After grinding the ink, Xiao Fei put down the ink ingot. At this time, Qiao Ruolan's maid had already grinded the ink. Du Xinmin was watching Xiao Fei's slow swallowing. Xiao Fei was deliberately delaying time.
Seeing Xiao Fei stop, Du Xinmin couldn't wait to ask: "Cousin Fei, can we start?"
Xiao Fei smiled faintly, ignored her, looked at Qiao Ruolan, and said, "Cousin Lan, how about we start now?"
Qiao Ruolan agreed, and the maids laid out the paper for them. They each picked up a wolf brush, dipped it in ink, and started to write separately.
The picture of one hundred longevity is to write one hundred different shapes of "shou" characters. In Dayu, the picture of one hundred longevity is often used as a gift to congratulate the elders on their birthdays. Many girls on the scene have also written pictures of one hundred longevity , However, it’s not as fast as it is now. You can slowly select the appropriate font or copybook and copy it slowly. In order to write each longevity character beautifully, it often takes a long time.
It is still very difficult to write a hundred "shou" characters out of thin air like this moment, and it becomes more and more difficult to write as you go to the end.
Since Xiao Fei and Qiao Ruolan are called the Shuangshu of Southern Xinjiang, both of them have outstanding calligraphy skills. After writing down the pen, they wrote several "shou" characters in one go. The first few are all common fonts. Seal script, official script, running script, cursive script...
After the two of them wrote more than a dozen, some relatively seldom-used fonts began to appear, such as Han Dingwen, Xiaoli, Guli...
The girls onlookers became more and more excited, and began to comment on certain fonts. This one said Xiao Fei's cursive writing was majestic, and that one said Miss Qiao's Xiao Li was neat and beautiful. It was so lively.
Hua Huiyu pointed to Xiao Fei's book case and said to the friend beside him: "This Feibai book has silky white strokes horizontally and vertically, and the flying brush is broken white. It is dry and moist, and it looks like it is made with a dry brush. It is wonderful!"
During the speech, seeing Xiao Fei retracting the pen and dipping it in the ink, Hua Huiyu was more and more impressed. Xiao Fei was very accurate in judging the remaining ink on the nib of the pen, which is why she was able to write this Feibai so beautifully.
However, within an hour of incense sticks, the two girls have each written nearly 30 characters of "Shou". The characters are smooth and free-spirited. No matter if it is Xiao Fei or Qiao Ruolan, there are not many girls in southern Xinjiang who can match them with only thirty or so "longevity" characters.
The girls whispered to each other, and many admiring eyes turned to Xiao Fei. Most of the girls here are not fools. Today, Qiao Ruolan took the initiative to challenge the Princess Concubine, and Du Xinmin was playing drums at the side. The two obviously sang together and wanted to catch the Concubine by surprise. Who knew that Xiao Fei would come out to challenge.
Qiao Ruolan said that she meant to write a picture of a hundred years of life like Xiao Fei, but since Qiao Ruolan proposed this challenge, she must have a plan in mind, after all, one hundred characters cannot be written casually. In contrast, Xiao Fei started writing without any preparation, and it is really admirable to be able to behave like this!
After figuring this out, many girls moved towards Xiao Fei's side. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people on Qiao Ruolan's side...
How could Qiao Ruolan not notice this, but at this moment, she could only continue writing.
The process of watching other people's writing is actually extremely boring. When Xiao Fei and Qiao Ruolan wrote sixty or seventy "shou" characters, many people felt bored and dispersed one after another. Of course, there were still some who were interested in calligraphy or wanted to borrow it. The girl who wanted to please Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei stayed here.
This silent competition is still going on, and as the number of words increases, the writing speed of the two has become slower and slower.
Like a magpie, Que'er looked at this side and that side for a while, and whispered to Nangong Yue about the situation on both sides from time to time. Although the comparison between the two is not about who can write faster, but the speed of pen writing actually shows the state of the two girls to a certain extent, so Qiao Ruolan, who was prepared in advance, obviously wrote a few words faster than Xiao Fei, and at one point even He was about ten characters ahead of Xiao Fei, but Xiao Fei kept on playing steadily, not in a hurry, and gradually narrowed the gap to four or five characters.
Nangong Yue looked at Xiao Fei who was concentrating on writing, with a smile on her face.
