After listening to Fang Yiai's words, everyone present, except for Eunuch Li who looked nostalgic, the rest are from family backgrounds, even Mr. Zhao from the Agriculture Department and Mr. Liu from the Craftsman's Workshop. None of them seemed to have done anything when they were young.
I have been dealing with urine and mud, and when I think of the dirty mud that is still steaming and smelling of urine, putting a few little hands on it...
Thinking of such a disgusting scene, everyone couldn't help but have black lines on their heads. They looked at Fang Xuanling with a stiff face with some sympathy.
Then everyone heatedly discussed the feasibility of this matter. Fang Yiai, who made the suggestion, was naturally excluded.
Looking at the group of people discussing in full swing, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and their faces were full of excitement. Even Mr. Yu Shinan, who was in his seventies, was flushed with excitement.
Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and secretly checked the sweat on his head, thinking that he had finally passed the test. Then he stood up, returned the private seals in his hands to everyone one by one, and then came to Fang, who looked a little yellow.
Next to Xuanling, he took out a small butter cake from his arms, handed it to Fang Xuanling quietly, and whispered in Fang Xuanling's ear, "This is the butter cake made by my mother herself."
Fang Xuanling was filled with joy for her son's kindness. To be honest, he was really hungry and couldn't bear it anymore. He reached out to take the little oil bun, glanced around, sighed inwardly, and squeezed out one for his son.
He smiled happily, then stuffed the little oil bag into his arms, patted his son's little hand, and turned around to rejoin the discussion.
Fang Yiai sighed, knowing that Fang Xuanling, who pays attention to etiquette, would not eat quietly to fill his stomach. Then he put his hand on Fang Xuanling's back and slowly sent internal energy into Fang Xuanling's body.
Slowly help him warm up his body. At the very least, he can't destroy his body due to hunger. Otherwise, he will really be afraid that his ex, Fang Yiai, will crawl out of the Palace of Hell to find him.
As Fang Yiai's little hand rested on Fang Xuanling's back, Fang Xuanling felt a warm breath gradually fill her body, making the fatigue from two days and one night without rest gradually dissipate.
The feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness caused by hunger is gradually leaving me.
Feeling her son's filial behavior, Fang Xuanling accepted it obediently, feeling greatly comforted in her heart, and her whole face couldn't help but light up with joy.
Fang Yiai lost most of his skills to Fang Xuanling. After feeling that Fang Xuanling's condition was still at its best, he stopped and stopped, wiped the sweat from his head, and sat directly on the floor. He was impatient to listen to the meeting and directly
He fell asleep on Fang Xuanling's lap.
Seeing that her son was willing to get close to her, Fang Xuanling's face was filled with smiles, and she lovingly held Fang Yiai's messy hair on her temples. She didn't dare to move her legs, and even her voice sounded soft when she spoke.
He also lowered himself a lot unconsciously. When turning his body, he would always carefully look at Fang Yiai on his lap, lest he accidentally wake up his son.
From the moment Fang Yiai returned the seal and walked to Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin had been watching Fang Yiai's every move without leaving a trace. He saw the interaction between the two father and son clearly and understood it in his heart.
My beloved minister hasn’t eaten or drank much since last night. Just when he was about to whisper to Li Anyang to prepare some snacks for Fang Xuanling, Fang Yiai’s hand touched Fang Xuanling’s back.
Xuanling's complexion began to improve, and when Fang Xuanling looked at Fang Yiai who was on his lap with happy eyes and loving eyes.
Li Shimin's heart was full of envy and jealousy, and he also understood that, except for his daughters who had nothing to do with the throne, he and his sons would never be as close as Fang and his son in this life! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
, this is the royal family!
It didn't take long for everyone to finish the discussion and put forward a specific plan. Then Mr. Hu from the Ministry of Industry stood up and asked, "I wonder what font the emperor plans to use? I can also make it in the same way."
"I feel that the fonts on the manuscript that the emperor previously asked me to read are good. They are square and powerful, with clear horizontal and vertical lines, and edges and corners. Although the shape is like an inscription, it is smooth and natural. I wonder what the emperor thinks?" Yu Shinan stroked his beard.
, said with shining eyes.
"I also feel that this character is strong and powerful, and the font is clear and easy to identify. It is most suitable for use in carving blueprints." Chu Suiliang also agreed.
The two famous calligraphers of this dynasty all spoke up, and the rest naturally nodded in agreement.
Fang Xuanling did not express an opinion, but just stroked his beard with a smile and looked at his son who was sleeping soundly on his lap.
"I wonder if the emperor can tell me who wrote this word?" Yu Shinan asked expectantly.
When Li Shimin saw the people below, except for Fang Xuanling, who was already aware of it, they all looked over curiously and sighed, as if everyone was looking at them and thinking about why I called Fang Yiai here. Then he said to Fang Xuanling
, "Fang Aiqing, please wake up the calligrapher on your leg."
"What!?"
Everyone was shocked, and the most shocked among them were Yu Shinan and Chu Suiliang, because they both taught at Hongwenguan and had seen the homework handed in by Fang Yiai. Although it was somewhat similar to this font, his characters were similar to this.
