"Okay!" Luo Rui said. The people from the Empire stopped immediately, and the people from the Alliance also stopped.
After calming down, Luo Rui looked at Mu Qingxin and said, "Mu Qingxin's handwriting is very beautiful. I think her writing is better than mine. I lost."
"Rory!"
"Second brother!"
"His Royal Highness the Second Prince..."
The people in the Empire looked at Luo Rui in shock. They didn't expect Luo Rui to admit defeat consciously. The Alliance was also stunned. They didn't expect the people in the Empire to admit defeat so readily.
Mu Qingxin also looked at Luo Rui in surprise. She looked up and saw Luo Rui staring straight at her. Mu Qingxin felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't like others giving in without even arguing, as if she had done something. Yes, he said, "No, you didn't lose!"
At this time, everyone's eyes were on Mu Qingxin, and the people in the alliance were even more anxious. Don't let this silly girl be deceived, what should I do if she just gives up
"In fact, how to appreciate calligraphy works? Is there a specific standard for calligraphy appreciation? This is a question often asked by people who care about and love calligraphy. In short, it can be answered with a sentence from an ancient person: "The standard of learning, It can be used as a standard for appreciation."
Therefore, in today’s calligraphy competition, everyone agreed that there were two works, but which one is better and which one is worse? This cannot be distinguished, because words are like people. Everyone's words have different characteristics, and everyone's appreciation is also different. So you have not lost, and I certainly have not lost. If possible, we can interact with each other. Learn and continue to make progress together! "
"Okay! Well said! Haha... I also feel that in today's calligraphy competition, both of them wrote very well. I can't tell who is better and who is worse. They are both good!" Haqilin said in agreement, feeling relieved at the same time. His tone gave Mu Qingxin a big thumbs up in his heart.
Just now when Luo Rui took the initiative to admit defeat, Haqilin was not happy. His admission was like a charity. Did their alliance owe this victory? Besides, winning or losing is not up to you. Do you want to lose? No! Mu Qingxin's words just solved this problem. In this case, it's a draw. No loss, no win. Anyway, we won one more round than you, haha!
The final result of the calligraphy competition was a draw! Everyone agreed with this result, and they were happy to see it. The people in the empire were even more relieved. Fortunately, the second prince did not insist on losing. If he continued to lose, this friendly match would really be lost! ! !
"Um... Mu Qingxin, the competition is over, can you tell us what you mean by what you wrote?"
At the end of the day, Dean Haqilin couldn't hold back and asked. The people who were about to leave immediately stopped and looked at Mu Qingxin. They were also curious.
Mu Qingxin looked at the "Departure List" and said slowly, "This Departure List is a historical allusion from the ancient Blue Star. It is said that in the first year of Shu Zhangwu (221), an ancient man named Liu Bei proclaimed himself emperor, and Zhuge Liang became the prime minister. In the first year of Jianxing of the Shu Han Dynasty (223 years), Liu Bei died of illness, and Liu Chan, Liu Bei's son, was entrusted to Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang implemented a series of relatively correct political and economic measures to make the Shu Han territory prosperous. In order to achieve national unification, After Zhuge Liang quelled the rebellion in the south, in the fifth year of Jianxing (227), he decided to go north to attack Wei and planned to seize Wei's Chang'an. Before leaving, he wrote a letter to the emperor, which is this "Departure Order".
"Wha...what?" After hearing Mu Qingxin's explanation, everyone was even more...confused, while those who were still watching the live broadcast awkwardly put away the words "Love Alliance"...
"To put it simply, it is a minister who is assisting the emperor and exhorting the emperor for the rejuvenation of the country." Mu Qingxin explained.
"Oh~~~" I seem to understand a little bit...
"Then can you let us see soft-pen calligraphy?" Isa couldn't help but ask.
Mu Qingxin looked at the little girl opposite and then at Dean Haqilin next to her.
Seeing Mu Qingxin's gaze, Haqilin paused and said, "It's just... it's still early for sex, why don't we let everyone see it?"
"...Okay." Mu Qingxin finally agreed.
Under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone, Mu Qingxin took out a set of things from the space... a brush, an inkstone, and paper.
"Teacher, can you give me some water?" Mu Qingxin looked at tutor Zi Jinfu next to her.
Zi Jinfu's mouth twitched, "Okay." It's so natural to handle him now. Alas~, Zi Jinfu quickly fetched water and handed it to Mu Qingxin.
Mu Qingxin took the water and said, "Thank you, instructor." Then she poured a little bit of water into the inkstone, "What I am doing now is grinding ink. Everyone has seen that this inkstone is black, because ink is needed when writing. So just use this and add some water to grind it, and what you get is ink.”
Mu Qingxin grinded gently. This was her first time doing these. She had always bought ink directly before, but luckily she had a calligraphy class before and the teacher demonstrated it once.
"Okay, the ink is ready, and the next step is to write. This pen is... a brush, because the nib in front is made of... hair. As for what... hair, I don't know, it may be an animal. The... hair may also be processed. First use... the tip of the brush to dip it in ink. Remember, the tip must be pointed before you can write... "
Mu Qingxin explained and demonstrated step by step, then waved her hand and fluently wrote two words "calligraphy" on the paper. She finished it in one go, her movements were very graceful and neat, and her writing was very handsome. After finishing writing, Mu Qingxin felt self-conscious She packed her things and put them into the space. "This is the soft writing. You have all seen it. Let's disband. When you have nothing to do, you can also practice and cultivate your... sex!" Mu Qingxin finished packing her things. , looking at the two words on the table, he admired in his heart, "Fortunately, I haven't forgotten that feeling, and I'm not embarrassed."
Haqilin saw Mu Qingxin put away things so quickly and noticed that she was staring at those two words. He immediately stepped forward and gently picked up the piece of paper, "Ahem, I'll help you put that one away." Well, don't you have to go to class? Let's go, let's go!" He said, hiding behind him like a baby.
"..." Mu Qingxin looked at the dean's posture speechlessly. In fact, she really wanted to say that these two words were not good. If she wanted, she could write one specifically for him.
"Hurry up and go to class. You're already late. Go quickly!" Seeing that Mu Qingxin didn't leave, Haqilin thought she was going to take away her words and hurriedly urged her to go to class.
"...Okay, I'm going to class..." Mu Qingxin turned around and left helplessly. Forget it, it seemed that the dean liked these two words, so she didn't have to.