Jade of Rebirth

On the morning of February [-]nd, the calligraphy contest started at Qingtong Academy.

The calligraphy contest was presided over by Wu Miaoshui and others, so they would not be biased. Most of the participants were children of nobles who had learned calligraphy since childhood. There were only seven or eight people from poor families, and they were said to be the best in calligraphy. Some of them have acquired the charm of Yan Zhenqing, some have imitated Wang Xizhi, and some have formed their own family. In short, they are all outstanding.

Of course, Princess Zhao Yuli and Qin Fei, the young master of the Duke of Qin's mansion, are the most eye-catching. These two are famous teachers and apprentices with extraordinary identities, and the conflict between Qin Fei and Yuli and others in Guilanfang that day has long been It was spread in the capital that everyone knew that the two were not compatible, and they were secretly competing. So, whoever is better and who is less is naturally expected.

Therefore, there are a lot of onlookers today, not only the usual guests of Qingtong Academy, but also many who came to join in the show, such as Qin Fei's father, Qin Yue, who is sitting in the private room on the second floor, looking down from top to bottom Appreciate the game.Yuan Heng did not sit in the private room, but sat on the side with Wen Yuxue, Feng Ge and others, watching the competition nervously.Qi Liuyi and Fu Qishi were also sitting on the side, their faces were calm and calm, and they didn't know why they were so anxious.

Today's competition is like this, the first game, Pinzi, is to take out a piece of writing, let everyone tell who the handwriting is from, and tell the reason.If it is wrong, whoever made it will be considered eliminated, and will miss the next two games.

Yu Li sat down and glanced at Qin Fei beside him, only to see that the other party was full of ambition, as if he had won today's game.He raised the corners of his lips slightly and stopped looking at him.

"Please take a good look, this is the first painting." Wu Miaoshui opened the hanging scroll, and a song "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" slowly appeared. It also shows a bit of restraint, neither like Mi Fu's, nor Huang Tingjian's, nor Su Shi's, it is indeed very difficult to distinguish.

All the contestants below looked puzzled, and some even scratched their heads and looked dazed. Only Yu Li and Qin Fei looked at each other, and then each lowered their heads and wrote the answers on the paper.

After a stick of incense, Wu Miaoshui closed the scroll and said, "The time has come, please present your case files and give your answers."

After Qin Fei handed in the file, he said first, "This is the character of Cai Xiang in Song Dynasty."

As soon as his words fell, someone immediately retorted: "How is it possible? Cai Xiang's words are implicit and subtle, especially this kind of cursive, simple and graceful, how could it be possible to have such an aura of sharp swords and sharp swords?"

All the judges in the seat looked at Qin Fei with a smile on their faces.

Qin Fei calmly said with a smile: "That's because this is the Huangshan Valley that Cai Xiang imitated. Because of this, there is a bit of restraint in the chicness, and there is restraint in the sharp sword. This is because although I have imitated, but the characters of the writers are different, so the imitation can only imitate the shape, it is difficult to imitate the god.”

"That's right! It's Cai Xiang." Wu Miaoshui praised it very much, and opened the answer on the side. "This is indeed the only copy of Cai Xiang's work. Because it was lost in the early years, few people know about it."

Immediately there was a burst of applause from the surroundings, and the smile on Qin Fei's lips became more profound, and he slowly looked at Yu Li who was on the side.

Yu Li naturally refused to lag behind and smiled at him too.If he didn't know such a simple question, it would have been a waste of years of practicing calligraphy.

Sure enough, among the answers submitted by everyone, except Qin Fei, only Yu Li and the other four were correct, but one of them was correct, but he didn't explain the reason. It was obviously a guess, so he was also eliminated.

Entering the next round, the second round is about copying. The referee took out a pair of characters whose author was not known, and asked five people to copy. In this round, the two who copied the most unscrupulously were eliminated, and only three people were selected.

For calligraphy practitioners, copying is the basic skill, but the problem is that the more proficient the calligraphy skills are, the more they have their own personal style, and the harder it is to copy others, not to mention copying the characters of an unknown person. It's not everyone, the more difficult it is.

At the beginning of the competition, Yuli did not start to write quickly like the others, but carefully observed the words on it. The words were very strange. It's very clumsy, and he hasn't figured out the mystery after looking at it for a long time.

Feng Ge, who was watching the game at the side, was a little anxious, and whispered: "What's wrong with Yuli? Why is everyone busy writing, and he is still watching alone? If you don't hurry up, what should you do if you don't have time?"

Wen Yuxue comforted him: "Shh, don't talk, A Li must have his own ideas."

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, Yuli began to bury his head in writing. Although he was the last one to write, he was the first to complete it. Moreover, when people copy, they often have to look up at the words being copied, but he kept his head buried. Write it yourself, don't even look at the referenced words.

Even Qin Fei looked at him suspiciously.

When the time came, the five young servants held the characters of the five people in their hands and showed them to everyone. When everyone looked at them, they found that two of them were the most similar, especially Yuli's, which could almost be mistaken for the real one. When it comes to the real one, apart from the fact that the ink marks are new and old, it is completely impossible to tell which one is the original and which one is a copy.

University scholar Bai Minzhong stroked the beard on his chin and looked at Yuli with a smile, and asked, "Your Highness, how can you copy it so realistically? I wonder if there is a trick?"

I saw a smile on Yuli's pretty face, revealing two dimples: "It's not difficult, I didn't write immediately just now, just because of doubts, why these characters are clearly self-contained, vigorous and thick, with an old-fashioned style, but they also show It was a bit clumsy, but later I remembered that when I was learning calligraphy for the first time, someone held my hand and taught me hand in hand, so the obviously beautiful characters appeared a bit clumsy and stagnant.” He said this, looking sideways Looking at Yuan Heng, who was watching the game from the sidelines, the two looked at each other tacitly.

He turned his head and said again: "So I guess, this handwriting must be written by a beautiful handwriting person holding a beginner's hand slowly. If you write with this kind of brushwork, you will be able to copy it most closely. .”

The academician Bai Minzhong laughed loudly after hearing this, and said: "It's true, the princess is worthy of being Duke Qi's disciple, this word was written by the old minister holding his grandson's hand."

After hearing this, everyone praised Yuli for his meticulous observation and intelligence.

Yu Li was neither arrogant nor impetuous, still smiling, first he and Yuan Heng looked at each other sweetly, and then inadvertently met Qin Fei's eyes again, Qin Fei was obviously very jealous of his strength, the pride he had just now had all gone Concentrating, it must be because he has really faced up to his strength.

Soon, the third round will begin.In the third round, there were only three people left, Yuli, Qin Fei, and Sun Yunfan, the grandson of Dali Temple Chancellor Sun Zan. The result of this round is the real calligraphy...

Write down Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", and seal the name after writing, and ask the judges to comment on the structure, style, charm, etc. of the word.

As soon as the gong of the game sounded, the whole hall fell silent, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.