The difference between beautiful calligraphy and handwriting is thousands of miles!
At that moment, both of them looked at each other in disbelief and looked at Fang Yiai on Fang Xuanling's lap in surprise.
Fang Yiai was pushed awake by Fang Xuanling. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and said lazily, "Is the meeting over? Are you going home for dinner?"
Ignoring everyone with toothache, Fang Xuanling lovingly patted her son's shoulder and said, "Wake up, the emperor is calling you."
"oh,"
After taking a look at Fang Xuanling's stiff left leg, Fang Yiai stretched out her hand to help Fang Xuanling hold it, and then looked up at Li Shimin in confusion.
"I leave it to you to write the movable type copybook. You have to write the words well for me, otherwise I will make your kid unable to even drink soup." Li Shimin said with a smile, pretending to be a threat.
Before Fang Yiai could agree, Yu Shinan glared at Fang Yiai with a dark face and asked, "Fang Yiai, did you really write this word?"
After seeing Fang Yi and admitting all his love, Yu Shinan said with a cold voice of displeasure, "So, you didn't do any of the homework assigned by me in the past?"
Chu Suiliang on the side also looked at Fang Yiai with some displeasure.
Fang Yiai had a big head. She looked back and forth apologetically at the two ladies in front of her, and whispered, "Aren't I afraid of being regarded as a monster? So...?"
"What did you say? Louder!" Mr. Yu Shinan yelled in mid-term. The serious old man in teaching angrily scolded his students, completely forgetting about the emperor Li Shimin behind the desk.
"The handwriting of children of the same age is all twisted. If I were to directly pick up such a handwriting, would I believe it was written by the student himself when I saw it for the first time?" Fang Yiai said respectfully.
A courtesy, direct questions instead of answers.
"This..." Yu Shinan frowned and thought for a moment. Indeed, if Fang Yiai had handed in such an impartial handwriting at the beginning, he might have suspected that someone had done it for him.
"I definitely won't believe it." Chu Suiliang was startled, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, and answered honestly.
"How long have you been practicing this font?" Seeing that Yu Shinan was speechless, Li Shimin couldn't help but ask.
"Three years, right? Almost." Fang Yiai thought for a while and compiled.
"Three years?!"
Everyone took a breath, said in disbelief, and looked at Fang Yiai suspiciously.
"Is this how you practice?" Li Shimin took out the strokes Fang Yiai wrote for Lu Yi to copy with great interest, handed it to Li Anyang next to him, and asked him to take it down and show it to the ministers.
Fang Yiai nodded, acknowledging it.
"Back to the emperor, this matter is not impossible. My adopted son Lu Yi, as well as Yiai and Lu Yi's two book boys, all copied this kind of calligraphy calligraphy. In more than a month, the three people's calligraphy
It has all taken shape." Fang Xuanling stood up and said, then raised his head to look at Chu Suiliang and Yu Shinan, "Master Yu and Master Chu should be aware of the progress in Chinese calligraphy given by Yi Ai, which is all the result of Lu Yi and the two schoolboys.
written."
After listening to Fang Xuanling's words, the people who were looking at the copybooks in their hands turned their eyes to Yu Shinan and Chu Suiliang, hoping for confirmation.
After thinking about it for a moment, Yu Shinan and Chu Suiliang looked at each other, and then Yu Shinan replied, "Indeed, in more than a month, from a mess of lines to clear strokes, the progress is indeed rapid."
"So, this kind of calligraphy post is a very good enlightenment post." Du Ruhui said pertinently.
"The post is a good one, and the words are good." Yu Shinan said expressionlessly, "But how are you going to explain to Fang Yiai how you fooled the master?"
"Uh, this...?" Fang Yiai was stunned, a little at a loss.
"If you can compose a poem on the spot, no matter the title or rhyme, if you compose it, all your previous mistakes will be wiped out. I can guarantee that none of Hong Wen Guan's wives will make things difficult for you. How about that?" Yu Shinan asked.
With tempting conditions, naked temptation.
"What if I can't write it?" Fang Yiai asked timidly. After all, I didn't know that I could time travel before, so I didn't remember any poems and felt a little unsure.
"Hmph! If you can't write it, then I'll copy the homework you assigned me ten times! Mencius copied it hundreds of times. I don't care what the other teachers do to you!" Old God Yu Shinan threatened directly.
He knew in his heart that Yu Shinan was deliberately testing Fang Yiai's poetic talent in school, so Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin, Du Ruhui and others did not intercede, but looked at Fang Yiai expectantly.
Looking at this posture, Fang Yiai knew that she could not escape. She sighed, lowered her head and thought hard.
After everyone waited quietly for half a stick of incense, Fang Yiai stopped pacing slowly and raised his head. Li Anyang quickly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a tray. Fang Yiai picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and followed Li Anyang.
Anyang was holding the tray and started writing quickly.
Seeing Fang Yiai writing, everyone gathered around curiously. Chu Suiliang, who had a good position, directly followed Fang Yiai's writing and read word for word,
"The child (Gardenia) looks at the Southern Star,
Thinking alone under the vine at night (Citrus aurantium),
Why does Red Sword carry Baiji Book?
Inform the stepmother (Yimu) when it is time to return."