After another cup of tea, Qiao Ruolan was the first to finish writing. She let out a long sigh of relief, and sweat was already dripping from the corners of her forehead. Although she is confident and confident that she can complete the hundred fonts, it is really not easy to complete the hundred fonts, and it is even more difficult to write the hundred fonts well. Each font has its own unique Construct, style and brushwork, she has to give her full attention and not take it lightly.
It's finally done! The corner of Qiao Ruolan's mouth curled up slightly, and he glanced roughly at the completed picture of Baishou.
Du Xinmin on the side kept counting, and when he counted to "one hundred", he was very excited and shouted: "One hundred 'shou' characters! Cousin Lan is finished!"
As she said that, Du Xinmin looked at Xiao Fei triumphantly, as if Qiao Ruolan's painting of a hundred years of life was completed by her!
Seeing Xiao Fei still buried in her studies, Qiao Ruolan's eyes flashed a smug light, but her face was still reserved and elegant, looking calm and breezy.
She was going to see how many words Xiao Fei had written, and the next moment, Xiao Fei also finished writing. Qiao Ruolan's gaze paused on the faint smile on Xiao Fei's mouth, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xiao Fei has also finished? ...how is this possible? !
Xiao Fei gracefully placed the Langhao brush in her hand on the pen rest, without hurrying. The girls around Xiao Fei seemed even more excited than Xiao Fei herself:
"It's done! Miss Xiao is done!"
"No... Isn't this only ninety-nine characters for 'shou'? Could it be that I counted it wrong?"
A girl immediately teased: "It's not that you counted wrong, it's that you're blind! Can you take a closer look?"
"These ninety-nine characters for 'shou' form a big character for 'shou'..." The girl suddenly realized, after all, this is also a common pattern in Baishou pictures, but she didn't expect Xiao Fei to compete It's just time to put pen to paper so boldly and carefully.
Hearing this, Qiao Ruolan finally couldn't help looking at Xiao Fei's book case.
At this time, everyone noticed that none of the ninety-nine small "Shou" characters used the most common block letters, but these "Shou" characters were put together to form a large "Shou" character that was in block letters. Not only is it filled with a hundred characters of "longevity", but none of the characters are repeated. This is indeed more labor-intensive than Qiao Ruolan's picture of a hundred longevity.
This picture of a hundred years of life was like a hundred needles piercing Qiao Ruolan's eyes, and her pupils shrank involuntarily. Xiao Fei is really done! And it's done better than her.
Qiao Ruolan clenched her fists tightly.
She had thought well at first that she had to win the show in order to regain her face in this match, but she didn't expect that it would end like this.
Xiao Fei actually managed to write a hundred birthday characters in such a short period of time... It seems that her luck is really bad today. Xiao Fei must have written the picture of a hundred years of life recently, so today she changed her style of the past and boldly challenged it.
It must be so!
There was a hint of mischief in Qiao Ruolan's eyes. At this moment, Xiao Fei also looked at Qiao Ruolan. The two girls looked at each other, and the girls around seemed to be able to see sparks radiating from the intersection of their eyes.
Xiao Fei smiled faintly: "Cousin Lan, although the hundred-year-old picture is finished, I still feel a little unsatisfactory. Why don't we continue writing?"
Xiao Fei spoke calmly, but the meaning behind the words was clearly provoking Qiao Ruolan.
It seems that Qiao Ruolan really angered Xiao Fei this time. Those girls secretly exchanged glances, they didn't expect that today's good show is not over yet...
Qiao Ruolan was also a little surprised by Xiao Fei's proactive provocation, but continued to write... There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes.
But Du Xinmin's eyes lit up, and he thought: Xiao Fei is so stupid to take the initiative to give the opportunity to her door!
Du Xinmin couldn't wait to turn her head and said to Qiao Ruolan: "Cousin Lan, it's a rare event for the show, why don't you and Cousin Fei continue to discuss each other? We can benefit together!"
What Du Xinmin said was high-sounding, but Qiao Ruolan's face froze with anger, and she secretly blamed the other party in her heart.
But now Qiao Ruolan is already in a difficult situation, she can only smile reservedly: "Then I will ask Cousin Fei to give me some advice!"
The two maids laid out the paper for them again, and then the second daughter took the pen again.
All the girls knew that this time was the real test. After a hundred fonts, how many fonts can there be
Tadpole script, Yi Zhuan script, ancient bronze script...
Just thinking about it out of thin air, the girls also felt that they really couldn't think of a few.
