As Li Shimin began to speak, Li Anyang placed the hourglass. Ino Yasaburo smiled at Fang Yiai with a confident smile, walked to his desk calmly, picked up his pen and looked at the breeze blowing on the river.
Holding the lightly dancing lotus - floating astronomical literature - just stick to it, painting is important."
"Eunuch Li, if you are a good man and do your best, just ask someone to bring you a small jar weighing two kilograms. This," Fang Yiai shook the already drunk wine in her hand and said with a smile, "it's not enough to fill the gap between your teeth."
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"By the way, let's bring another table and re-pave it with three meters of white paper. These are not enough." Fang Yiai ignored Li Anyang's embarrassed face and hurriedly pointed at Li Anyang before he could speak.
The desk on the right said.
"Has Young Master Fang finished the draft?" Li Anyang, who was still a little worried at first, was startled when he heard what Fang Yiai said. Then he became happy and asked with excitement.
Ino Yasaburo paused with the pen in his hand and looked at Fang Yiai suspiciously.
"That's right." Fang Yiai said.
"But if there is no wine, I'm afraid I might be held back for a while, but that's not necessarily the case." Fang Yiai poured out the empty wine bottle and said jokingly.
"By the way, Mr. Ino, would you like some?" Fang Yi asked enthusiastically.
"I'm thinking like a spring, so there's no need to drink to go crazy." Ino Yasaburo said with sarcasm.
Fang Yiai shrugged her shoulders and ignored Ino Yasaburo.
Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai with toothache, but nodded and asked Li Anyang to do as Fang Yiai said, as long as he could bring glory to the Tang Dynasty in the end. Although Li Shimin felt that Fang Yiai's hands might be very weak,
I still have a ten thousandth hope that Fang Yiai can defeat Ino Yasaburo and give the Fuso people a good blow.
Liquor has a certain paralyzing effect. Li Shimin thinks that Fang Yiai really wants to use the strength of alcohol to avoid paying attention to the pain on his arm! After all, whether it is painting or calligraphy, it is all about making do with it.
If the strength is not enough, neither the words nor the paintings will reflect the artistic conception and charm!
It seems that this kid is really trying his best! Alas! Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai's appearance, and his expression gradually softened. At the same time, he called Li Anyang over and told him, "Don't hold back Fang Yiai's wine."
This idea was not limited to Li Shimin. All the adults present, watching Fang Yiai drinking wildly, all had this idea in their hearts! Especially when they thought of what Fang Yiai said before, "Even if you have a weak hand, you can't do it."
Mind winning the last round"!
Fang Xuanling really hoped that Fang Yiai would admit defeat immediately. Even if the emperor's thunderous wrath came later, she would try her best to help him! Or maybe the emperor would look at her hard work for many years, so she could
Speak out and stop this competition!
But the look on Fang Yiai's face and his inexplicable hatred for the Fusang people made him admit defeat like the Fusang people, which would be as good as reaching heaven! Fang Xuanling could only place her hope on Li Shimin.
However, seeing Li Shimin's slightly relieved look and his resolute eyes, he knew in his heart that the emperor had already made the final decision between the face of Tang Dynasty and the arms of Yi Bei! Fang Xuanling leaned on Li Shimin with some disappointment.
He climbed onto the back of the chair and firmly grasped the armrests on both sides of the chair.
Kong Yingda next to him sighed, looking at Fang Yiai who was drawing back and forth on the paper with a pen, planning the layout. He patted Fang Xuanling on the shoulder comfortingly, and then silently said to Fang Xuanling who turned his head, "
Let Wang Jinghua think more about it later, and maybe everything will be fine."
Fang Xuanling nodded, that was all he could do now.
Ino Yasaburo finished the last stroke of the painting, and looked sarcastically at the white three-meter-long scroll in front of Fang Yiai. With a victorious smile, he put down the pen in his hand, blowing on the ink on the painting, and imagining how to compose a poem.
Or write an article.
Fang Yiai finished making rough sketches on the paper with his pen, took a sip of wine into his mouth, and then ordered Fang Qi to sharpen the ink.
"Master, the ink is ready." Fang Qi put down the ink in his hand and reminded Fang Yiai, who was looking at the river.
Fang Yiai nodded, then moved his arms, dipped his pen in ink, and skillfully applied it on the rice paper in front of him.
Li Anyang took advantage of the supervision and came forward to take a look. Fang Yiai's writing did not follow the rigorous meticulous style of painting that Yan Liben was good at, but a unique freehand splash-ink style! This surprised Li Anyang, but also made him feel more confident.