Fang Yiai put down the pen in his hand, poured the last sip of wine from the wine jar into his mouth, and then sprayed it on the painting.
Wiping the wine stains on his mouth, he stuffed the empty wine jar into Fang Qi's arms. Fang Yiai looked at himself with a smile on his face. He only changed the words "since Li Tang" to "since the prosperous age" and did not do the rest.
Changing "Ai Lian Shuo", he gently shook his head.
I think back then, what I hated most was plagiarism and plagiarism![]
I studied for more than 20 years in my previous life, and my experience of being plagiarized and plagiarized, and then being falsely accused in turn, was not much, but not too little. But I never thought that I would have such a day.
But even if Zhou Dunyi crawls out of the grave to settle accounts with himself, he will not regret today's plagiarism! What's more, I don't know where Zhou Dunyi is reincarnated now, so I can only say sorry to him in my heart.
As for the font used in calligraphy, it is not the commonly used regular script in daily life. When writing in regular script, the strength requirements are relatively strict. Fang Yiai’s current arm can write more than twenty words after painting, which is good. So, in order to
To be on the safe side, Fang Yiai chose cursive script, which she practiced mostly to vent her emotions when she was in a bad mood. Although her skills were not as good as her own regular script, she was still able to use them. At the same time, she prioritized her priorities.
After finishing writing, the burden on my arms is not too great.
Just after Fang Yiai finished her work and was rubbing her trembling arms, Ino Yasaburo next to her also stopped writing.
"Your Majesty, I have finished the work. Please give me some advice from Your Majesty and your Lordships." Ino Yasaburo glanced at Fang Yiai, put down the pen in his hand, and said to Li Shimin confidently.
"Anyang, please present Ye Sanlang's paintings so that everyone here can appreciate them." Li Shimin said with no trace of emotion or anger, but his eyes were aimed at Fang Yiai.
I couldn't help but look at Fang Yiai. After he finished spraying the wine, he just looked at his work blankly and shook his head in dissatisfaction.
If a work is not satisfactory even to the creator, how can it satisfy others?
However, looking at Fang Yiai's trembling right hand, the words of blame could not be uttered. He secretly said a pity in his heart, and at the same time scolded the Hou family, father, son, brother and sister bloody! If
If it hadn't been for them to cause trouble, yesterday's calligraphy competition wouldn't have been a tie, and even if they didn't win today's painting competition, they wouldn't be as likely to lose as they are now!
No matter what everyone thought in their hearts, they still had a peaceful smile on their faces and seriously commented on Ino Yasaburo's poems and paintings.
"Mr. Fang, are you finished? The Emperor is still waiting for that." After handing Ino Yasaburo's work to the Emperor, Li Anyang, after receiving Li Shimin's eye contact, hurried to Fang Yiai, who was still a little distracted.
, reminded in a low voice.
Fang Yiai came back to her senses, followed the direction indicated by Li Anyang, glanced at Li Shimin's urging eyes, and then glanced at the hourglass with a quarter left. She rolled her eyes inwardly and said disapprovingly, "Are you in such a hurry? Are you two in such a hurry?
Isn’t it half an hour short of the one-hour time limit? There’s no need to pay for the completion time, right? Really!”
Despite the criticism, Fang Yiai still said in a friendly manner, "It's done now. Thank you, father-in-law."
"Hurry, present it to the emperor! Be careful." Fang Yiai let go, and Li Anyang felt relieved. He hurriedly ordered the little eunuch standing aside to let three or four people come up carefully.
He took Fang Yiai's works and presented them to Li Shimin.
Seeing Fang Yiai's works follow closely, Li Shimin felt a little better, thinking that even if he couldn't win the competition for some reason, at least he could not lose to his opponent in terms of time, which could be considered a consolation.
However, when the young eunuch presented Fang Yiai's painting to Li Shimin, Li Shimin's eyes lit up, he laughed heartily, and ordered loudly, "Put the easel in the middle of the hall, and by the way, put the painting of Yesaburo
I also put it on the side, so that I can compare and appreciate it with you all."
After saying that, Li Shimin stood up from the throne in a good mood and followed the eunuch holding the painting to the center of the hall.
Seeing Li Shimin's performance, those who originally felt that today's competition might be lost and the emperor would be in a bad mood were all startled, and then left their seats with curiosity and expectation.
Fang Xuanling looked at Fang Yiai with some worry, and ordered the people around her to go find the imperial doctor. She also left her seat with everyone, but she did not go around to look at the painting, but ran towards Fang Yiai.
of.
"How do you feel?" Fang Xuanling asked Fang Yiai while barely maintaining a calm tone. She reached out and took Fang Yiai's still trembling right hand, rolled up Fang Yiai's sleeve, and watched as the wound burst open again.
, and the red white cloth, with a flash of distress in his eyes, said, "Dr. Wang should have arrived at Furong Garden by now. I have already sent people to invite him. Please bear with me for a while."
"Dad, I'm fine." Fang Yiai comforted awkwardly.
"It's okay? That crazy woman's whip was simply soaked in salt water boiled with safflower and stingworms! How can the young master's wound be healed?" Fang Qi looked at the blood on Fang Yiai's arm and said angrily.
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Fang Yiai shouted to stop Fang Qi's words.
