.

They were studying at the Imperial College in the capital city, and they were the seed candidates for the imperial examination in the coming year. They could be regarded as "the emperor's preparation disciples", but the imperial confinement was strict.

In the square of Qiande Hall, there is a table for one person, four or five meters apart, and everyone tremblingly lined up in the square in front of Qiande Hall, waiting for an order, and began to drop paper.

Qi You took a brush and wrote a line of words on the rice paper without emotion, thinking about when it would end.

The rumored calligrapher wandered between the desks and cases, and suddenly stopped in front of Qi You, bent down with a shocked face, and looked carefully.

Qi You expressionless: "..."

His handwriting is so ugly and presumptuous that it can scare people back several meters in place. How could this person stick his face to his head to seek abuse?

The calligrapher raised his head and met Qi You's eyes: "Dare you ask if this was written by the young master?"

If you dare to ask, I dare to answer, Qi You nodded, with a broken expression on his face: "Yes, I just wrote this."

"Young Master's characters are truly unparalleled in the world." The man hurriedly called his colleagues, as if he was shocked and joyful as if he had suddenly discovered a treasure: "Look, how about this character?"

The colleague immediately made a startled look, and held it up seriously: "It's really a good handwriting. This...the writing has ups and downs. I have never seen it before. How many years has the young master been practicing handwriting?"

Qi You was dumbfounded: "My lord, are you sure you are judging my handwriting?"

What is the ups and downs of the writing, the ups and downs, it is obviously because he was too sleepy when writing and his hands were shaking, thank you...

Aren't these people highly respected calligraphers?What serious nonsense.

Without waiting for Qi You's reaction, the courtiers who knew calligraphy immediately gathered around his table, blowing rainbow farts sincerely: "Young Master Qi's calligraphy is bigger than others', and it looks generous, the most rare thing is not Copying the previous brushwork, the brushwork is mellow and friendly, and your majesty hangs this character on the hall, which can also show the heart of loving the people like a son."

Qi You: "???"

No... Aren't you really a partner in cheating Yongchi?

"Yes, the young master's pen is upright, which is exactly what Lao Tzu said. It is in fact, and it is not in its glory. Hanging in your majesty's bedroom, it really complements each other..."

This person nodded while commenting, the long beard fluttering is especially good at bluffing people, not to mention Qi You, everyone began to believe it.

Someone here is flattering, and someone over there immediately reported the news to Yongchi.

Standing on the jade steps, Yong Chi never took his eyes off Qi You. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Bring me the words of Young Master Qi for me to read."

The eunuch immediately offered it with both hands.

Yong Chi looked at the familiar ink, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips. After pondering for a long time, he ordered: "This word is not conventional, and I like it when I look at it. Pass the decree, let Qi Qing come to the plaque of my sleeping hall." Bar."

In the square of Qiande Palace, someone immediately ground and paved the paper, held the inkstone for Qi You and said, "Young master, His Majesty also liked your handwriting, and said that he wanted you to inscribe the plaque."

The students on the side all gasped, Cui Luan's face turned pale, His Majesty was really fooled by those nonsense, and asked Qi You to take on this important task?

Is this the plaque of Qiande Hall?How does his handwriting match?

Qi You didn't dare to take up the pen, but with timidity in his beautiful eyes, he looked at the masters and scratched his head and said, "Sir, my handwriting is really not outstanding, it may be because I have performed supernormally just now, I can't guarantee that I can do it this time." Write the effect of just now..."

His handwriting is ugly every time, and it is completely different. Maybe last time it happened to be so ugly that everyone liked it?But he has already forgotten how to write it just now, what if the writing is not good and he encounters a thunder point...

"How could it be?" Everyone put their pens in a serious manner: "Young master's calligraphy background has been formed, just write with confidence, His Majesty will definitely like it."

Qi You took the pen suspiciously, seriously, and wrote a neat dry word stroke by stroke.

Alas, Qi You still thinks it's a bit ugly, if there is any difference compared to before, it seems... ugly seriously.

Unexpectedly, the people next to him immediately cheered up, boasting all over from the structure to the typeface, Qi You was a little shy, and for the first time gave birth to some self-confidence, feeling happy, and wrote the name on the plaque smoothly with a pen.

The little eunuch hurriedly held Qi You's calligraphy and showed it to Yong Chi who was above the jade steps.

Qiande Hall, the three big characters are round and round, very cute and cute.