However, in this short period of time, Xiao Fei quickly wrote about a dozen more. On the other side, Qiao Ruolan was already sweating profusely, and her hesitant pen stopped in mid-air. She had only written six characters for "Shou", and her mind was blank, and she couldn't think of any other fonts.
Du Xinmin seemed more anxious than Qiao Ruolan. On the one hand, she lowered her voice to let Qiao Ruolan think about it, and on the other hand, she secretly scolded Qiao Ruolan for being useless!
Qiao Ruolan's pen finally landed on the paper, but there was no movement for a long time, the ink marks blurred from the tip of her pen on the paper, from the inside to the outside, from dark to light, the more the dye became bigger, the white paper was set against the black ink It was extremely dazzling... Finally, Qiao Ruolan dropped the pen, and a splash of ink splashed out.
Xiao Fei continued to write, and after seven or eight more, she seemed to notice that Qiao Ruolan hadn't continued, and she put away the pen with a still unsatisfied feeling.
It is already clear at a glance who wins and who loses, who is strong and who is weak.
Although there are rumors that Xiao Fei is talented and knowledgeable, many girls have never seen Xiao Fei at all, and naturally they don't know her real talent, but Qiao Ruolan is different, she can often be seen competing with other girls in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her talent is famous. Famous in southern Xinjiang. Gradually, some girls only regarded Xiao Fei as the eldest daughter of the palace, so she and Qiao Ruolan could become the twin sisters of Southern Xinjiang.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Fei's only shot was to suppress Qiao Ruolan's limelight without any suspense.
Many girls didn't say anything, but they were undoubtedly shocked in their hearts!
Qiao Ruolan's face was pale. She knew that today's events would soon be spread out. At that time, everyone would know that Qiao Ruolan failed to challenge the Crown Princess, but was defeated by Xiao Fei instead...
Nanjiang Shuangshu... She didn't like this name at first, and hated that everyone compared her with Xiao Fei, but she didn't expect that she would become Xiao Fei's defeat today.
Perhaps in the future, no one will mention "Shuangshu in Southern Xinjiang" again.
Qiao Ruolan's body trembled slightly, and she didn't know whether it was because of anger or regret. She seemed to see everyone whispering and pointing at her. She bit her lower lip tightly, and suddenly ran out of the hall without looking back.
She has no face to stay here anymore!
Du Xinmin hesitated for a moment, then followed her out.
But at this moment, no one cared about them anymore, everyone gathered around Xiao Fei's desk, looking at the picture of a hundred years of life in admiration.
Hua Hui said the same thing, she stared at it for a long time, and sincerely praised: "Miss Xiao, this picture of a hundred years of life is really wonderful, there are several fonts I have never seen before. Please forgive me for being bold, may I Let me copy it?"
Xiao Fei readily agreed.
After Hua Huiyu thanked Xiao Fei, she carefully read all the characters for "Shou" written by Xiao Fei, and the more she read it, the more amazed she became.
Hua Hui didn't know how to ask questions, so she pointed to the fonts she didn't know and asked, "Miss Xiao, I don't know what fonts these are?"
Xiao Fei answered them one by one with a smile: "This is the fin scribe... This is Jubaowen... This is the book on birds and insects." When I wrote it, I had an idea, and replaced these few rare fonts into this picture of Baishou.
"It turns out that the concubine Shizi is also a master of calligraphy!" Hua Huiyu looked at Nangong Yue with respect in her eyes. She felt that the concubine Shizi was eloquent and talented during the small banquet in Bixiao Hall last time.
Xiao Fei interjected: "Sister-in-law knows a lot more things than me!"
She said it casually, and other girls think about it too. How can I say that the concubine Shizi is also the daughter of the century-old Nangong family, and her talent, learning and character are naturally not comparable to ordinary women. For a moment, the girls all looked at Nangong Yue with respect.
Hua Huiyu blessed Fushen, and said with a straight face: "I wonder if the concubine Shizi can give some advice to the little girl?"
Nangong Yue smiled sweetly and said, "I don't dare to teach you. Only by communicating with each other can we benefit from each other."
"Then ask the concubine Shizi for advice." Hua Huiyu smiled brighter, Xiao Fei stepped back a few steps, and gave Hua Huiyu the desk, with a little impatient face. I want to see how the words written in Huahui language compare with her paintings.
Hua Huiyu picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and wrote four characters in one go on a new piece of rice paper.
The flowers in Huahui language are delicate and soft, but her calligraphy is completely different from the paintings, wild and uninhibited.
