Journey To the West From The Qin Dynasty

Fusu was very embarrassed at this moment.

He wanted to take Li Jue away, but Zhao Gao, Lu Buwei and Li Si called him instead.

Especially Lu Buwei, said: "My lord, I have written a few calligraphy, you have quite a lot of research on this method, come and appreciate it."

Li Si also smiled and said: "Young Master loves calligraphy very much. I also borrowed a medicine list from him. It is said that the medicine list is for curing Princess Leping. The calligraphy itself is of extremely high level."

He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The old man just copied three or four parts of its true meaning."

Zhao Gao himself has a very good literary talent, so he smiled at this time: "A few days ago, I got a copy of Analects in running script, and I have been copying it all the time, but I can't even copy the true meaning of it, I am ashamed."

Having said that, his writing is very beautiful, and it is still above Li Si and Lu Buwei.

Immediately attracted the praise of the crowd.

Several big shots were blowing rainbow farts to each other, their words were modest, but their faces were full of pride.

Great Qin Shangwu, but these big shots are representatives of various schools of thought, and they also hope that academics can make people surrender.

As soon as calligraphy, a new thing, appeared, it occupied the hearts of bigwigs, making them feel that writing good calligraphy can better promote their academics.

For this reason, each of them was competing with each other, so calligraphy spread throughout half of the Qin Dynasty in just one month.

At the upper level, it has attracted countless people to follow.

The eldest son Fusu was above calligraphy and walked ahead of everyone.

But he didn't know it, and always regarded himself as a junior, thinking that what the big guys wrote must be better.

I didn't expect it to be so bad.

Sure enough, there are specialties in the art industry, and the bosses also have places beyond their reach.

The eldest son Fusu was a little embarrassed at this moment, he really didn't want to stay, but everyone called him.

I had no choice but to pull Li Jue and bite the bullet and stepped forward.

Everyone glanced at Li Jue, feeling that it was inappropriate for such an executioner to appear here, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Only Zhao Gao's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he smiled slightly, ignoring it.

Lu Buwei said: "My lord, you have made a lot of achievements in calligraphy. Let us taste it and see how our writing is. How is it compared with your lord?"

Everyone laughed, thinking that what Lu Buwei and others wrote must not be as good as the eldest son.

However, Fusu has always been a good baby, so he must be ashamed of himself.

as expected.

Fusu said: "Master Xiang was joking. In front of all the elders, Fusu is just playing tricks, not worth mentioning."

Everyone stroked their beards and smiled in satisfaction.

However, Zhao Gao noticed Li Jue, and then said with a smile: "My lord, you brought an executioner here. Could it be that he also has achievements in calligraphy?"

Having said that, he felt that a mere executioner probably could not read big characters, so how could he know calligraphy.

Everyone thinks so too.

The Confucianists present, especially Ye Xiu, a great Confucianist, had an idea and looked Li Jue up and down.

When welcoming the triumphant army, he was outmatched by Li Jue. Now in terms of calligraphy and academics, can't he win a victory?

Great Confucian Ye Xiudao: "Eldest Young Master had a lot of respect for Li Tingzhang before, and I think he has made some achievements in calligraphy."

This is to catch the ducks on the shelves.

Li Jue looked calm as usual, cupped his hands and said, "My lords are just joking, this boy is just a mere executioner, even his name is written in a crooked manner, how can he know calligraphy?"

I'm going to say goodbye soon, a bunch of old people, wasting his time, discussing calligraphy here during dinner, what do you think! ?

He just wanted to eat and drink, but he didn't want to spend time with them.

but.

Li Jue wanted to leave, but in the eyes of everyone, it was more like running away. How could Zhao Gao, Ye Xiu and others let him do so.

Even Lu Buwei felt resentful when Li Jue refused to recruit him several times. He planned to pinch Li Jue and let him know who was worth relying on.

Only Fusu's expression changed drastically.

He didn't want the masters to make a fool of themselves, they were the pillars of the Great Qin, they were also the ministers of the Great Qin, and they were role models for countless people.

If Li Jue is compared here, it will definitely be very embarrassing.

So, he hurriedly persuaded: "Li Tingchang only went to a private school for a few years when he was a child. Some of the masters came from Jixia College, and each of them is well-read poetry and books. How can he compare?"

Then he cupped his hands and said: "Masters, let him go and let him eat and drink, he is just an executioner."

Zhao Gao knew that Li Jue and Fu Su had a good relationship, and he felt that Li Jue was a talent, but he supported Hu Hai.

Therefore, Fusu and Li Jue should not be allowed to go too close together. If Li Jue can be beaten to the ground, then Fusu's left and right arms can be cut off.

Therefore, he said: "My lord, you are joking. You are a calligraphy lover here. Regardless of your status, no matter how deep you are, you can use ink."

Everyone clapped their hands and nodded. Although they all looked down on the executioner, they were bored here and wished to see people make a fool of themselves.

Many people can't say what is good or bad, but the pure celebration banquet is too boring, and they are all used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, so it is best to have something to adjust.

After all, they didn't take Li Jue seriously and made fun of him.

Afterwards, Fusu didn't give Fusu a chance to refuse, and directly brought a bamboo slip with brush and ink for Li Jue to use.

Fusu had a headache, he really didn't want to embarrass the masters.

They are the backbone of Daqin and the humerus of Daqin. If they make a fool of themselves in public, what should they do?

