As her footsteps fell, she had just finished the first half of the row. Without any pause, Xiang Wanwan raised her other foot and took her tenth step.

Thousands of flowers swallowed the fire together, and the remaining snow burned red for half a day. The rhinoceros armor was cold and the green leaves were heavy, and the jade cup was full of dew. Why should I borrow Changchun wine for longevity, I'm afraid the tea fairy would not accept it. The old leaves had been cold and had grown old, and they were dotted with scarlet.

It’s a flower in the snow. I hope Xi Kuihuo will be loyal and courageous. Isn’t this a fight for beauty and wealth?”

Mr. Wang's wine glass fell on the table with a slap, his eyes were filled with sadness, and if there were tears, he murmured and repeated, "The old leaves are cold in their prime, and they are dotted with scarlet in the snow. May the flowers be loyal and courageous. Isn't it a fight?"

Yanfuguijia...Good poem, good poem."

Wu Yong, the emperor's teacher, was quite interested in the phrase "The peonies are in vain for three springs. Only when they bloom do you know they are not flowers." He murmured to himself for a long time, but felt that it was not enough, so he gave an order to get pens and ink.

Spread the rice paper and press it well.

Wu Yong held the pen and paused for a long time, unable to start writing.

That kind of indescribable ethereal artistic conception can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Even if you want to write down this wonderful poem, you seem to be unable to do so.

He frowned, thought for a while, sighed, and handed the pen to Mr. Wang, "It's better you do it."

Mr. Wang took over the pen and pretended that he was going to write like crazy. The audience watched with their hearts in their throats and waited with bated breath for him to finish writing.

Who would have known that after waiting for a long time, the person who was waiting was the same sigh, "I can't do it either. It seems that I still have to trouble the Crown Princess to record the beautiful words just now and pass them on to future generations."

Xiang Wanwan had already walked back to Bei Che and sat down next to him. After hearing this, she looked at him intuitively, as if asking for his opinion.

After getting permission, Shi Shiran walked over, holding up the hem of his skirt, took the pen, pondered for a moment, and started to write freely.

Her handwriting is thin, flying, and powerful. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the strong penmanship that penetrated the page was written by this delicate woman.

People who read the words sighed in admiration.

Wanwan broke into a cold sweat while writing.

Before becoming a mercenary in her previous life, she had received several years of systematic training. This word was something she deliberately took the time to practice in order to get rid of the impetuous part of her character at that time. She first copied Yan Zhenqing's regular script,

Then I felt that I didn't like it and it lacked some flavor, so I went to see Zhang Xu's Kuang Cao and practiced it for several months. Then I threw it all away and became interested in Wang Xizhi's calligraphy again.

Over the years, Xiang Wanwan's hobbies changed as time went by. In the end, as she practiced more, she had her own style without even realizing it.

Her calligraphy seems to be peaceful and natural, with euphemistic and implicit writing style, and is beautiful and strong. In fact, it hides the universe, with restrained edge, graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, a dragon leaping over the sky gate, and a tiger crouching in the Phoenix Pavilion.

A person's words are true and true.

A person's true character can be concealed on the outside, but between the lines, it is expressed clearly and completely, and it is absolutely difficult to fake it.
Chapter completed!