Xiao Zimu was slightly startled and thought carefully about it. After everyone at the Lantern Festival had dispersed, he sent Xia Chu back home. The two of them were silent on the way, so he picked a topic to chat with.
Xia Chu did tell him at that time that Ruoshui could also write in regular script.
But later, when they exchanged letters, Xia Chu always wrote in wild cursive writing, and he had long forgotten this small talk.
Furthermore…
How can this be called being able to write
He had just looked carefully at Xia Chu's Ruoshui regular script. Without years of skills, it would be impossible to write such a good Ruoshui calligraphy.
Xiao Zimu was not only happy, but also shocked.
He looked at Xia Chu's beautiful profile, and he was filled with emotion. How on earth could the boy in front of him, who was only fourteen years old, be able to write two completely different handwritings and learn them so well...
Kong Changhui, Jing Qibin and Feng Zhen in the hall had already identified it and sent it to the court officials on the right for circulation through the Yamen servants.
Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin concluded that this must not be written by one person.
Just looking at the two fonts, they are both popular. Xia Chu’s Ruoshui Xiaokai has at least ten years of experience.
The wild cursive handwriting that Su Qianle presented was better than Ruoshui's regular script, and he couldn't write such handwriting in twenty years.
Jing Qibin and Kong Changhui even wondered whether Su Qianle was uneducated in writing. Otherwise, he would not have used such wild cursive handwriting to identify it as written by Xia Chu.
It's a pity that such a talented calligrapher wrote such a sentence of collaboration with the enemy and treason.
After reading the two words, Feng Zhen looked at Xiao Yanjun with a disappointed look on his face, and shook his head slightly at him.
Xiao Yanjun's eyes widened, and then he looked at the courtiers who were circulating. Seeing them sighing and shaking their heads, his heart sank, and he turned to look at Su Qianle, who was kneeling in the hall.
Su Qianle knelt down in the hall and apparently heard the discussion between Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin. She looked shocked and turned to look at Xia Chu in disbelief.
Xia Chu just glanced at her coldly and stopped looking at her, looking up at Xiao Yanjun.
Xiao Yanjun looked in the direction of Su Qianle towards Xia Chu, met his eyes, and saw that he silently said two words to him: "Thank you."
Xiao Yanjun frowned. Xia Chu thanked him
Thank him for what
How did he know that Xia Chu was thanking him in his previous life.
It was precisely because Xiao Yanjun in his previous life felt that his handwriting was too arrogant and unruly after seeing it. Unworthy of her status as a princess, she forced him to choose a famous book and practice calligraphy again.
It was only because of him that Xia Chuhui had reluctantly learned Ruoshui Xiaokai, but a strange combination of circumstances overturned the original ironclad evidence...
The two letters were circulated among the courtiers, and there were many voices praising the calligraphy and saying that it was definitely not written by one person.
Xu Wanjun, the Minister of Household Affairs, and Xie Jiming, the Minister of Rites, looked at each other, and both of them saw the relief on the other side...
Just now, Xiao Zimu went over and took Xia Chu's wrist, looking like he was ready to rush out. It really scared the two of them to death.
When the two letters reached Xu Wanjun, he went to Xie Jiming to read them together.
Xu Wanjun held Xia Chu's Ruoshui small regular script, and Xie Jiming held the Kuangcao Zhang. They connected the two letters together, compared and commented, and praised them repeatedly.
"Little Marquis grew up in the mountains. I didn't expect Xi to be such a good calligrapher." Xu Wanjun sighed to Xie Jiming.
"Yes, if you look at his words in the whole capital, no one can match him." Xie Jiming's usually expressionless face also showed a sense of appreciation that could not be concealed.
"Master Jie, I thought you were always outspoken and never flattered." Xu Wanjun said jokingly.
Although the Ruoshui small regular script in his hand has become popular, if there is no one in the capital that can surpass it, then it must be the wild cursive in his hand, which is worthy of its name.
"Everything I say is true. There is no flattery. Have you ever seen calligraphy that is more exquisite than the wild cursive painting in my hand?" Xie Jiming's tone became obviously colder.
"But..." Xu Wanjun looked at the Kuangcao in his hand, then raised the Ruoshui regular script in his hand, and smiled at him and said: "The one in my hand is the calligraphy treasure of the young Marquis, and the one in your hand is Su Qian's." Happy to come up."
Jie Jiming's usually calm face suddenly collapsed, and he asked with a shocked expression: "Isn't this Kuangcao in my hand the young Marquis's calligraphy treasure?"
Xu Wanjun shook his head repeatedly: "Are you kidding me? What do you think about that Zhang Kuangcao? He has at least twenty years of experience in calligraphy. The young Marquis is just a little more advanced. What's more, the Yamen just said that Ruoshui's regular script is what the Young Marquis just taught." Zhongsuo Shu."
Only then did Xie Jiming take a serious look at the letter in Xu Wanjun's hand. The pen and ink were indeed fresh. So, this Ruoshui regular script was really written by Xia Chu just now.
Xie Jiming looked at the Kuangcao in his hand again, and his mind was shaken. He had seen this word before...
At the beginning of the year, it was precisely because Bingwen gave him a handwritten letter with such handwriting that he followed Bingwen to stay at Shuangsheng Inn. After Xia Chu returned to Beijing, he personally admitted that the letter was written by him.
Xie Jiming didn't know what was going on.
But he knew that Xia Chu lied...
Xu Wanjun saw that his face was dazed and he called twice but there was no response. The courtiers behind him were still urging him to read it, so he had no choice but to gently take out the sloppy letter from Xie Jiming's hand and handed it to the back to pass it on.
Jie Jiming was in a daze and had no idea what happened next.
He was in a deep dilemma whether to stand up and expose Xia Chu's lies...
After everyone circulated it and everyone confirmed that these two pictures were definitely not written by the same person, Xu Wanjun turned to Jie Ji, the only one who did not speak and was stunned, and said: "Master Jie, are you interested in the person who wrote it?" Is this a stupid person who cherishes his talents and is so unhappy?"
Jie Jiming opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
Xu Wanjun looked like he understood, nodded to him and said: "Actually, I also think that although the letter says about military training, it may not be sent to King Hu. There is no title at the top and no signature seal at the bottom. It looks like an ordinary letter home."
Jie Jiming was awakened by his words, his eyes lit up, and he asked him as if seeking comfort: "Master Xu, do you think this is a misunderstanding?"
Xu Wanjun sneered, his expression full of contempt: "That Su Qianle is full of lies, I don't believe her nonsense."
Xie Jiming believed these words deeply and gradually calmed down to think. Even if Xia Chu had lied, Su Qianle had fabricated the story about Xia Chu persecuting their siblings from the beginning. The motive was even more shameful and the purpose was obviously impure.
After comparing the two sides, Xie Jiming finally made up his mind and remained silent for the time being. He would find a chance to ask questions later...
(End of chapter)