Mr. Lan is a well-deserved living great scholar. He was originally from the Yan State. He later traveled around the country to give lectures and became famous, with students all over the world. But there are not many who can truly be called Mr. Lan's direct disciples, because many of Mr. Lan's direct disciples have already

He was listed as one of the three princes of the Six Kingdoms and was admitted to the cabinet. He had done well and became the chief minister. Being an official of the third rank like Wei Jijiu was already considered an insult to the master. Bai Chengzhi bowed to the chief minister of Wei Jijiu and saluted, "Bai is the eighth grade official."

I became my master years ago."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked again. Seeing that this young man was only in his early twenties, he actually became a disciple of Mr. Lan at the age of twelve or thirteen, which showed that he was extremely talented. Wei Jijiu looked at Bai Chengzhi

At first glance, he seemed a little unbelievable. Then he looked at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I already served in the Imperial College eight years ago."

The emperor nodded, "Yes. In that case, you brothers and sisters are going to have a good talk today, and I have done a good deed."

The emperor raised his head and laughed, and all the ministers agreed. Behind the third prince, Princess Liang's eyes remained on Bai Chengzhi. Sure enough, he was not only good-looking, but also well-connected. His taste was really good. The emperor looked again

Xiang Yongwang. "I remember that your wedding to the girl from the Ye family is scheduled for April next year." "It's time to go back to my father."

"Well, I'm so ready."

Seeing this, Cui Xiang stood up and said, "Your Majesty, His Highness King Yong is both wise and brave, and Miss Ye has unparalleled beauty. They are a match made in heaven. Congratulations to Your Majesty, His Highness King Yong, and congratulations to Miss Ye!"

Seeing Prime Minister Cui salute, all the officials also expressed their congratulations to King Yong and Ye Ningyu. King Yong stood up and returned the gift with wine. Ye Ningyu only nodded slightly, without a trace of smile or indifference on his face.

Yue. King Yong and Ye Ningyu both stood up and saluted. At this time, the maids came close to offer a bowl of ginseng soup, and then silently withdrew. Bai Chengzhi looked in the direction of Ye Ningyu, thoughtfully. After a while,

The music sounded. The palace dancers, draped in silk and ribbons, came to the center of the hall in small steps. More than twenty people danced to the music. The leader of the dance was wearing a veil, with a light figure, and his every frown and smile showed grace and elegance. After dancing,

More than twenty palace dancers gathered in a circle, and at some point there was a scroll in their hands. Several people opened the long scroll along with the dance, and there was a strong fragrance of ink and a faint fragrance of fine rice paper.

The hall filled the air. The lead dancer walked under the emperor and saluted slowly. "A birthday dance is dedicated to His Majesty. I wish His Majesty a long life and a long life."

The woman lifted her veil, revealing her pretty face. The queen looked at it for a few moments and smiled at the emperor. "Your Majesty, this is the daughter of the left prime minister, the girl from the Sun family."

"Oh? A daughter in the Sun family has grown up, and Sun Aiqing is not very lucky."

When Sun Ce, the left minister who was having a drink, heard this, his throat tightened and he almost choked on the sip of wine he drank. Her daughter was coming to dance in front of the emperor? He...he...how didn't he know?! Sun Ce

He stood up hurriedly and was trembling a little as he spoke. "I...I am scared."

After that, he took a deep look at Sun Mengyao and motioned for her to go down quickly, but Sun Mengyao did not look at his father. The emperor looked at the scroll in the dancer's hand and was very curious, "What... is this?"

Everyone could see that this was a piece of calligraphy. It was not difficult to guess that this should be a birthday gift from the Sun family girl to the emperor. Sun Mengyao looked at the calligraphy in the hands of the dancers, then looked at the emperor on the high seat, lightly opened his red lips,

He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this is an authentic work by the calligrapher of the Six Nations."

"oh?"

