Xiao Zimu was slightly stunned and thought about it carefully. After the people in the Lantern Festival market dispersed, he sent them back to the house in early summer. On the way, they had nothing to say, so he chose a conversation to chat.
At that time, I did tell him in early summer that Ruoshui Xiaokai would also write.
But later, their correspondence was written all the time in early summer. He had long forgotten this gossip.
Furthermore
Where is this called writing?
He just looked carefully at the small regular script of Ruoshui in early summer. Without years of skill, it is impossible to write such a good font.
Xiao Zimu was not only happy, but also shocked.
He looked at the beautiful side face in early summer. He was filled with emotion. The young man in front of him was only fourteen. How on earth did he do it? He could write two different fonts and learn them as well
Kong Changhui, Jing Qibin and Feng Zhun in the hall had already identified them and sent them to the courtiers on the right through the Yamen service.
Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin concluded that this must not be written by one person.
Just look at the two fonts, they are everyone's style. Ruoshui small regular script in early summer must have at least ten years of skill.
Su qianle's wild grass handwriting is better than Ruoshui Xiaokai. He can't write such words for twenty years.
Jing Qibin and Kong Changhui even wondered whether Su qianle didn't know how to write. Otherwise, in any case, they wouldn't use such a pair of wild grass handwriting to identify the book written in early summer.
It's a pity that such a talented calligrapher wrote such a sentence of collaborating with the enemy and treason.
After reading the two pairs of words, Feng Zhun looked disappointed at Xiao Yanjun and shook his head at him.
Xiao Yanjun's eyes widened, and then looked at the courtiers who were circulating. When he saw them shaking their heads with emotion, his heart sank, and turned to Su qianle, who was kneeling in the hall.
Su qianle knelt under the hall and obviously heard the voice of Kong Changhui and Jing Qibin. She looked shocked and looked at the beginning of summer in disbelief.
At the beginning of summer, he just glanced at her coldly, then stopped looking at her and looked up at Xiao Yanjun.
Xiao Yanjun looked at the beginning of summer in the direction of Su qianle. He crossed his eyes and saw that he silently said two words to himself: "thank you."
Xiao Yanjun frowned and thanked him in early summer?
Thank him for what?
He didn't know that he thanked him in his previous life at the beginning of summer.
It is precisely because Xiao Yanjun in his previous life felt too arrogant after seeing his words. Having lost the identity of the crown princess, he forced him to choose a famous book to practice calligraphy again.
In the early summer, I learned Ruoshui Xiaokai reluctantly for him, which overturned the original irrefutable evidence
The two letters were circulated to each other in the hands of the courtiers, praising the voice of calligraphy and saying that they were not written by one person.
Xu Wanjun, the Minister of the Ministry of household, and Xie Jiming, the Minister of rites, looked at each other. They both saw the heavy burden of relief
Just now Xiao Zimu used to hold the wrist of early summer and was ready to rush out. They were almost scared to death.
When the two letters reached Xu Wanjun, he went to Xie Jiming and looked at them with him.
Xu Wanjun held the small regular script of Ruoshui in early summer, and Xie Jiming held the wild grass. They connected the two letters together, compared and commented, and praised them again and again.
"The little Marquis grew up on the mountain when he was young. Unexpectedly, he learned such a good word." Xu Wanjun sighed at Xie Jiming.
"Yes, his words look at the whole capital. I'm afraid no one can surpass it." Xie Jiming always has an expressionless face, which also has an irresistible sense of appreciation.
"Lord Xie, I thought you were always outspoken and never flattering." Xu Wanjun joked.
Although the Ruoshui Xiaokai in his hand has become a climate, if there is no one in the capital, it should be the wild grass in his hand, which is worthy of the name.
"My words are true. There is no flattery. Have you ever seen more exquisite calligraphy than this wild grass in my hand?" Xie Jiming's tone was obviously a little cold.
"But..." Xu Wanjun looked at the wild grass in his hand, raised the Ruoshui small regular script in his hand, smiled at him and said, "what I have in my hand is the calligraphy treasure of the little Marquis, and the one in your hand is presented by Su qianle."
Xie Jiming's face suddenly collapsed. His face was shocked and asked, "isn't this wild grass in my hand the calligraphy treasure of the little Marquis?"
Xu Wanjun shook his head again and again: "are you kidding? What do you think of that wild grass? The handwriting has at least 20 years of skill. The little marquis is a little bigger. Not to mention the Yamen just said that Ruoshui Xiaokai is what the little Marquis just wrote in the hall."
Xie Jiming took a serious look at the letter in Xu Wanjun's hand. The pen and ink is really fresh. So, Ruoshui Xiaokai is really the book just written in early summer.
Xie Jiming looked at the wild grass in his hand again and was shocked. He had seen this word
At the beginning of the year, it was because Bingwen gave him a handwritten letter with such handwriting that he followed Bingwen to check in at Shuangsheng inn. After returning to Beijing in the early summer, he personally admitted that the letter was written by him.
Xie Jiming doesn't know what's going on.
But he knew that he lied in early summer
Xu Wanjun saw that he was stunned and didn't respond after calling twice. The courtiers behind him still urged him to see it. He had to gently pull out the wild letter from Xie Jiming's hand and hand it to the back to pass on.
Xie Jiming was in a trance and didn't know what happened later.
Whether to stand out and expose the lies of early summer, he fell into a deep dilemma
Until everyone passed it around and confirmed that the two pieces must not have been written by one person. Xu Wanjun said to Xie Jiming, the only one who didn't speak and was stunned: "did Lord Xie cherish his talent for the man who wrote wild grass, so he was so unhappy?"
Xie Jiming opened his mouth and stopped talking.
Xu Wanjun looked like I knew, nodded to him and said, "in fact, I also think that although the letter wrote military training, it may not be sent to King Hu. There is no title on it and no signature on it. It looks like an ordinary letter from home."
Xie Jiming was awakened by his words, his eyes lit up, looked at him like seeking comfort and asked, "adult Xu thinks it's a misunderstanding?"
Xu Wanjun hissed and looked contemptuous: "Su qianle is full of lies. I don't believe her nonsense."
Xie Jiming was deeply convinced of this and gradually calmed down to think. Even if he lied in early summer, Su qianle made up the story of persecuting their brothers and sisters in early summer from the beginning. The motive was more shameful and the purpose was obviously impure.
Comparing the two sides, Xie Jiming finally made up his mind, remained silent for the time being, and asked again late