She writes in cursive.
"Thousands of miles away..." A girl looked at it for a long time, and finally recognized the remaining three words.
Cursive script is scribbled and wild, and is often difficult to recognize. There was a joke in the previous dynasty. A cursive script master was very excited. After writing half a poem, he drank a pot of wine. The words of the book are gone.
Nangong Yue looked at it for a moment, then said, "Miss Hua, are you copying Cao Sheng Zhang Xu's copybook?"
Hua Huiyu's eyes were piercing, and he nodded hurriedly: "I've been practicing for more than half a year."
Nangong Yue pondered for a while and said: "Miss Hua, your writing skills are extremely powerful, and you have already entered the threshold of cursive script, but..."
The girls were all a little surprised. In their opinion, Hua Huiyu's cursive script was tactful and unpredictable, which was quite good, but Shi Zifei said that she was just getting started.
Nangong Yue continued: "The beauty of cursive script is that it can be done easily and in one go, which makes people feel happy. Master Zhang is bold and unrestrained, and likes to drink. He often picks up his pen and ink when he is drunk. Miss Hua, the so-called ' Words are like a person', your temper is like Master Zhang?"
Hua Huiyu was thoughtful, she learned cursive handwriting only because she thought Zhang Xu's cursive handwriting was extremely beautiful, but she didn't expect whether it would be suitable for her, and she was a little bit delusional.
Hua Huiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes became clearer. She blessed herself and said: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. Thank you, Shi Zifei, for your guidance."
Nangong Yue smiled, seeing that she had realized it, she clicked on it.
While talking, a round-faced woman in green clothes walked quickly from outside the hall, she blessed all the girls, and said clearly: "Shizi Concubine, girls, the poetry meeting at Zhuoxiu Pavilion will be held soon." It's about to start in a quarter of an hour, I don't know if everyone wants to go and have a look?"
Xiao Fei looked puzzled, "Poetry meeting?"
Although there will be a poetry meeting in every promotion show, for Xiao Fei, she only cares about the exhibits every year, and really doesn't pay much attention to the so-called poetry meeting. And all Nangong Yue's understanding of the Zhuoxiuhui came from Xiao Fei, and she was a little at a loss at the moment.
Seeing this, Miss Hua explained a thing or two with a smile.
It turned out to be a regular event of the Zhuo Xiuhui... Nangong Yue nodded slightly. Although she was not very interested, since someone came to invite her, she agreed.
When the other girls learned that the time for the poetry meeting was approaching, they also bid farewell to Nangong Yue one by one. They had to reconcile with their elders and go there together.
After the book case was packed, Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei followed the woman in Tsing Yi out of the Tianxi Hall.
They walked along the Chaoshou veranda, bypassed the pond they had passed before, and passed a garden and several pavilions. The woman in Tsing Yi pointed to a jade-built attic with carved railings in front of her and said, "Concubine Shizi , Miss, that is Zhuoxiu Pavilion."
Xiao Fei naturally knew about Zhuoxiu Pavilion, so she took the initiative to introduce it to Nangong Yue. For example, this Zhuoxiu Pavilion has a history of one hundred years. Xiao Fei's small face was full of brilliance again.
There are two floors in the Zhuoxiu Pavilion. The woman did not take them into the pavilion through the main entrance, but walked around to the side stairs. She also knew that Nangong Yue had just arrived in Southern Xinjiang, so she was afraid of dissatisfaction, so she hurriedly explained: "Concubine Shizi, Today is the poetry meeting, and those scholars are all on the first floor, so to avoid collisions, I can only invite the two of you to go here." As she spoke, she added, "The handrails of the corridor on the second floor have been covered with tulle. You two can sit behind the curtain and watch."
Nangong Yue nodded slightly when she heard the words.
It was already late for Nangong Yue and her group to arrive. There were already many people sitting in the corridor on the second floor. When they saw Nangong Yue coming up, they all got up and saluted.
Nangong Yue raised her hand to signal "Excuse me", and went to the north to sit in the honored guest seat, while Xiao Fei sat on her right hand side.
Zhuoxiu Pavilion is a back-shaped building. From the corridors on the four sides of the second floor, you can directly overlook the hall on the first floor, which is clear at a glance.
At this moment, dozens of pear wood desks are placed in the hall, and behind each desk sits a young student, and around the hall are armchairs and desks, where the male guests watch the game .