Yong Chi's slightly callused fingers brushed over the handwriting, the corners of his mouth raised, and stamped his emperor's seal under the handwriting as if declaring his sovereignty: "Make a plaque and hang it on my sleeping hall. All the gentlemen have unique vision. It suits my heart."

"Yes." The courtiers of the Hanlin Academy stepped forward and said with a smile: "Everyone is smiling, and the officials are also relieved to see that His Majesty cares so much about pen and ink... and the masters of the Imperial College also..."

They are all irrelevant people, Yong Chi frowned slightly, and interrupted: "What about the young master Qi who wrote the plaque?"

With good intentions, he gathered such a group of people to praise him in every possible way within a day, and even the plaque written by Qi You was hung in the most eye-catching hall in the world.

Ayou... will he be happy?

For some reason, Yong Chi felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Young Master Qi?" The official who came to report the letter was stunned, and then said: "Young Master Qi didn't seem to say anything. After thanking you, he returned to the Imperial College with his classmates..."

Yong Chi's eyes dimmed.

As soon as the students entered the Imperial College, they began to chatter: "I thought that although Qi You's handwriting was different from ours, it looked comfortable. It turned out to be a school of its own. I really didn't expect it. .”

"Yes, yes, I thought Mr. Cui's writing was good before, but after thinking about it, Mr. Qi's handwriting is special..."

Most of the people don't have the ability to judge words at all, they just follow others' opinions. As soon as the selection results came out, everyone immediately put on filters and praised Qi You's words in every possible way.

"Mr. Cui can get bonus points for writing the plaque of the Imperial College, but for the writing of His Majesty's bedroom, how many points can you get?"

The classmate scratched his head, his imagination was limited by the score.

"It's not a matter of how many points are added." Someone shook his head and said seriously: "This is His Majesty's honor, as long as the plaque is still hanging on the main hall, the ancestors of the Qi family will follow the scenery..."

"Ah, I'm so envious. Some people said that Qi You was not favored before, it's really ridiculous..."

"Before, the master also said that young master Qi should refer to Cui Luan's calligraphy. If we really refer to it, wouldn't we be missing a calligrapher..."

The discussion was not too loud, just enough for Cui Luan to hear, his complexion changed, and he slowly clenched his fists.

He has received a lot of praise for his handwriting since he was a child, and he has always been proud of it. Qi You's handwriting is obviously not on the stage. Why did everyone start to praise it in one day?

Even His Majesty was blinded by those people's nonsense!He actually hangs Qi You's name high above the hall!

How ridiculous!

However, he also had doubts and apprehensions in his heart. So many famous scholars said that Qi You's calligraphy is unique, so there must be merits...

Could it be that he is really blind?

Cui Luan thought over and over again in his heart, walked to Qi You's desk, and suggested coldly: "Qi You, we can't just listen to the words of the adults in the court, how about going to sell calligraphy together after school and have a competition?"

Qi You: "???"

Cui Luan said coldly: "The people in the capital are unusual, and there are many people who know how to read. If there are more people who buy your calligraphy than mine, then I will admit defeat and ask you for advice!"

Qi You lazily raised his amber-like eyes: "But I don't want to teach you."

Cui Luan: "..."

"Do you not want to or don't you dare." Cui Luan said angrily, "Are you afraid that no one will want your writing?"

Qi You was silent, and the classmates chatted a lot: "Ah You's handwriting is not something that ordinary people can see, let the common people judge, aren't you bullying him clearly?"

"Yes, yes, besides, Ayou's calligraphy has been hung high in the palace hall, and if it is spread in the market, wouldn't it be self-deprecating..."

Qi You looked at Cui Luan while whispering, and said lightly: "Okay, I will compare."

Qi You was fartted by the court's calligraphy masters with fancy rainbow farts, but he still couldn't believe it. This is also an opportunity to verify. They say that the eyes of the masses are discerning, and this method is very direct. , if his handwriting is tricky, then naturally no one will buy it.

The two immediately began to practice calligraphy, stroke by stroke, and each wrote twenty or thirty fans in a short time.

The boy waiting at the side hurried forward to take it, and sold it to passers-by along Guozijian Street after school.

Each fan is worth five taels of silver. Many people along the way were attracted and came to inquire.

Cui Luan's handwriting is elegant and handsome, while Qi You's handwriting is round and regular, they seem to be on par for a while.

