The original male protagonist

"Wait a moment, mother, I'm going to inquire." Wei Yichen replied, then got off his horse and walked into the crowd.

After waiting for a while, Wei Yichen came back, his expression much more excited than when he left.

"Mom, it's a newly opened store holding a competition."

"What store, what competition?" Seeing her son's high interest, Mrs. Yun became even more curious.

It's rare to see my son so excited about something.

"It's Sibaozhai. I opened a branch in Xingshan County and competed in calligraphy and writing. The winner will get the calligraphy of Zanglin layman."

"Si Bao Zhai? The papers your father brought back last time seemed to have come from Si Bao Zhai."

"It's this Sibaozhai!" Wei Yichen said excitedly.

"And that Zanglin layman, is he a famous gentleman in Huzhou Prefecture, right? I heard your father mention this person last time. He wrote a good article. He used to be an academician of the Hanlin Academy, and after he retired, he lived in seclusion in Huzhou Prefecture.

, plant a bamboo forest in front of the house, and consider himself a Tibetan forest layman."

"Exactly this person!"

That's why Wei Yichen is so excited now.

Whether it was the paper from Sibozhai or the calligraphy of the Zanglin layman, Wei Yichen was extremely interested in them.

Seeing her son's thoughts, Yun said, "Then why are you still standing there? In terms of calligraphy and writing, my son is one of the best in Xingshan County."

Hearing this, Wei Yichen looked at his father aside.

Wei Mingting agreed: "Go ahead, as a father, I also want to see my son's literary talents."

"Then the son is gone."

Wei Yichen walked into the crowd excitedly.

Wei Mingting then said to the people in the carriage: "You should also get out of the carriage and come for a walk."

Wei Mingting had already spoken, so the Yun family let go of the three children and asked Wei Qingwan and Wei Ruo to put on their curtain hats, and told their maids to follow them closely.

As for Wei Yilin, she watched it herself to prevent the child from wandering off into the wild.

After getting out of the car, Wei Ruo and Xiumei squeezed into the crowd, watching the competition for the calligraphy treasure of the Tibetan layman.

Both of them had excitement on their faces. Although not as good as Wei Yichen, they were obviously more concerned about other things, especially Wei Ruo.

The content of the competition is very simple. Those who participate in the competition must write a short essay on the spot based on the given questions and write it on paper.

Finally, the quality of the article is judged based on the content of the article and the quality of the calligraphy.

The shopkeeper of Sibaozhai who presided over this competition was a middle-aged man with a beard, slightly chubby and with a simple and honest smile.

He warmly greeted every student who was attracted, explained the rules of the competition to them, and invited them to participate.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone used in the competition were all provided by their Sibozhai.

After Wei Yichen squeezed into the crowd, the shopkeeper introduced him with a smile.

"Young master, you only need to write some reflections according to the title. We are not comparing the content of the article, only the calligraphy."

"Okay, I'll give it a try. Can the shopkeeper please give me a pen and paper?"

The shopkeeper quickly asked the waiter to prepare new paper and pens for Wei Yichen.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wei Yichen wrote about a hundred words eloquently.

The pen was vigorous and powerful, and the handwriting was full and round, which immediately aroused a burst of applause from the audience.

After finishing writing, the shopkeeper did not comment, but asked the waiter to carefully hang Wei Yichen's work.

At this time, there are already many secondary works hanging on the shelf next to them. They are all written by people who participated in the competition today. They are hung side by side so that people passing by can appreciate and judge them.

A luxuriously decorated carriage has been parked in the distance for a while.

The people in the car are also looking this way.

"Brother Yu, are you also interested?" Chu Lan asked Lu Yuhong, who had been watching the fun next to him.

Lu Yuhong shook his head hurriedly: "Your Highness, please don't make fun of me. I can compete in martial arts, ride horses, shoot arrows, and play Cuju, and I can kill enemies in battle. I can't compare to my calligraphy and literary talents. I just think this shop is interesting, and I actually did it after opening it."

These are all new tricks, and they even use the calligraphy treasures of the Tibetan layman as a bonus, but I don’t know whether they are true or false.”

"It does have more tricks than ordinary shops." Chu Lan commented, his tone was relatively calm, not as enthusiastic as Lu Yuhong.

"By the way, is the person riding on the horse over there someone from the Zhongyi Count's Mansion in the capital? He looks familiar." Lu Yuhong asked.

Following the direction pointed by Lu Yuhong's finger, Chu Lan saw Wei Mingting.

"It's him, the third son of Uncle Zhongyi, Wei Mingting, currently the sixth grade Zhongxian Colonel."

"Your Highness should remember clearly. I can't remember these. I can't remember clearly those left in the capital, let alone those outside the capital."

"Uncle Zhongyi's Mansion and Uncle Zhongyi himself are all a group of people without long bones. The only exception is Wei Mingting. It's a pity that he only has a reckless energy and doesn't know how to adapt. Otherwise, he would have left this place long ago." Chu Lan commented.

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"No wonder Uncle Zhongyi's mansion has been in a state of decline over the years, and there is no successor to Qingqing. It's a pity. I also heard my father say that Uncle Zhongyi was a famous founding general of the country!"

Although Lu Yuhong came from a scholarly family, he inexplicably admired those who practiced martial arts, especially those famous generals who had performed heroic deeds.

"Let's go." Chu Lan suddenly opened the car curtain and stood up.

"Where to go?"

"Competition."

"Eh? Your Highness, are you interested?" Lu Yuhong chased after him curiously.

Chu Lan didn't answer and walked straight towards the crowd.

The competition is still going on, almost everyone has tried it, and the works have been hung up for everyone to see.

Among the many works, Wei Yichen's work is obviously the most eye-catching.

It is also the one that attracts the most attention.

Yun is right. When it comes to calligraphy articles, Wei Yichen is definitely one of the best in Xingshan County.

After he participated in the competition, the others were defeated by him.

With victory in sight, Wei Qingwan was very happy for Wei Yichen.

At this moment, a man in brocade clothes came over.

"I'll try it too."

Everyone consciously made way for the man in brocade.

Just from the man's clothes and the entourage following him, it is not difficult to guess that this person has an unusual identity.

Wei Mingting also looked over and was shocked.

He was not sure of the identity of the person in front of him, but he could see clues from the accessories of the entourage the man was wearing.

Wei Ruo recognized the man's identity at a glance—Seventh Prince Chu Lan.

He is the male protagonist of the original work and the person who executed him in the original work.

Thinking of this, Wei Ruo subconsciously walked to the outside of the crowd, putting distance between himself and the two people.

Although she didn't know what the use was, she just instinctively wanted to keep distance from what she considered dangerous factors.

Wei Ruo looked at Wei Qingwan again and saw Wei Qingwan looking at Chu Lan.

Chu Lan was supposed to meet Wei Qingwan at Fahua Temple, but missed it because of her absence as a supporting role.

Is it possible that this belated encounter is going to happen today?
Chapter completed!