When Zhao Rong acquiesced that he was his match, the girl in blue stared at him in silence.
Zhao Rong felt something was wrong.
at this time.
Zhao Rong stared blankly at the girl in blue in front of him with her eyebrows raised and her face sullen.
She was glaring at him angrily, her clear voice of resentment still echoing in Zhao Rong's ears...
He glanced at the couplets on the wooden door behind the girl in blue, then slowly turned his head and glanced at the large group of scholars behind him who had applauded him enthusiastically not long ago but now retreated more than ten steps away.
The strange behaviors of the girl in blue in the past two days flashed through his mind quickly, as well as the reactions of the "brothers and sisters" behind him.
Zhao Rong slowly took a breath of cold air.
The place was quiet at this moment.
Everyone was looking at him with different eyes.
He had no choice but to turn around, his eyes slightly avoiding the cannibalistic gaze of the girl in blue.
Zhao Rong calmly twitched the foot that was stepped on by a certain little foot, but did not pull it out.
This little girl is so powerful, and so is that stupid little girl. Why do I always encounter such weird girls?
He swallowed, "Little girl, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."
"What did you call me?"
Zhao Rong's words were suddenly interrupted, he blinked, "Xiao..."
"Where am I so young?"
The girl in blue opened her eyes and said angrily.
Zhao Rong's eyelids suddenly raised and he spoke quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes, the girl is in her prime. She is not young at all. Well, girl, the couplet thing is a misunderstanding. I just came here yesterday and don't understand the ins and outs of this matter. It is unlucky to see this couplet today.
So it is unnecessary to continue it. It is because Xiaosheng has not thought carefully, so I hope..."
The girl in blue put her hands on her hips and suddenly asked: "Are you worthy?"
Zhao Rong stopped talking, pursed his lips and looked at this little girl whose words sounded like gunpowder.
The girl in blue looked back at the couplets she had brought happily in the morning, and became more and more angry as she thought about them.
Although she had just arrived at Linlu Academy with her husband, she had long disliked these deadbeat scholars outside the academy.
At first, she also believed that there were some missing reading seeds among them. Occasionally, she would come out to test them when she had free time. However, after a while, she became disillusioned. It seems that now they are all afraid of her. Haha, if they are so afraid of losing face, why not?
Hanging around here?
Especially recently, she asked Mr. Zhu for couplets to be pasted on the wooden door, but they always disappeared the next day.
Ha, according to the thinking of you dirty scholars, stealing couplets cannot be called stealing, it is called plagiarism, right?
Is there any trace of the gangster gentleman in this that Mr. Zhu said?
I don’t know what those dirty guys are doing by stealing Mr. Zhu’s handwriting.
The girl in blue raised her eyebrows and stared at the "wretched" scholar in front of her, her small breasts rising and falling.
Today I met another guy who added words after Mr.'s couplets. Haha, the words were added carelessly and neatly, but do you really think that this girl doesn't know your dirty thoughts?
You and my Mr. Zhu wrote a couplet together. Doesn’t this approach of writing a couplet in a book about a talented man, a beautiful woman, a man, and his concubine make you very proud?
Do you still want to pass it on as a good story inside and outside the academy so that you can show off?
Beautiful thought!
The girl in blue had her arms folded on her chest and her little head in a pretty white schoolboy hat was held high. She looked at Zhao Rong with a very aggressive tone.
"Are you worthy enough to add the following words to the couplets of my husband?"
Zhao Rong suddenly narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
The girl in blue looked back at the words on the couplet and shook her head.
"This regular script is not regular script, and the cursive script is not cursive. What are they written in? You'd better practice the regular script first and then show off."
As soon as this statement came out.
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd behind, and many people were gloating about Zhao Rong's misfortune and looking at Zhao Rong's ugly appearance with great interest.
Some scholars, however, kept their eyes fixed on the words Zhao Rongxu, looking at them carefully without making a sound.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he licked his lips and said nothing.
He really wanted to tell her seriously that this kind of calligraphy style, which is "not cursive, regular but not regular", is called running script, and it is not what she said.
The so-called "It's not true or cursory, it's called running script".
It is between cursive script and regular script, so it can be said to be the cursive version of regular script or the regular script version of cursive script.
In fact, cursive script was created to remedy the difficulty of legible cursive script and the slowness of regular script writing.
Zhao Rong also wanted to sincerely tell the girl in blue that your Mr. Zhu's regular script is indeed good, and he is even considered a master of calligraphy in this world.
But.
In his opinion, it's just "doable", "okay", and "not bad".
It was just the woman's unique chicness, delicacy and beauty that made Zhao Rong look at her a few more times.
But excluding these, the "Yan style" and "European style" regular script he learned can lift it up, not to mention the brushwork of Wei Bei and the "Er Wang" calligraphy style that his regular script has.
Hey, I would have written regular script if I had known it. Maybe you, a little girl, can still barely understand it. But if you don’t know how to do it, you don’t know how to do it. No matter how much you talk to a layman, it will be a waste of words...
Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly and glanced at the cute little girl in blue with her head held high and her chest folded, waiting for him to argue. He thought for a while and did not refute anything, but said softly:
"Let the girl and all the brothers laugh."
He cupped his hands and sighed softly, "I'm sorry for ruining a girl's couplet. It was indeed Xiaosheng's fault. Xiaosheng is willing to try his best to compensate the girl."
The girl in blue glanced at Zhao Rong and saw that he gave in so quickly and did not give her a chance to attack. She felt very boring, but her anger was almost gone, so she snorted softly.
"Who cares about your compensation? I only want my husband's couplets. Can you pay me back?"
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "That couplet of Mr. Zhu's has been added by Xiaosheng, so I can't give it back to the girl exactly the same. However, Xiaosheng is willing to try his best to write another couplet and give it back to the girl."
The girl in blue, who had just retracted her foot from stepping on Zhao Rong and was about to turn around and leave, stopped when she heard this. She looked at Zhao Rong sideways, tilted her head and said:
"Heh, judging from your tone, you are good at writing pairs, right?"
"Just average, so-so."
"Hey, are you talking so arrogantly?"
The girl in blue suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Rong with raised eyebrows.
"Girl, you think too much, Xiaosheng..."
The little girl in blue suddenly waved her little hand and said in a delicate and clear tone:
"Stop talking nonsense, I will make a few pairs. If you get it right, then I will treat today's incident as if nothing happened. But if you can't get it right, and you are just hanging around with half a bucket of water in your stomach, then
Don’t wait at the entrance of the academy again, go home now!”