As soon as he said this, everyone applauded, and Zhu Qi even applauded and said: "This is a brilliant idea. Let's put it this way. Everyone writes a poem, using their own calligraphy, and then draws lots. Who will copy the other person's poem?

Whose copy of the poem will be judged in the end? If his copying doesn’t look good, he’ll have a drink. Also, if sometimes it looks like it and sometimes it doesn’t, then how about the minority obeying the majority?”

Everyone cheered in unison again. They asked the maids and servants to prepare paper and pens, and each of them brought a few big bowls and poured them full. If you lose, you will have to drink a big bowl. Everyone was stunned and drank this bowl.

There shouldn't be even a pound of wine, but when these people drank to this extent, they all let go of their courage and were in the stage of eloquent words.

Now they each write a poem. Qiu Wuhen has been thinking about whose calligraphy he should use. It is easy to be recognized and will cause trouble. It is best to print the calligraphy of future generations. But Qiu Wuhen’s poems are really

Can't remember.

So I asked Yao Gulu in my mind: "Can you give me some advice? I want to print a poem."

A bunch of medicines popped out of the gourd to eat: "I can only search according to your request and see if there are any in my library? If there is, I can print it. If not, there is nothing I can do."

Qiu Wuhen was a little dumbfounded. He was a little drunk and his eyes were blurry, so he just muddled through. So he said casually: "Do you want it to be so accurate? Just pick a poem for me, and the calligraphy is passable."

Immediately, a string of white gas came out from the medicine gourd, and he controlled Jiu Qiu Wuhen's arm. His hand holding the brush immediately began to move. The brush moved like dragons and snakes, dragons and phoenixes danced, flowing like clouds and water, all in one go. But the last one

The words ended and the white air disappeared. Qiu Wuhen lost control and looked at the paper. He just took a breath of cold air. What is all this written on? The paper is full of ghost symbols like earthworms!

The butterfly was right next to Qiu Wuhen, and she was about to finish writing. However, when she saw Qiu Wuhen coming in behind and finishing in front of her, she was confused and had been paying attention to Qiu Wuhen. Then she took a peek and couldn't help but be surprised.

Dumbfounded, he threw his pen on the table, stepped forward and looked at Qiu Wuhen up and down. He couldn't believe his eyes and said, "Did you write this?"

Qiu Wuhen really didn't want to admit it, because he didn't know a single word in this whole piece of paper, and he didn't know what it was written on. If someone asked him to read it by himself, he would be dumbfounded. What is this medicinal gourd for? No.

I asked him to print a copy for me on his own initiative, but he messed around and found a ghost drawing charm to get it on for himself. This was really embarrassing.

But now I can’t deny it even if I want to. So many people are watching! Who is he writing? So I have to bite the bullet and nod. In fact, this question is in vain, because the butterfly is there when I write this word.

Next to me, I saw what he wrote with my own eyes. The reason why I asked this question was simply because the writing was so unexpected that Butterfly couldn't believe his eyes.

Hearing what Butterfly said, Qiu Wuhen was originally the object of everyone's consideration. Regardless of whether they finished writing or not, the others put their pens down and came over to take a look. At this glance, everyone took a breath of cold air.

, the same movement as a butterfly, first glanced at Qiu Wuhen up, down, left, and right, and then looked at the flying dragons and phoenixes on the paper, which were full of words like ghostly symbols, and were amazed. They were all stunned, looking at Qiu Wuhen

No trace.

They all asked the same question: "Did you write this word?"

Zhu Qi laughed loudly on the sidelines and said to everyone: "How is it? You are all dumbfounded. I'm afraid even Huaisu himself couldn't write this copybook without drinking two kilograms of wine, and others even more

I’m dumbfounded. Only my eldest brother can write exactly the same words as Huai Su, I admire him!"

Everyone else was shocked and nodded repeatedly. Only then did Qiu Wuhen realize that the calligraphy that Yaohulu printed for him was actually the calligraphy of Monk Huaisu, a famous cursive calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty who was known as the Saint of Cao. It was his calligraphy

A poem written by Zhu Rong: The high seat of Zhu Rong faces the cold peak. The clouds and water are tens of thousands heavy in autumn. In May, the robe is still close to the fire. The white crane rises and the cold green pines rise. Huaisu's poems have not been interpreted too much. Every one handed down from generation to generation has been praised by the royal family or the emperor.

It is collected by dignitaries, and most people can see the consignment copy, and they all highly praise his calligraphy. However, no one has ever seen Huai Su's own poem, at least they don't know about it, but they don't know that this poem is actually

He has a collection of medicinal gourds, but I don’t know where he got them?

Zhu Qi also couldn't put it down and said to Qiu Wuhen: "Brother, this is the calligraphy."

He was about to say that this calligraphy belongs to me, but Butterfly raised his hand first and said: "Your Majesty, today I am meeting friends with calligraphy, so it is fair. Just because you are a landlord, you cannot take advantage. This calligraphy is for everyone."

I have a share. As long as Mr. Qiu is willing to sell it, we will buy it even if it means selling it. But it depends on one's ability. I think we should draw lots. Whoever catches it will get the calligraphy. Whoever has the power to buy it, of course not

I want it for nothing, but only if Mr. Qiu is willing to part with me."

She was so excited that her words were a little garbled.