"Even if it's not convenient to tell you in front of the emperor, why don't you tell your father?" Fang Xuanling asked with a frown on his face.
"Hou Junji is the emperor's confidant. If dad finds out, it will only increase his worries." Fang Yiai took back her hand, put down her sleeves, and said nonchalantly, "Is it possible that dad still wants to fight for the sake of the child?"
Is it okay to go against the emperor's will and go against Hou Junji in the court?" Fang Yiai took the word "children fighting" very seriously.
"Children fighting?" Fang Xuanling narrowed her eyes and said expressionlessly, "Is it really just children fighting?"
"If Hou Junji makes such an excuse, the emperor will naturally believe it. Why should dad bother with this matter anymore?" Fang Yiai said, "It would be better to use that energy to give good guidance on the child's paintings, so that the child can understand his own
There are shortcomings." With that said, Fang Yiai used her left hand to pull Fang Xuanling's arm and squeezed into the crowd.
Fang Xuanling understood what Fang Yiai meant and didn't say anything more. She hurriedly protected Fang Yiai, fearing that others would touch Fang Yiai's injured arm again.
Seeing Fang and his son coming in, everyone cooperated and moved out of the way, successfully letting the two of them arrive in front of the two paintings.
When Li Shimin saw Fang Xuanling and Fang Yiai come in, he quickly helped Fang Xuanling up and said cheerfully, "Fang Qing, look at your waiter's paintings and calligraphy. I didn't expect that this guy can also write cursive script."
a ha ha ha."
"Your Majesty has given you too much praise." Although Fang Xuanling felt strange in his heart, he actually said it as usual.
"If you have too much praise, you will know after seeing it." As he said this, Li Shimin took Fang Xuanling's hand and came to the painting.
"It comes out of the mud but not stained, and when it touches the clear ripples it is not demonic." Li Shimin read Fang Yiai's plagiarized "Shuo on Love of Lotus" and said to Fang Xuanling, "These two sentences actually describe the elegant grace of lotus.
The painting style is light and freehand, but it is very appropriate! Overall, this lotus is worthy of being called a gentleman among flowers."
"Although Fang Xiaoer's calligraphy also contains the free and easy meaning in the article, his writing skills are still a little immature and not as good as the fonts you are used to before, but they are still pretty good." Li Shimin said to Fang Yiai with satisfaction, "More
What’s rare is that you have such an understanding of the word gentleman at such a young age, and it’s not like you wasted the teachings of Mr. Yu and Scholar Kong.”
"Thank you for your compliments, Your Majesty. Everything is the result of the teachings of several gentlemen. I dare not take it rashly." Fang Yiai lowered his head and said modestly.
"The water comes out of the scorching lotus pavilion, and a solitary green shadow is divided into reds. The fragrant fragrance messes with the dancing wind. I hope you will love Xiaoluan Meng." Kong Yingda stroked his beard, shook his head and recited Ino Yasaburo's poem, walked over, and said with cupped hands,
"Your Majesty, this poem by Ino Yasaburo is quite good. It compares the lotus in the water to a woman looking forward to mercy, and the depiction is quite appropriate."
"However, compared with Yiai's paintings, Ino Yasaburo's paintings are a little stingy and vulgar, but they are not as elegant and refined as Yiai's paintings." Kong Yingda said.
"But I feel the same way." Li Shimin nodded and said.
"The blooming lotus painted by Mr. Ino, the coloring of the petals is too glamorous, and the ink is a bit thick. It is not as good as the half-opened pale pink buds of Fang Yiai, accompanied by this slightly light ink, there is an uplifting feeling in the elegance.
The vitality is more eye-catching." Yan Liben commented pertinently.
"Yes, and Mr. Ino's handwriting, as I said yesterday, is a bit arrogant and inconsistent with the meaning of poetry and painting. It is not as appropriate as Fang Yiai's elegance and freedom." Chu Suiliang also commented seriously.
"Fang Yiai's last sip of wine also had the finishing touch. After the strong smell of the wine dissipated, a different kind of fragrance appeared on the painting." Shangguan Yi didn't dislike it at all.
He put his nose to Fang Yiai's painting, smelled it carefully, and said.
"Oh." Li Shimin put his nose up to it doubtfully, sniffed it carefully, nodded in appreciation, "Not bad, not bad."
"Yasaburo, are you still convinced that you lost in this competition?" Li Shimin asked Ino Yasaburo.
In fact, after hearing Li Shimin's laughter when he saw Fang Yiai's work, Ino Yasaburo had a bad feeling. Later, when comparing the two paintings together, he saw the full picture of Fang Yiai's work.
, Ino Yasaburo knew in his heart that he had lost. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was also thankful that Fang Yiai had not promised to bet with him before, otherwise he would have lost even more miserably!
However, when he glanced at Fang Yiai's right hand that he dared not move, Ino Yasaburo suddenly felt relieved. After all, he just lost a competition, but Fang Yiai might have caught his right hand. After all, he still made a profit.
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After hearing Li Shimin's question, Ino Yasaburo didn't feel any burden and readily admitted that he had lost the competition.
His cheerfulness attracted strange looks and suspicions from everyone. Everyone was confused. Yesterday, Ino Yasaburo, who was so arrogant and refused to admit defeat, how could he admit defeat so readily today? (Although he was a little embarrassed, he still couldn't understand.
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