The emperor was surprised again. He stood up from the dragon chair, went straight to Sun Mengyao, and took a look at the calligraphy work. At just one glance, he felt that this thing was different. "Is this really the authentic work of the calligrapher?"

The emperor's eyes have not moved since he looked at the calligraphy. Today is really a big harvest. First, there is a direct disciple of Lan Lao, the great scholar of the Six Nations, and then the authentic work of the calligrapher of the Six Nations appears! The emperor laughed again

He laughed and asked everyone to come and watch. "Wei Jijiu, you have always been very knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting. Come and take a look."

The emperor waved to Wei Huan. Seeing that his majesty valued her birthday gift so much, Sun Mengyao's eyes were filled with joy. Sun Ce on the other side was uneasy, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. On the other side, King Cheng and Ye Ningyu looked at him at the same time.

That painting, his brows were slightly wrinkled. King Cheng's face was full of doubts and confusion, why was there another calligraphy? Is it so easy to get the authentic calligraphy of the saint? He also stood up and walked towards the calligraphy.

.However, King Cheng never studied calligraphy and painting much. He looked at it for a long time and found nothing special. Then he looked at Bai Chengzhi who was standing aside, meaning you should come and take a look. Unexpectedly, Bai Chengzhi did not get up. He only looked at Sun Mengyao's face.

He glanced in the direction and shook his head at King Cheng. King Cheng was confused, what did he mean? Did he not want to see it, or was this work not authentic? Ye Ningyu made eye contact with the two of them and said calmly.

She took it into her eyes. She looked at the painting and thought of the work in Xiao Shi's hand. She was also a little curious. The original work of the calligrapher was not easy to come by. From the emperor's reaction at this moment, she knew that he didn't even have it in his hands. But

This Mr. Bai actually took out two authentic paintings in a row and gave them away with a wave of his hand. Is he really so generous? Or...Ye Ningyu couldn't help but look at Bai Chengzhi, and saw that he was looking at her with smiling eyes.

"Your Majesty, this work does not seem to be the work of a calligrapher."

Wei Huan looked at it for a long time and reluctantly came to a conclusion. The emperor was stunned and said, "Oh?"

Is this fake? Sun Mengyao was unhappy, "You're talking nonsense. This is obviously an authentic work by the calligrapher. Can you read it?"

Sun Ce shouted hurriedly, "Don't be rude to Wei Jijiu!"

Wei Huan bowed to the emperor and saluted. "The calligraphy sage's writing is steady but smooth, like the breeze in the mountains or the waves in the forest. It never puts strength first, but always reveals a touch of casual freedom and indifference, as if

He is a calligrapher. In this work, the brushwork is more vigorous and the lines are more deliberate. Furthermore, as far as I know, the calligrapher has never written such a work."

Bai Chengzhi glanced at Wei Huan, squinted his eyes, and said nothing. Everyone followed Wei Huan's analysis and looked at the calligraphy. Some people nodded knowingly. "This... is impossible. What if the calligrapher changes the writing?

Where’s the style? This is the real thing!”

Sun Mengyao was puzzled. She had obviously asked someone to read it, so why didn't she see anything strange? She moved her eyes to Bai Chengzhi who was aside, as if she wanted to ask him to come out and argue. Bai Chengzhi stood up and spoke leisurely. "As we all know, books

Sheng only used ancient ink. No matter whether it is dry, moist, fat or thin, it can penetrate the calligraphy on the back of the paper. Although it is also a superior work, the ink floats easily, so it is not difficult to identify."

Wei Huan looked at him, examined the ink on it again, and nodded thoughtfully. The emperor's face sank, "So, this is a fake?"

Sun Mengyao suddenly felt cold. It would be okay if others said it, but it was this person! She was unwilling, and anger gradually replaced the malaise on her face. She looked at Bai Chengzhi aside. "You gave me this calligraphy.

Yes, you clearly said this was an authentic work, but you actually gave me a fake! What is your intention!"
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