"Dad, that's mine..." He Wanru wanted to protect Taibai's words.
He Changwen said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, no one can take away this calligraphy. I just took it to give those guys a look and bring it back soon."
After saying that, He Changwen carefully put away the palm-sized piece of paper, and then hurriedly left He's house.
Arriving at the Hanlin Academy, He Changwen straightened his back and walked out as if he didn't recognize his relatives, "Old Li, I heard that you collected a calligraphy by Master Wang last time?"
The middle-aged man who was called Lao Li turned his head in surprise, "Lao He, what's wrong with your neck? Is your neck stiff?"
He Changwen sneered, "It's a pity that someone won't have the chance to appreciate the master's running script today."
When Lao Li heard this, he immediately put down the book in his hand, shook his beard and said, "Master's running script? Take it out and take a look."
He Changwen sat down on the chair leisurely, "Some people regarded Master Wang's calligraphy as a treasure last time, but I only took a few glances and put it away..."
Just as Lao Li was about to say something, he was interrupted by He Changwen's voice,
"Ahem, my throat is a little dry."
Why doesn't Lao Li know He Changwen's thoughts? He poured a cup of tea for He Changwen dumbfounded, "
Lao He, I'm telling you, you are so old, why are you still acting like a child?"
He Changwen took a sip of tea with satisfaction, lay back on the chair, and sighed happily, "This is called an innocent heart, what do you know?"
"Okay, innocent heart..." Lao Li reluctantly added, "Quickly take out the words and let me take a look. Don't worry about it."
"Why are you so anxious?" He Changwen motioned to Old Li to calm down, "Old Yang, where is Xiao Wang?"
"Are you still waiting for them?" Lao Li stamped his feet and asked hurriedly, "What if they don't come to duty today?"
"Let me take a sneak peek."
He Changwen hummed and smiled, "Old Li, you have today too."
As he said this, he did not challenge Lao Li's patience anymore. He slowly took out the palm-sized piece of paper from his arms and did not forget to warn,
"You have to be careful. If you damage it, I will break off our relationship with you."
Lao Li nodded hurriedly, and the movements of his hands were very gentle, as if touching a peerless beauty, "Don't you trust me yet? I'm much more careful than you."
Lao Li's eyes fell greedily on the piece of paper in He Changwen's hand, and his breath froze for a moment.
After a long while, Lao Li finally spoke, with a tremor in his voice, "Who wrote this...?"
He Changwen was very satisfied with Lao Li's reaction, "How is it?"
"Absolutely master-level running script, and it is different from the current running script schools. It has the aura of founding a sect!" Lao Li swallowed nervously.
Holding the piece of paper handed over by He Changwen, he seemed to be holding a rare treasure, "Which master wrote this? Lao He, you must recommend it to me."
He Changwen leaned back on his chair and felt very happy when he saw Lao Li's appearance. "Who did you think wrote these two lines of poetry?"
"The exquisite dice are loaded with red beans, and I miss you deeply, do you know..." Lao Li read these two lines of poetry softly, "This is Taibai's poetry."
Immediately, Old Li seemed to react and looked at He Changwen in disbelief, "Old He, don't scare me..."
He Changwen shook his head, "Do you think I would lie to you about this kind of thing?"
Lao Li couldn't help but shudder, "You can't fake calligraphy at all. There is no other way except to stop writing for many years."
"If it is really what Taibai wrote...Old He, do you know what this means?"
He Changwen looked solemn, "Wen Zong's appearance!"
"Taibai's poetry is unique among his peers. If even calligraphy has such a level, why worry about being a Wenzong!?" Old Li seemed to be talking about some kind of monster, with a tone full of horror.
"Old He, do you think Taibai hired a certain master to ghostwrite it?"
He Changwen said angrily, "Do you think Taibai is a fool? No one with a sick mind can do such a thing to ruin his reputation."
He Changwen seemed to have forgotten that he had thought this way just now.
"It's incredible, it's incredible." Old Li paced back and forth, "Is there really such a monster in the world?"
"I heard that he was just an apprentice in the academy, and his poetry and prose were astonishing. Now he even excels in calligraphy, and he even has the momentum to start a sect..."
He Changwen summoned the literary instrument and asked, "Have you read Taibai's second poem competing for the top spot this month?"
"If he doesn't tell me, it's still a relationship between a man and a woman? Why are you looking at this if you have nothing to do?" Lao Li said matter-of-factly.
This kind of poetry is quite popular among women, but it is not taken seriously in the entire literary world of the Jin Dynasty.
"You should watch it first before talking." He Changwen had just watched "Shangxie·Giving a Friend" and couldn't help but close his eyes after reading it.
Lao Li followed his words and unfolded the Literary Saint List, and then there was no sound again.
After a long time, a figure strode into the room, "Old He, Old Li, what are you doing?"
Soon, all three people in the room had the same confused expression.
Not long after, another figure walked in,
"Lao He, Lao Li, Lao Yang, what are you doing?"
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Come noon,
He Changwen let out a long sigh and said with a lack of interest, "Let's go eat, Wenshengzhai...Old Li is treating us."
"Why me?" Lao Li asked.
"Without me, you wouldn't be able to see this calligraphy." He Changwen said matter-of-factly.
"What about Lao Yang and Xiao Wang?"
"It'll be our turn."
Normally when I go to Wenshengzhai, everyone is in a good mood, but I don't know what happened today. I always feel like I can't lift my spirits, and I feel like I'm in a trance.
"Isn't this Taibai really the reincarnation of the sage?" Lao Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Confucius said that no one in this world can be reincarnated." He Changwen said.
Xiao Wang looked at the pieces of paper on the table, and then looked at the "Shangxie·Gift to a Friend" on the paper basket, "I don't feel like eating today."
"Me too, I don't have much appetite." Lao Yang shook his head and immediately sighed, "It really doesn't give people a way to survive."
"It's simply scarier than Su Yuanqing back then."
"The calligraphy sect is established!"
"Even poems and essays about the love between men and women can be written with such aura. Have any of you ever seen it?"
Lao Li's expression has not returned to normal yet, and he said in a daze, "It's like a river blowing in front of you, and a raging fire burning your body. It makes people feel majestic."
"This kind of affection is extremely strong."
He Changwen put away the piece of paper and said, "Looking at this running script again, I have never seen anyone dare to use such a writing style, but they do it smoothly and in one go. The same word has a different charm."
"In March, I'm afraid Taibai is about to reach the top! There's no way he can stop it..."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn.
"It's just the last time." Lao Li felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.
"If you reach the top of the literary saint list three times within a year, you can open the legendary treasure house of saints... That is an existence that is beyond the reach of most literary sects!"
The four of them looked at each other and saw each other's horror.
"Dozens of Wen Zong of the Jin Dynasty did not take action for many years, and they were obsessed with the classics of the saints."
"This time, I'm afraid these Wenzongs are likely to take action because of Taibai!"
"Who can watch Taibai climb to the top three times?"
"Aren't those Wenzongs blocking each other? If they want to climb to the top three times to open the treasure house of all saints, no one will agree!"
"Taibai can be regarded as creating history."
"As a mere apprentice of an academy, dozens of Wen Zong were targeted and blocked!"