Qi You and Wei Jiuchao looked at the crowd asking for prices not far away, clenched their fists with a little nervousness on their faces.

Cui Luan stood beside them, a trace of humiliation flashed across his face, he was actually competing with Qi You in handwriting, and couldn't win the competition for a while?

Cui Luan has always had a strong sense of unreality today, and for a while, he only felt that the world was spinning...

Before he finished sighing, the servant of the two of them ran over happily: "The result came out. It took half an hour for Mr. Qi to sell thirty fans. Mr. Cui took an incense stick of time longer than Mr. Qi. Master Qi narrowly won."

If Qi You wins by crushing, it will attract suspicion because it is too bizarre, but it happened to be a "narrow victory", and the people present immediately boiled.

Wei Jiuchao's eyes were flooded, and he immediately ran over to give Qi You a high-five: "Ah You, you win, you win, I say you will definitely do it!"

Zhao Zhao and He Er also rushed forward with their pens in hand to make fun of them: "Young Master Qi, do yourself a favor and write a few words for my buddies, and let us show them off."

Qi You's eyes were full of smiles, and he took the brush and stretched it out on Zhao Zhao's clothes, drawing a lifelike pig's head.

Zhao Zhao obediently waited for a while, and when he lowered his head and saw that it was this thing, he rushed over and wrestled with Qi You.

The setting sun was about to fall, and the sky was a bit gloomy. Beside the wall of the Imperial College, a tall man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. There was a bit of a smile at the corner of his mouth, which diluted the coldness around him.

"Your Majesty, the servant is right." The little eunuch boldly stretched out his head to ask for the reward: "After the young master returns to school, he will definitely have a contest with his classmates."

Yong Chi's robe was blown by the wind, he lowered his eyes to look at the fan in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, fortunately people around him reminded him that he arranged this matter seamlessly.

"Look how happy the young master is smiling." The people around him jokingly said, "I haven't seen the young master like this for several days."

Through the halo of the setting sun, Yong Chi's gaze was fixed on Qi You in the distance for a long time. If he had seen Qi You playing and laughing with his classmates in the past, he would have been displeased, but these days he always heard that Qi You was unhappy. However, seeing his clear eyes and bright smile, he felt inexplicably relaxed.

Alas, I can't take care of the subtle jealousy in my heart anymore, as long as his little Ayou can still jump up and down.

Yong Chi handed the fan to the eunuch, and said calmly: "You take the fan to the palace for safekeeping, and I have to go to Qi's house."

Everyone tacitly agreed yes, and naturally knew that His Majesty wanted to take advantage of the young master's happiness and go to Qi's house to show his face.

Qi You's gloomy mood in the past few days was swept away. He hummed a ditty all the way home from the Imperial College, recalling today's experience in his mind, hahahahaha, it must be that he had practiced traditional Chinese painting several times in his previous life, plus he practiced Chinese painting a few days ago. I found the composition of the words, and then I suddenly got the hang of it...

Both the court and the people like their own characters. Is this the legendary appeal to both refined and popular people?

If I had known that my handwriting was unique, I should have written and broadcast live in my previous life...

Qi You couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, especially when he recalled Cui Luan's expression of collapse after being devastated, he was so happy.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted triumphantly: "Father, brother, the rising star in the calligraphy world has returned."

He yelled several times, but in the end, let alone his father and brother, he didn't even see a servant, Qi You ran into the flower hall in a hurry: "Brother Daddy, are you there? I don't need to practice calligraphy anymore, the whole The imperial court praised my calligraphy, and I even sold calligraphy to make money, so let's have a glass of wine to celebrate."

The setting sun was setting, and the candles flickered slightly in the flower hall. It was very quiet, Qi You was a little puzzled, and was about to go out, when someone behind him said solemnly: "Young Master Qi is so beautiful."

A figure with a straight back appeared behind the screen, and a cold male voice sounded slightly lazy: "I don't know if I can ask you for a drink?"

Qi You looked back, Yong Chi was dressed in a black robe, and slowly walked out from behind the screen with his hands behind his hands, his sharp facial features were clearly distinguishable in the flickering candlelight.

Looking at each other, Qi You couldn't help taking two steps back, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty..."

The author has something to say: Chi Chi: Of course I have to hang the word "daughter-in-law" in my bedroom. They thought I was deceived by lies, but in fact, I stayed up all night to write those lies

Yoyo: So what you say about me is nonsense?

Chichi: I'm not, I didn't say

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