A Blessed Daughter

  Chapter 37 Original hero

   "Mother, wait a moment, I'll go and find out." Wei Yichen replied, and then got off his horse and walked into the crowd.

  After waiting for a while, Wei Yichen came back, his expression was much more excited than when he went.

   "Mom, it's a newly opened store that is holding a competition."

   "What shop, what competition?" Seeing his son's excited appearance, Yun became more curious.

   It is rare to see my son so excited about one thing.

   "It's Sibao Zhai. It opened a branch in Xingshan County, and competed in calligraphy and writing. The winner will get the calligraphy of Tibetan forest dwellers."

   "Sibaozhai? The paper your father brought back last time seems to be from Sibaozhai."

   "It's this Sibaozhai!" Wei Yichen said excitedly.

"There is also the Tibetan monk, is he a famous gentleman in Huzhou Prefecture? I heard your father mention him last time. The article is very good. He used to be an academician of the Imperial Academy. After he retired, he lived in seclusion in Huzhou Prefecture. , planted a bamboo forest in front of the house, and regarded himself as a layman in the Tibetan forest."

   "It is this person!"

  That's why Wei Yichen is so excited now.

  Whether it's the paper from Sibaozhai or the ink treasures of Tibetan Buddhists, Wei Yichen is very interested.

  Seeing his son's thoughts, Yun said, "Then why are you still standing there? In terms of calligraphy and writing, my son is one of the best in Xingshan County."

  Hearing this, Wei Yichen looked at his father at the side again.

  Wei Mingting agreed: "Go, as a father, I also want to see my son's literary talent."

   "The son has gone."

  Wei Yichen walked into the crowd excitedly.

  Wei Mingting said to several people in the carriage: "You guys also get out of the carriage and take a walk."

  After Wei Mingting had spoken, the Yun family let go of the three children, asked Wei Qingwan and Wei Ruo to put on their veiled hats, and told their maids to follow them closely.

  As for Wei Yilin, she watched in person, so that the child would not know where he went.

  After getting out of the car, Wei Ruo and Xiumei squeezed into the crowd, surrounding the audience to compete for the calligraphy of the Tibetan Layman.

   Both of them had excitement on their faces. Although they were not as good as Wei Yichen, they were obviously more concerned about other things, especially Wei Ruo.

   The content of the competition is very simple. Participants will make a short essay on the spot according to the given topic and write it on paper.

  Finally, judge the pros and cons according to the content of the article and the quality of calligraphy.

   The shopkeeper of Sibaozhai, who presided over this competition, was a middle-aged man with a beard. He was slightly fat and had a simple and honest smile.

  He warmly greeted every attracted student, explained the rules of the competition to them, and invited them to participate.

  The pens, inks, papers and inkstones used in the competition are all provided by their Sibaozhai.

  After Wei Yichen squeezed into the crowd, the shopkeeper introduced him with a smile.

   "Young master, you only need to write some thoughts according to the topic. We don't compare the content of the article, but only the calligraphy."

   "Okay, I'll try. Please give me a pen and paper from the shopkeeper."

  The shopkeeper hurriedly asked the waiter to prepare new paper and pens for Wei Yichen.

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wei Yichen wrote about a hundred words eloquently.

  The pen is vigorous and powerful, and the full and round handwriting immediately aroused a burst of applause from the audience.

  After finishing writing, the shopkeeper did not comment, but asked the waiter to hang up Wei Yichen's work carefully.

   At this time, there are already many secondary works hanging on the shelf next to it, all of which were written by those who participated in the competition today. Everyone hangs them side by side, so that anyone passing by can appreciate and judge.

   A luxuriously decorated carriage in the distance has been parked in place for a while.

  The people in the car are also looking this way.

   "Brother Yu, are you interested too?" Chu Lan asked Lu Yuhong who had been watching the excitement beside him.

Lu Yuhong quickly shook his head: "Your Highness, please don't make fun of me. I can do martial arts competitions, horseback riding, archery, cuju, and kill the enemy in battle. I can't compare calligraphy and literary talent. I just think this store is interesting, but I managed to make it when it opened. These are novel tricks, and they even used calligraphy treasures of Laymen in the Tibetan forest as prizes, so I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

   "Indeed, there are more methods than ordinary shops." Chu Lan commented, his tone was rather dull, and he was not as eager as Lu Yuhong.

   "By the way, is the person on the horse over there from the Zhongyi House in the capital? It looks familiar." Lu Yuhong asked.

  Following the direction Lu Yuhong pointed, Chu Lan saw Wei Mingting.

   "It's him, the third son of Uncle Zhongyi, Wei Mingting, the current lieutenant of Cong Liupin Zhongxian."

   "Your Highness still remembers clearly, I can't remember these, and I can't remember the ones left in the capital, let alone the ones outside the capital."

"Uncle Zhongyi's mansion, including Uncle Zhongyi himself, is a group of people without long bones. Wei Mingting is the only exception. It's a pity that he is only reckless and doesn't know how to adapt. Otherwise, he would have left this place a long time ago." Chu Lan commented .

   "It's no wonder that Uncle Zhongyi's mansion has been in a slump these years. It's a pity that there are no successors. It's a pity. I also heard from my father that Uncle Zhongyi was a famous founder of the country!"

  Although Lu Yuhong came from a scholarly family, he inexplicably admired those who practiced martial arts, especially those famous generals who had done heroic deeds.

   "Let's go." Chu Lan suddenly opened the curtain of the car and got up.

   "Where to?"

   "Competition."

   "Eh? Your Highness, are you interested?" Lu Yuhong chased after him curiously.

  Chu Lan didn't answer, and went straight to the crowd.

  The competition is still going on, almost everyone has tried it, and the works have been hung up for everyone to see.

  Among many works, Wei Yichen's is obviously the most eye-catching one.

   It is also the one that attracts the most people to watch.

  Yun's right, when it comes to calligraphy, Wei Yichen is definitely one of the best in Xingshan County.

  After he participated in the competition, the others were compared by him.

  Victory is in sight, Wei Qingwan is very happy for Wei Yichen.

   At this moment, a man in brocade clothes came over.

   "I'll try it too."

   Everyone consciously made way for the man in brocade clothes.

  Just from the man's attire and the entourage behind him, it is not difficult to guess that this person's identity is unusual.

  Wei Mingting also looked over, startled.

  He couldn't confirm the identity of the person in front of him, but he could see the clue from the accessories of the man's entourage.

  Wei Ruo recognized the man's identity at a glance—the Seventh Prince Chu Lan.

   is the hero of the original book, and also the person who executed himself in the original book.

  Thinking of this, Wei Ruo subconsciously walked towards the periphery of the crowd, putting distance between himself and the two.

  Although she didn't know what it was useful for, she just instinctively wanted to keep a distance from what she thought was a dangerous factor.

  Wei Ruo looked at Wei Qingwan again, and saw that Wei Qingwan was looking at Chu Lan.

  Chu Lan was supposed to meet Wei Qingwan at Fahua Temple, but she missed it because of her absence as a supporting role.

   Could it be that this belated encounter is about to happen today?

  (end of this chapter)