I had no choice but to come to Li Jue's side and said, "Li Ting Zhang, since the masters asked you to write, you can write, but don't be too serious, save some face for them."

Li Jue understood what Fusu meant, and he didn't want to embarrass these ministers. That would be too eye-catching, which was not what he wanted.

Anyway, he couldn't escape, so he just wrote a random word and sent them away.

Try to write as ugly as possible, it's okay to make them proud.

Li Jue thought for a while and said, "Young Master, don't worry, I'll just write with my left hand."

Fu Su nodded immediately, and said, "You still need to be considerate."

Li Jue smiled. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he even wanted to write with his feet. That would be a little bit of a guarantee that his writing would be uglier than theirs.

Then Li Jue picked up the Langhao pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote a poem in cursive lines.

Qin Wang swept Liuhe, and the tiger looked at He Xiongzai.

Swinging the sword to break the floating clouds, all the princes came to the west.

There were still more later, but the bamboo slips were too short, and Li Jue didn't want to write more, so he just threw away the pen.

It's just that when he wrote with his left hand, he deliberately looked ugly, hoping to make it more ugly, but after writing, he found that it was still too beautiful.

Looking at the magnificent and eloquent verses again, they are completely different from the genre in the Book of Songs, but they read majestic and majestic.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Li Jue was also stunned. Seeing everyone's appearance, he knew something bad was going on.

How much he wanted to hear Zhao Gao's ridicule, and even more how he wanted to hear Lu Buwei's advice.

Big guys, hurry up and scold me.

only.

Where do these bigwigs have the face to criticize Li Jue, at least in terms of calligraphy and poetry, they have no right to criticize Li Jue at all.

Zhao Gao broke the brush in his hand, he was already ready to sneer a few words, and then show off his literary talents.

As a result, at this moment, he wanted to slap himself twice, and Li Jue pretended to be so talkative.

Lu Buwei was also stunned, why is he so talented, his writing is so beautiful, he is right-handed, how can he write so well with his left hand! ?

Li Si was also dumbfounded. He looked at a few old enemies.

I thought that some old enemies pulled Li Jue out to play tricks, but why did they feel like they were being played! ?

Who can explain that a mere executioner who has only studied for a few years can write such a beautiful running script and such majestic and majestic poems! ?

The great Confucianist Ye Xiu had just prepared his stomach full of words, ready to slander Li Jue, but at this moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

What the hell, they rushed to give Li Jue his face to beat him, it's too cheap.

Helping Su put his hand on his forehead, he was also very helpless. He had already seen that Li Jue tried his best to write ugly, but it was still too good, so there was no way.

He wanted to save the face of the masters, but he was powerless.

Their behavior is like boiling water in a cauldron—a boil.

At this time, Meng Yi from the Meng family came, and he glanced at the poem, and was immediately shocked.

"Which lord wrote the poem? Li Xiang? Lu Xiang? Zhao lord, is that you?"

Seeing that no one answered, Meng Yi was stunned for a moment, and said: "The words are so familiar, hey, Li Jue, you couldn't have written them?"

Everyone looked at Meng Yi, and Meng Yi pointed to the first post copied by everyone, and said: "That poor night in the front table, who doesn't ask the common people and asks ghosts and gods, was written by Li Tingchang."

Zhao Gao and the others realized immediately that the master copybook they had been copying was actually written by Li Jue, whom they despised.

What a shame to throw it home.

Fusu hurriedly came to Meng Yi's side and whispered a few words, which made Meng Yi understand the situation, and laughed.

Then he said: "Li Tingchang is still very talented, but calligraphy and poetry are small ways after all, our Great Qin puts military merit first, you should continue to learn martial arts bravely."

Li Jue clasped his fists and said, "Master Meng said that these are all things that are not allowed to appear on the stage."

Meng Yi and everyone's faces turned red, calligraphy is popular among the upper echelons of Daqin now, if you say you can't get on the stage, where do you put everyone's face?

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, an eunuch came to invite all the ministers to return to their thrones, and Ying Zheng came out.

That's when the crowd dispersed.

However, before Meng Yi left, he followed Li Jue's poem.

Everyone also wanted to snatch it, especially Li Si, who hurriedly said: "Master Meng, you already have famous sentences, this one should be given to me."

Where is Meng Yi willing to give in, said: "Impossible, I should dedicate this kind of congratulations to the king."

The others are not stupid either, saying that poetry and calligraphy are small ways is just to save face, the body is still very honest.

Such a magnificent poem points out Yingzheng's great achievements and praises the great Qin's greatness.

Taking it out at such a time and dedicating it to Ying Zheng, no one dared to imagine how happy Ying Zheng would be.

Li Jue is not qualified to contribute, and these bigwigs naturally want to fight for it.

It's just that when Li Jue was around, they were too embarrassed to snatch it away, but now Li Jue was dragged away by Fu Su, and everyone was torn apart.

Li Jue, who had already taken his seat, couldn't help curling his lips when he saw this scene.

"I haven't seen the world."

Then he shook his head, looked at the delicious food on the table, ignored everyone's strange eyes, and started to gobble it up.

However, Li Jue did not notice that a person had sneaked in during the palace banquet.

The man was wrapped tightly, and when the wind lifted the hood, he could notice that under the clothes, there was a golden-haired monkey.