Zhou Ruo's thoughts were very complicated. He chatted with Chen Ao in a mess. Chen Ao said something and she answered it, which was very embarrassing.

Although Cai Lun on the other side started chatting and laughing again, his eyes looked here from time to time.

Cai Lun saw Zhou Ruo's shameful and embarrassed look, like a slightly frown willow eyebrows, watery eyes, and thin lips gently pursed, and he was immediately distracted again.

The more Mr. Cai couldn't get anything, the more itchy he felt. Looking at Chen Ao's eyes shaking the fan and Zhou Ruo's smile, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes.

This Chen Ao overwhelmed Cai Lun in the limelight in the Imperial College, and also made Cai Lun lose face in front of Miss Zhou. For a young man like Cai Lun, this was almost a great humiliation.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the mountain room, and several friends went out to see it immediately. When they came back, Wu Saner also came from the tea room behind and asked, "What's wrong?" He glanced at Chen Ao, and saw Chen Ao's indifferent appearance, he knew that Brother Shen was trying to avoid suspicion, so he had to deal with this matter.

Since the opening of Suiyashan House, no one has caused trouble. After all, most of the customers here are scholars. How can you do something that is insulting? Wu Saner calmed down. After all, she saw more worlds now, so she would not panic and scolded: "What's the big deal? Come out and take a look."

He took a few servants out, and after a while, he brought two people in. First, the man was wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt and shaking a paper fan. He was about thirty years old, with a fair complexion and excellent maintenance. The one behind him had a white face and no beard expression, and he followed the middle-aged Confucian shirt carefully, and his back was unconsciously bent.

These two people were Zhao Ji and Yang Jian. Zhao Ji was upset, so he took Yang Jian out to walk around in a very short dress. He thought to himself: "When Chen Ao of the Imperial College caused such a big incident, what does this person look like? What does this Sui Yashan House have to do with him?" With these questions, I couldn't help but want to come and have a look.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Suiya Mountain Room, his disciples stopped him. Just now, Wu Saner went out and calmed down. He asked him to come up with a pair of friends. Zhao Ji was secretly surprised in his heart that there was no tea shop in this world that made things difficult for tea shops. After the pair came out, Wu Saner led him in. Zhao Ji was also an elegant person. As soon as he entered here, he felt that this place was extraordinary, as if even the air was filled with the fragrance of books.

He walked slowly and saw the left and right walls of the tea room full of running script and paintings. He didn't bother to drink tea and stopped to appreciate the calligraphy.

"Hey, what kind of running script is this?" Zhao Ji couldn't help but exclaim under a post of running script. The running script in front of him was like cursive script, but it was not like it. The brushwork and characters were exquisite, but Zhao Ji had seen countless famous running scripts from all generations, but he could never imagine which sage created this calligraphy.

It is well known that Zhao Ji loves calligraphy and painting. At this time, he saw a calligraphy that he had never seen before, and immediately became interested. After observing it in a daze for a long time, he couldn't help but say: "This post has a graceful style, elegant style, rigorous structure, mature brushwork, and integrated calligraphy, which integrates the essence of calligraphy in the past dynasties. I just don't know who this writer is? It's really amazing that there is no inscription."

Yang Jian knew Zhao Ji's intentions and whispered: "Your Majesty, did you ask someone to bring this book back to the palace?"

Zhao Ji shook his head: "A gentleman does not win the favor of others. This tea shop can hang such running scripts, which shows that the tea shops here are also very good."

He suddenly became interested and was fascinated by the whole person. He couldn't help but say aloud: "Come on, give me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

This sentence made many tea lovers look over and couldn't help but think, this person is really presumptuous, is this your home? Just take the pen and ink?

Yang Jian responded to the order and immediately went to find Wu Saner. Wu Saner didn't care and asked the servant to bring the tea table and place it under Zhao Ji, and all the pen, ink, paper and ink were coming.

Zhao Ji was about to start writing, but his heart was shocked and thought: "I am going on a tour today. If I use my font, I will be exposed and hidden. However, my skills are very itchy, and I can't help but compare with the writer who wrote this book. Good, then learn his calligraphy and see how much I can imitate it."

As he said that, he turned his wrist and then started to splash ink after a simple layout.

Zhao Ji imitated Chen Ao's handwriting, but Chen Ao used Zhao style running script by Zhao Mengfu, a calligrapher of the Yuan Dynasty. Zhao Mengfu was knowledgeable and talented, good at poetry and literature, knowledgeable about economics, skilled in calligraphy, skilled in painting, good at metal and stone, proficient in rules and regulations, and understood appreciation. In particular, he had the highest achievements in calligraphy and painting, and created a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty, and was called the "Crown of the Yuan people". He was also good at seal, clerical, regular, running, cursive script, and was especially famous for regular and running script.