Qiu Wuhen thought to himself, if I want, I can write ten or eight paintings in one breath. What can't be cut off? It's just typed. What's more, I don't like calligraphy at all, I have no interest in calligraphy, and I can't understand it.

, what are you doing here? So he said, "Okay, whoever likes it can come and go?"

Anyway, Yao Gulu is not allowed to sell his words, so he simply needs to be generous.

Butterfly and others opened their eyes wide, looked at Qiu Wuhen and said: "Great, you are willing to part with me, of course we will buy it even if we sell it. Let's talk about it, and then we will draw lots."

Qiu Wuhen said: "I said, whoever likes it can take it without paying a penny."

Zhu Qi smiled bitterly. He was not a bully. What's more, he was with a group of friends. He originally wanted to come down first, but Butterfly was right. Everyone who met had a share. As long as Qiu Wuhen was willing, everyone would depend on their luck.

Then he nodded and said: "My eldest brother regards money as dirt. I gave him a hundred taels of gold for the calligraphy painting before, but he was not willing to sell it. Instead, he was willing to give it to me for free. He didn't want anything at all? I didn't give him his official position either.

What he earned was due to his great achievements. He solved the corruption and bribery of the third-rank prosecutor's department and the murder of a fifth-rank official, and he was promoted. It has nothing to do with me. It's just that he and I are brothers, so he gave it to me.

, now that he has said that he will give it to everyone for free, you don’t have to be polite. Just please remember my elder brother’s kindness and don’t forget it when you need to reciprocate it in the future.”

When everyone heard this, they all wanted to kowtow to express their gratitude. They were all very enthusiastic people about calligraphy. To be able to get such a piece of calligraphy that could be said to be no different from the original, of course they were so happy that they almost went crazy. They nodded in agreement.

Qiu Wuhen really wanted to give this calligraphy to Zhu Qi. After all, he saw that his younger brother liked this calligraphy very much, but after thinking about it, he didn't catch it today, so he would write him another one later.

Then he said: "Then let me write it, and you can catch whoever I catch, and the words will become whoever I catch."

After Qiu Wuhen finished writing, he put it in the box for everyone to catch. Butterfly kept staring at Qiu Wuhen. Butterfly said: "I am the last one to catch. I hope God will favor me, save the best luck for the last, and give it to me."

"

Everyone laughed. Sure enough, after grabbing and opening these people one by one, they all turned out to be nothing, except for the last one, which of course was there. The butterfly was overjoyed and grabbed the paper ball in his hand. He said: "

I don’t need to open this, I’ll keep it as a souvenir.”

Then he walked over, picked up the calligraphy and said to Qiu Wuhen, "Then this calligraphy belongs to me."

Qiu Wuhen said: "Of course it belongs to you. But according to our previous rules, copying each other's calligraphy, you should copy mine first, and then decide whether to win or lose."

Butterfly sighed, shook his head and said: "Even in this life I will never be able to write such good handwriting. I give up and drink."

As he talked, he drank up the bowl of wine in one gulp.

Everyone cheered, and now they looked at the butterfly with envy and hatred. They thought, how could she get such good luck? Not to mention calligraphy lovers, this calligraphy was so intoxicating just to see it, even if it fell into the hands of a businessman.

If you sell it, if you meet someone like Wang Ye who is generous and likes calligraphy, it is not a problem to get one hundred taels of gold, which is a lot of money.

It's a pity that such a good fortune or collectible was missed in vain.

The others continued to play the game. After finishing their calligraphy, they drew lots and exchanged them with each other. Butterfly said: "I have finished my calligraphy. Can you copy mine?"

Qiu Wuhen said: "Okay!"

He took a look at her calligraphy, and saw that it was very elegant, and it was indeed a font that women are good at.

Qiu Wuhen couldn't help but admire: "I may not be able to write this word, or I will admit defeat."

Unexpectedly, Butterfly pressed his hand. This action made Qiu Wuhen stunned for a moment. Seeing that Qiu Wuhen's expression was wrong, Zhu Qi immediately stepped forward, handed the wine glass in his hand to Qiu Wuhen, and then

Standing between Butterfly and Qiu Wuhen, he separated the two of them with an excuse and said with a smile: "I think eldest brother has to write something today. Although our Butterfly girl is a foreigner, we are also very familiar with the culture of our Central Plains. Since we have just

Having said this rule, my eldest brother’s calligraphy is so good, is it possible that he is afraid of a little girl?”

After saying that, he leaned into Qiu Wuhen's ear and whispered: "Brother, please don't be angry, he is probably a little drunk."

Qiu Wuhen looked aside at the woman with reddish eyes, thinking that it would not be disappointing, so he smiled and said nothing.

Butterfly on the side didn't realize that he had just offended Mr. Qiu in front of him, and said: "Wait, don't worry, how do you know you can't write it if you haven't written it? Today I really want to open my eyes and see you copying on the spot.

Just copy my calligraphy and open our eyes."

Everyone agreed. Especially Zhu Qi was even more enthusiastic and said: "Brother, people have said this, why don't you show your hand?"

Qiu Wuhen smiled and said: "It's just a bowl of wine. But I'm afraid that if I write that Butterfly drinks two bowls of wine in a row, that would be bad."

Butterfly also giggled non-stop and said: "Isn't it just a bowl of wine? I can't get drunk yet. You write and I drink it. If two or more people say that what you wrote is like it, I will drink it. How about it?"
Chapter completed!