Ye Yinming was sitting behind a desk in the second row, and looked up at the direction of the guest of honor on the second floor. The translucent tulle fluttered slightly in the draft, and a few women could be vaguely seen standing or standing behind the tulle.
Ye Yinming's heartbeat quickened by two beats, what my sister said was right, Miss Xiao really came!
The voices of other students whispering came from all around:
"That's the seat of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. Could it be that the Crown Princess and the girl from the Palace are here?"
"Then I must behave well..."
"Forget it. With Master Xuan Zhuyu by his side, who can match his talent!"
"I heard that there is a Mr. Ye from Qingmao Academy who is quite appreciated by the prince. He should also be very talented and knowledgeable."
"..."
For a while, several eyes looked at Ye Yinming. He felt a little complacent, straightened his back subconsciously, and couldn't help but look forward to the right.
It was a young man wearing a blue brocade robe with cloud patterns, and his black hair was tied behind his head with a bamboo knotted hosta.
It was the first time for Ye Yinming to meet this young master Xuan, but the other party's talent and reputation had long been known.
This Mr. Xuan's name is Xuan Ming, he is the son of Xuan family, a scholarly family in southern Xinjiang, and he is also the most famous talent in Wanmu Academy in recent years.
Ye Yinming had read Xuanming's articles and poems, and he was indeed very talented. Of course, I will never lose to him!
The problem is that under the premise that the two talents are equally talented, Xuan Ming definitely has a greater advantage than himself. Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. When the two talents are similar, it depends on the examiner's preference.
The judges of the promotion show are basically people from Wanmu Academy, which means that in today's poetry meeting, Xuanming must have a greater advantage than himself.
Ye Yinming narrowed his eyes slightly. Originally, the Zhuoxiu Society was not an imperial examination, and he didn't take it to heart that the victory or defeat of this kind of poetry society was just a momentary glory.
But now Xiao Fei is...
He knew Xiao Fei, he knew Xiao Fei was good, but Xiao Fei didn't know him yet, let alone his talents.
Xiao Fei's talent is so outstanding, ordinary people will definitely not be able to catch her eyes, if this time, he loses to Xuan Ming, then wouldn't he be obliterated by everyone and unable to impress Xiao Fei? !
Ye Yinming's hands clenched into fists unconsciously in his sleeves, and a tangle flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and all eyes in the pavilion turned to the entrance on the first floor.
I saw an old man in his sixties coming in surrounded by five or six men. The old man was wearing a royal blue silk gown, of medium stature. Although he was sixty years old, his waist was straight. A pair of eyes are shining.
"Shan Zhang!"
"Master Yu Shan!"
Many students in the lobby stood up, most of these people were students of Wanmu Academy, and a few were students or literati from other academies, who simply admired the knowledge and personality of the head of the mountain.
This old man is Yu Shanzhang of Wanmu Academy.
Yu Shanchang smiled and nodded to everyone, and then he and the accompanying people went to the judging booth and took their seats.
After everyone sat down again, Master Yu Shan cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome everyone, it's really a great event for talented people from southern Xinjiang to gather here today! I discussed it with all the gentlemen of the academy. Well, in order to add to the fun of the poetry club, the leader of today's poetry club has an extra prize."
There was an instant commotion in the Zhuoxiu Pavilion. The guests watching the game on the first and second floors were whispering to each other and casting curious glances at Yu Shanchang. Judging from Yu Shanzhang's traditional style, the lottery he mentioned is definitely not an ordinary lottery.
Yu Shan paused for a moment, looked around the crowd, his eyes were piercing, and he continued loudly: "I will recommend the leader of today's Poetry Association to study in the Imperial College of the Royal Capital for a year, and he will be exempted from training..."
Ye Yinming couldn't believe his ears, and he was so excited: If he could go to the Imperial College to study, he would be able to travel three thousand miles in a day, and he could pave the way for his future in the Imperial College - those who can study in the Imperial College Most of them are the children of famous families with extraordinary talents. These people will be of great help to his imperial examination path and his official career in the future.
This poetry meeting will not only affect his love, but also his future!
Thinking about it, Ye Yinming's heart felt a little hot, and he said to himself, he can't lose! He must not lose to Xuanming!
Ye Yinming raised his eyes to look at Xuan Ming, who was in the front right, and a firm and sharp light flashed in his eyes.
He knew the topic earlier than Xuanming... This is his biggest advantage!
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The show will end tomorrow...
Happy Easter girls!