Of course the host at the wine table was Shopkeeper Zhu, but he recommended Ni Hui to host the conversation. Ni Hui was not polite, because he was the most senior official present and was an unknown official, so he naturally had a condescending air. Take

He took the wine glass and said a few polite words, and then everyone had a full glass. After pouring it, he asked the governor of the punishment department, Mr. Mao Longgenmao, who was slightly junior to him, to preside over it. Although Mao Longgen was the governor of the punishment department.

He is a criminal judge in the Criminal Justice Department, but he is not responsible for cases. He mainly does some secretarial work. Although he can write well and has a stupid mouth, when he heard that he was going to speak in public, he immediately turned red in the face.

Just say cheers, cheers! Everyone laughed and drank a toast each.

Then there is Gao Yang, the governor of Wenjiang Prefecture. This Gao Yang is very good at flattering, especially Tang Yan. After all, Tang Yan's father is the prefect and his immediate boss, and he still spares no effort to exaggerate Miss Tang's calligraphy. It is a pity that if she were not a daughter,

It is not advisable to show too much publicity, otherwise her calligraphy will become famous all over the world and everyone will know it.

Tang Yan used to be flattered when others praised her, but now she quickly shook her head when she heard this and said: "No matter how good my calligraphy is, it's useless. I'm far behind my husband, whose calligraphy is the best in the world."

"

Gao Yang said: "Yes, I must appreciate Master Qiu's calligraphy carefully this time."

Everyone drank the cup again.

After three glasses of wine, everyone was a little drunk and even came up. Tang Yan said: "Let's write a word first and see who wins and who comes last? And Miss Cuiliu can't be around.

, you have to avoid it. After we finish writing and post it on the wall, no one is allowed to speak. After you come in and judge alone, then use a pen to mark the winner and the last two people. Judge in the order you think it is, so that it is fair.

Otherwise, sir, you will definitely be ranked first, or you will have to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots when you go back."

Everyone laughed again.

Shopkeeper Zhu nodded and said to Cuiliu: "Okay, you go outside and you won't come in until we finish writing."

Cuiliu agreed, and after going out, she called a servant who was wearing a hat and a black shirt. He was very agile and his name was Wanran. Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this. Tang Yan asked shopkeeper Zhu curiously: "What's your name?"

Is it called Wanran?"

Ni Hui immediately rushed to say: "Of course it comes from Li Shangyin's poem. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time, right? Shopkeeper Zhu."

Shopkeeper Zhu smiled and nodded with some pride and said, "Yes, the name does come from Li Shangyu's poem. But there is a small allusion to his name. Let him say it himself.

"

He bowed in despair and said: "Lao Lu took the imperial examination eight times in a row, but failed every time. Until now, he has achieved nothing and is still a child. Whenever he thinks of these past events, he shakes his head and sighs. Later, he followed shopkeeper Zhu, who knew about this past of mine.

After that, I laughed and said that I guess fame and fortune have no destiny for me in this life, and I really can’t wait to reminisce about this feeling.”

Ni Hui clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that for you, this relationship is not the relationship between a man and a woman, colleagues or friends, but the relationship between the imperial examination and the fame. In fact, what good is fame and fortune? I am a Jinshi.

So what can I do? It’s not like I only have so much money all day long, and even buying firewood, rice, oil and salt is not enough. It’s really disappointing to see others living in high-rise buildings and eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, while I only have nothing to do with my sleeves." He sounded happy.

Na Wanran's words were actually meant to show off himself. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything.

Tang Yan saw that Qiu Wuhen was just immersed in drinking and eating food and rarely talked. It was obvious that he didn't like these people very much. She thought that this was to give herself face, and she felt grateful and guilty at the same time. It seems that she should not do this in the future.

If you agree to someone else's invitation first with the adult's consent, the adult will be in trouble.

Mao Jie was Li Hui's subordinate. He was the ninth grade inspector and was appointed as the Provincial Envoy. He quickly flattered the leader and said: "Master Ni, that's because you are an honest official, clean and self-sufficient, and never do any evil things."

He is the most upright person, so naturally he has fewer opportunities to make money. Therefore, your reputation is based on our declaration that the Political Envoy is the best. When everyone talks about Mr. Ni, he must give a thumbs up.

"

Ni Hui smiled triumphantly and wanted to say more. Unexpectedly, Tang Yan smiled and said: "Not every official has the opportunity to be greedy for money. If you have real power, money will be easy to come by. But many officials, such as us here,

Most of them are in charge of some desk work, and they don’t have much real power. They only have hard work, and they just have a breath of fresh air. Even if they are greedy for some unconscionable money, they still have to have a chance! Someone has to give it to them, right? "

In fact, everyone knows this, but no one has ever dared to say it in public like Tang Yan, and she felt a little embarrassed for a while. The few here are actually Qingshui officers in the yamen, and there are no opportunities to make money in their positions. Every time

Thinking about it, I secretly sighed. If they had the opportunity to make money, they might not be so noble. But now they can only use their own nobleness as the last fig leaf to make themselves feel more noble. Unexpectedly, Tang Yan told the truth. How much

It's a bit boring. But you can't get angry. Tang Yan's father is a dignified prefect, who is much higher than them!

