Ye Hong also heard Zeng Taoyin's name from another place.
Before Ye Hong came to Bailu City, Qin Hongshuang started to organize Ye Shi first.
Qin Hongshuang originally wanted Zeng Taoyin to inscribe the word "night food" on the door.
However, the reputation of Night Eating was not yet apparent at that time, and all the letters sent by Qin Hongshuang to Zeng Taoyin fell into disarray.
In desperation, Qin Hongshuang could only find a local master in Bailu City to write the inscription.
This has also been Qin Hongshuang's regret.
Ye Hong didn't expect to see Zeng Taoyin in such a situation.
Meeting such a big shot with an eccentric temper, no wonder Wei Hongshu was so anxious that he asked Secretary Zhang to rush Yehong, presumably because he was worried about causing Zeng Taoyin's displeasure.
but.
Ye Hong already felt that Zeng Taoyin was in a bad mood.
"Old Zeng, I have admired your name for a long time."
Ye Hong sat on the futon and said hello in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Zeng Taoyin frowned, his eyes full of doubts: "Are you the Ye Hong who was praised to the extreme by Duke Wei
Apart from her good-looking face, that's all.
I thought it was some monster with three heads and six arms. "
Hearing the sarcasm in Zeng Taoyin's mouth, Ye Hong couldn't help but frowned unhappily.
But he didn't want to care about anything.
Firstly, it was to give Wei Hongshu face, and secondly, after all, the old man was famous for his eccentric temper, so there was no need to argue with him.
Wei Hongshu praised Ye Hong with a smile.
"Mr. Zeng didn't know that although this son was not prominent in the literary world, he had done many great things in other circles.
It is difficult to reveal the specific details, but he is by no means the mediocre person Zeng Gong imagined. "
"Hmph! It's not convenient to reveal it
It is difficult for a sneaky person to enter the elegant hall!
That’s all, I’ll just pretend I’ve never seen this person today. "
Zeng Taoyin's expression became even more disdainful.
Wei Hongshu couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart when he saw Ye Hong's face getting uglier.
He hurriedly took Zeng Taoyin's hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Zeng, I guarantee in my name that this son has excellent talent. If Mr. Zeng is willing to accept him as a disciple, he will never let your [Zeng Feng Cursive Script] be lost." People inherit.”
Wei Hongshu's words stunned both Ye Hong and Zeng Taoyin.
Ye Hong couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. Wei Hongshu's trip was actually to get Zeng Tao to accept him as his disciple.
It seems that this old man has not given up on wanting to draw him into the literary world.
As for Zeng Taoyin, Wei Hongshu touched on the sore point.
Zeng Feng's cursive calligraphy is a unique calligraphy style that Zeng Taoyin is proud of.
He has also accepted disciples over the years, but none of them can fully write the charm of Zeng Fengcao's calligraphy.
Zeng Taoyin was so angry that he kicked all those disciples out of the house.
This is also one of the reasons for Zeng Taoyin's weird temper.
Now seeing his close friend Wei Hongshu speak so firmly, Zeng Taoyin felt a little shaken in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Hong, and said calmly: "Don't say that I don't give young people face.
For the sake of Duke Wei, I will give you a chance.
You write a calligraphy work on the spot.
If you can reach the eighty-point mark in my mind, I will accept you as my disciple.
how? "
Want to become your teacher
Who cares? !
Ye Hong smiled disdainfully in his heart, but suddenly an idea came up that made this arrogant old man crazy.
He pretended to be moved and said seriously: "In this case, this junior will show his shame."
Seeing that things had turned around, Wei Hongshu was in a happy mood and quickly asked Secretary Zhang to prepare a pen and paper.
Holding the fine Lingnan Pekoe brush brought by Secretary Zhang in his hand, and looking at the fine Yinzhou rice paper in front of him, Ye Hong felt calm in his heart.
He glanced at Wei Hongshu's calligraphy hanging on the wall from the corner of his eyes, his heart moved slightly, and he picked up the pen to write.
(End of chapter)