The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while. Li Qingcha smiled. "It's okay. Just now I saw Xiao Hui staring at the large scroll, and suddenly I had an idea and the urge to write." Wei Xian was slightly stunned, then reacted. "Served with pen and ink!" "Uh, no, no, I'm not used to writing with a brush, mainly because it's too slow. I can just use the pencil I carry with me. Just give me two sheets of paper." "OK then." Wei Xian took out a piece of paper from the drawer on the table and handed it to Li Qingcha. Everyone came over curiously. I have to admit that Mr. Siwei is indeed much faster when writing with a pencil, and he seems to have his own style.
As the saying goes, "Outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway". The great scholars present were all famous calligraphers. They found that when Li Qingcha wrote, it seemed as if he framed the characters in an invisible frame, with each character falling within the edge of the frame. The most amazing thing is Li Qingcha's cursive writing. Both regular script and cursive script have the habit of connecting the strokes, but that is up to the calligrapher, so the locations of the connecting strokes are not always the same. But Li Qingcha's handwriting is different. Although the strokes are also connected, the logic seems to be connected and habitual. For example, the three strokes next to the character "影" are almost perfectly replicated on the character "彬". The great scholars were shocked. This is…… Li Qingcha has a set of his own hard pen fonts! Wei Xian then realized that Li Qingcha did not want to leave behind any articles, but a set of calligraphy works. What a terrible person... He gradually became civilized. Li Qingcha didn't think too much about it. He continued writing while teasing Xiao Hui. Her content is taken from an article in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"—— "Mr. Guo". The story is very simple. A fox haunted the home of a scholar named Guo, and the fox often splashed ink on his articles. Guo found that the stained parts seemed to be able to be deleted, so he revised them. Under the guidance of the fox, his articles became better and better. Later, Guo Sheng graduated from high school and became gradually arrogant. He no longer listened to the fox's teachings, which led to bad consequences. Li Qingcha changed the fox into a little gray cat. It seems that Xiao Hui has really become a spirit.
He jumped onto the paper, leaving footprints in many places on the article, and then said to Li Qingcha: "Meow~" The gentlemen were almost in tears. That was an authentic work of the new calligraphy school, and it was destroyed just like that. Li Qingcha: “…” Scratch Xiao Hui's back. "Don't be ridiculous." "Meow~" Xiao Hui reacted extremely quickly, sweeping Li Qingcha's wrist with his tail and then wrapping it around it. Li Qingcha was surprised. Although she had never raised a cat, she knew that people generally didn't want to touch a cat's tail. "Xiao Hui, what's wrong?" Xiao Hui: “Meow~” It paced back and forth around Li Qingcha's manuscript, wagging its tail. Luo Weiyang said: "Cats like to do this when they find something interesting or curious. They also wag their tails when they are relaxed or thinking about nothing." Li Qingcha smiled, "It turns out that Little Foodie is also Dr. Cat." "(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~ I'm good at observation, okay." "But I saw it swishing its tail left and right, circling around my article, as if to declare that it was its own territory." Li Qingcha cast his eyes on the article. She found that although the kitten stepped on many places, they were all dotted with the same word - Guo. "You want me to change the protagonist's last name?" "Meow~" Xiao Hui swept Li Qingcha with his tail again. Li Qingcha asked: "What to change? How about changing it to 'Luo'?" Xiao Hui: “Meow~” It showed its claws. Luo Weiyang was instantly shocked.
"I love you in vain." She pushed Li Qingcha and said unhappily, "Don't you understand? Xiao Hui wants you to change it to 'Li'." Xiao Hui immediately retracted his claws. Luo Weiyang became even more depressed. She reached into the snack bag she carried with her, took out the dried fish she had prepared for Xiao Hui, and ate it herself, turning her grief and anger into appetite. Li Qingcha did not object, but accepted the advice and changed the article into "Mr. Li". Wei Xian was stunned. Siwei wrote the article for the gentleman, and the kitten revised it. This story is bound to become a legend. Most importantly, what Li Qingcha wrote was absolutely spot-on, and it fully demonstrated the theme of "Pride brings harm, while humility brings benefit." He couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Siwei's writing is no worse than Mr. Lanling's." Li Qingcha: “…” It's clearly just one person, okay! ? She whispered, "Is the Golden Plum Vase really that good?" She remembered very clearly that when she was copying a book, she deliberately wrote "se" as "shi" in the long novel about social life. How could she be popular? Wei Xian shook his head. "Mr. Siwei, you may not know that although the book "The Golden Plum Vase" is very vulgar, the structure used by its author when writing it is unprecedented. The beginning, development, turning point and ending are very smooth, especially at the end of each chapter, there is always a hook left, which makes people addicted to it as soon as they read it." Li Qingcha: “…” She felt that what Wei Xian described seemed to be fragmentary. hiss…… Isn't this a bad habit in modern times? Wei Xian continued, "Moreover, the high conception of "Golden Plum Vase" is unprecedented. As for the men, from high officials to local bullies and even street ruffians and hooligans, all are portrayed vividly. As for the women, they are written extremely vividly." do not talk! What a shame! Li Qingcha coughed lightly. "Well...well, it seems that I am not as good as Mr. Lanling." "How could this be? Although Mr. Siwei's work depicts monsters, it is actually about people. The earnest intention of warning and urging people to do the right thing is unprecedented. Moreover, this is the only hard-pen calligraphy work in the world." "Ah this..."
"I hope Mr. Siwei will leave his manuscript." Wei Xian collected the manuscript in a lightning-fast manner. Then he turned around, "Gentlemen, where do you think it would be best to frame the manuscript and hang it?" The crowd responded, "I think it should be hung in the Debate Tower. This article was written in the tower and fits in with the style of the Debate Tower." "But since it is meant to urge humility and learning, wouldn't it be a pity if it wasn't hung in the lecture hall?" "I think the Forest of Steles is also very suitable. Don't forget that this is a masterpiece of calligraphy. Every word and sentence is like a stele chiseled on stone, immortal and lasting." …… The atmosphere was extremely warm. Li Qingcha winked at Luo Weiyang. "Escape quickly." Chapter 290 Undercurrent the next day. Imperial City, Qianqing Palace. After the morning court session, the emperor drank a bowl of meat porridge to replenish his energy, and then read and worked in the warm room. Just then, a voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, Li Qingcha, the Right Deputy Seal Envoy of the Daolu Division, sent someone to deliver the memorial." There are generally two types of memorials: memorials to the emperor and memorials to the emperor. They are very different: The former is a public matter and follows an open process; The latter were submitted in an individual’s name, and the information generally needed to be kept confidential, so the emperor would process it first and then copy it into the six technical departments. Li Qingcha was acting in accordance with the emperor's orders, so the memorial he handed in was a petition, and outsiders had no way of knowing it. The emperor could not help but frown. There are clear requirements in the Central Decree: Do not play again. Did Li Qingcha just ignore it? He said, “Send it in.”
squeak-- The eunuch pushed the door open and carefully handed the memorial to the emperor. The emperor looked at it and "How is this going?" The reason why he was confused was that the letter Li Qingcha sent was very strange. It was just a roll of paper with a hairband used by women tied on the outside. Too rough.