Shopkeeper Zhu immediately realized the embarrassment and said, "Okay, let's start writing! I also want to see how the copybook you wrote is like, Mr. Qiu?"

Ni Hui said to Tang Yan: "What copybook should I copy?"

Tang Yan rolled her eyes and said: "Of course everyone has copied it countless times. The most famous "Lanting Preface" by Wang Xizhi, no one has copied it less than a hundred times."

Everyone nodded frequently. It is true that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy has been copied repeatedly by everyone who practices calligraphy since childhood. He is called the sage of calligraphy. Who else can surpass his calligraphy?

As a result, everyone had no objections and just pondered the calligraphy in their minds. Because they had copied it countless times and were familiar with the content of the calligraphy, there was no need to post another post for everyone to practice it.

Once you have it all in mind, just write it down.

Now everyone sat at the table, took pens in hand and started writing.

After Qiu Wuhen sat down, he picked up his pen and said to Yao Hulu in his mind: "Brother Hulu, please help me print this "Preface to Orchid Pavilion" by Wang Xizhi."

The medicine gourd shook twice, and a stream of white smoke came out. He controlled Qiu Wuhen's hand and began to write. As soon as he wrote a few words, Qiu Wuhen felt something was wrong, and he quickly corrected it in his mind.

Yao Gulu said, "Tang Ting, what are you doing? Why is there a seal on it?"

The words written by Qiu Wuhen actually had a red seal on them, but they were damaged and there were traces of the seal. Another row of words immediately appeared on the gourd: "I can only print the original version. This paper has a seal. Print accordingly.

This is what it looks like when it comes down.”

Qiu Wuhen's head was getting bigger, and then he remembered that "Lanting Preface" is the first running script font in ancient and modern times. Many collectors like to stamp their seals on it when collecting. There are some blank spaces in it.

When it was full, some people stamped their seals directly on the words, so that many of the words had images on them. In fact, the medicine gourd itself cannot write calligraphy. It is just a printer. Your original manuscript is

He prints whatever he wants.

But it is also smart. It has learned how to cut out pictures. It only cuts out the words, hiding the back of the calligraphy and other seals, leaving only the handwriting. When typed in this way, it will be the same as writing it by yourself. But there is a trouble,

He can pick off other parts of the handwriting, but he can't pick off the parts of the handwriting, which is really annoying.

It seemed that several words had been written, and there were seals on the words. Fortunately, the confused old slave just stood far away by the wall with his hands down, and did not come forward to watch everyone write, so as not to disturb. Everyone was concentrating on writing.

He himself was copying Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, but he didn't bother to look at other people's calligraphy. So Qiu Wuhen deliberately waved his robe, quickly dipped another drop of ink, dipped his pen in the ink again, and pretended to shake his hand.

The pen fell onto the paper with a clatter, and the paper was immediately stained.

He screamed, and everyone looked up and looked at him. Seeing that he actually dropped his pen on the paper, they couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Yan smiled foolishly and said: "Master Qiu, you are so interesting. After three glasses of wine, I can't even hold my pen."

Qiu Wuhen smiled and said, "Yes, it's not the wine, but every time I copy this calligraphy, my heart is full of admiration for Wang Xizhi, and my hands are shaking a little. Can you change the paper?"

In fact, before he could say anything, Wanran had already brought a new piece of rice paper and removed the original one. When he was about to remove it, Qiu Wuhen quickly took out the words with the seal and erased them.

He glanced at it in confusion, then at Qiu Wuhen, with a somewhat strange look in his eyes. He had obviously seen the money seal on the words, but he probably couldn't figure out why there was a seal on the words even to death.

of red?

After removing it and replacing it with new rice paper, Qiu Wuhen said to the medicinal gourd in his mind: "You can dig out the words, but you can't dig out the seal on it, right?"

"Yes."

"That's easy. Can you change the color? Make the seal black?"

"I can just print it in black and white."

"Yes, you are stupid, why do you insist on using colored ones?"

"The colorful ones are brighter."

"Don't worry about whether it's bright or not. Type it out in black and white so that the seal on it can't be seen."

Yaohulu agreed, and Qiu Wuhen once again took up the pen in his hand. Yaohulu controlled his hand to print out the Lanting preface. Of course, he used cutout printing in black and white, so that the seal on the words was basically mixed with black.

, and can no longer be seen.

Qiu Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief. He printed very quickly. Although he had just been painting for a long time, his pen was flowing like clouds and water, and he had quickly reached the end. Others had not finished half of it.
Chapter completed!