Zhao Ji is also a master of calligraphy. He quickly understood it and saw the essence of Zhao Mengfu's running script at a glance. When he finished writing, many enthusiasts also looked over. One of them couldn't help but exclaim: "My husband is so powerful. He can only take a few glances and get the essence of this book. This book is very good."

Zhao Ji stroked his beard and looked at the running script he wrote, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He laughed. Although this running script still has regrets compared to the original, he was afraid that few people in the world could imitate the charm of seven or eight points in a hurry. After he stayed in the palace for a long time, most of the people who appreciated his calligraphy and paintings were ministers and eunuchs. Although these people praised Zhao Ji one by one, Zhao Ji knew in his heart that most of them were flattering and could not be considered true.

Now that I have met someone who has never been masked here to appreciate it, Zhao Ji's self-esteem has been greatly satisfied, and he said modestly: "I am not worth mentioning, but it is far inferior to this original work. I just imitate you."

When everyone saw that he had a gentle face, he had no pride and smiled very nicely. In addition, he could also tell that he was a master of running script. Many people also like running script and said, "I am so gentle that such good words are excellent."

Zhao Ji smiled, and even Yang Jian felt a gleam on his face. Just then, Cai Lun and several prison students also came over. He was in a bad mood. At this moment, he saw many people complimenting Zhao Ji. He looked at Zhao Ji and felt that this person seemed familiar and seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember who he was.

He sneered, went to see Zhao Ji's handwriting again, and then looked cold, saying, "The imitation is just a similar figure than the original, and it is not very powerful."

He shook his fan and continued to comment arrogantly: "Especially the original writing, the original writing is flowing through the clouds and water, as if there are traces of a gurgling stream passing by. Looking at my husband's imitation, it is very stiff. In my opinion, this imitation is nothing more than that."

Zhao Ji's face changed suddenly, and then he smiled again: "I must be a master of running script after listening to what my brother said."

Cai Lun's running script has indeed been given the true teachings of Cai Jing, and it is also outstanding among the handsome young people. Although Zhao Ji is powerful, he still hastily written the imitation and copying. In Cai Lun's opinion, he is not very clever.

Cai Lun intended to regain his face, and saw Chen Ao and Zhou Ruo not far away being attracted, and wanted to show off his running script in front of Zhou Ruo, and sneered: "I dare not, I dare not, but I am afraid that I am still more clever than my husband's imitation."

Zhao Ji suppressed his anger and smiled: "Then please give me advice." The tone of this was to provoke Cai Lun. Zhao Ji was the 95th emperor, who dared to disobey him on weekdays? Today, he met a crazy student who demoted his running script to a worthless price. He was furious and wanted to compete with Cai Lun.

Cai Lun just laughed, and when he saw Chen Ao and Zhou Ruo coming, he said to Zhou Ruo: "Miss Zhou, do you think I should compare with this husband?" He wanted to follow the example of a romantic talent, and wait for the beauty to speak, and then defeat the stranger in front of him. At that time, he could get a good reputation, and maybe he could win the favor of the beauty, killing two birds with one stone.

Zhou Ruo returned to her beauty's appearance and said coldly: "This husband wants to give you advice. What does it have to do with me?"

Chen Ao kept silent, but his temper became stronger. Cai Lun is such a bastard. He obviously ignored him, but he still stubbornly wrestled with him. My cousin already has a master, so why are you showing off? It's so hateful, I have to find an opportunity to attack his arrogance.

His eyes flashed and fell on Zhao Ji again. Zhao Ji's clothes were very ordinary, but there was a faint inviolable aura. Chen Ao looked at people very accurately and immediately felt that this person was very unusual. His behavior seemed to be born to be someone else's permission to disobey.

And the fan in his hand looked like an ordinary thing at first glance, but if you were careful, you would find that the bone was very unusual and was actually made of red sandalwood. This bone alone would probably be of great value.

Chen Ao can conclude that this person’s family background is extraordinary, at least it will not be worse than Cai Lun.

When I looked at his calligraphy again, I couldn't help but look at a hint of appreciation in my eyes. This imitation may have many loopholes in the eyes of real experts. However, Chen Ao, a thief who relies on imitating famous works, can see the trick. This person can reach this level by imitating the first time he imitated it, which shows that his foundation is very solid, and his level of running script can definitely be considered among the famous masters.

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