The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 8
He is going to practice his calligraphy, cultivate his interest, and make arrangements for his future plans in advance.He learned the calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing, one of the four masters of regular script in the previous life, who is known as "Yan Jin Liu Gu".It has the characteristics of dignified and majestic, open-minded, vigorous and colorful.

In his previous life, he had seen photos and stickers of Yan Zhenqing's works in the library.With his abnormal memory, he can write down the strokes of strokes.It's just that it's in the mind, but the kung fu in the hands can't reach it.Typical of:

The mind says, "This is easy, well, you will."

But the hand said, "No, you won't."

Changsun Ji knelt behind the sandalwood table, holding a brush, while Zizhu was standing beside him adding water to the inkstone and grinding ink for him.Red sleeves add fragrance, which is the standard for ancient noble sons.Changsun Ji enjoyed it very much.

He did not directly copy Yan Zhenqing's copybooks, but learned his font's dotted, horizontal and slanted movements.Changsun Ji's own handwriting is also good. He is the son of Changsun Houfu, and he has been taught to write by a special calligraphy teacher since he was a child.

It's just that his font can only be said to be not ugly, but it has not reached the point of being self-contained.

When the brush was full of ink in the inkstone, Changsun Ji raised his pen and wrote on the rice paper:
"One day, King Shang Zhaohou was drunk and fell asleep. The crown winner was afraid that he would catch the cold, so he put a piece of clothing on him. When King Shang Zhaohou woke up, he asked his attendants who put the clothes on him. Left and right answered: The Crown Pawn. Therefore, Shang Zhaohou Wang severely punished the Clothes Pawn for dereliction of duty, but killed the Pawn for the crime of violating his duty."

King Shang Zhaohou was a very famous prince 600 years ago. He was far-sighted and resourceful.Because of him, the Shang Dynasty, which was supposed to perish, gradually became stronger again.

Later generations passed on his wisdom.Before some scholars made their fortunes, in order to promote their ideas.Often by virtue of his name.It also caused King Shang Zhaohou to be gradually deified by later generations.

After Changsun Ji wrote the last word, he put the brush aside.Blow the wet ink on the paper.After thinking about it, he lifted the brush again and wrote "Dianguanjiayi" on the top.

Changsun Ji picked up the rice paper he had written and looked at what he had written.Although there are traces of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, but there is no meaning in his calligraphy.It's just an empty shell.

Changsun Ji was not depressed, after all, this was his first practice, and writing to this level is already very good.

"Zizhu, what do you think of the calligraphy of the young master?"

Zizhu smiled brightly, covered it with her fingers and said: "Young master's handwriting is beautiful, I think it can catch up with Mr. Zhou's handwriting."

"Haha, as for your sweet talk, Mr. Zhou is a well-known calligrapher in the capital, and I can't quite catch up with him.

However, my picture is not bad.You go to a mason and carve this character on a stone tablet.Just put it at the entrance of my peng garden, so that all the servants who come in and out will take a look. "

Peng Garden is the name given by Changsun Ji to his own garden, and the plaque has already been built by others.It originated from the meaning of "Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."

"Yes, young master." Zi Zhu looked at the young master with a normal face and a smile on his face.In my heart.She couldn't see through this man.

She is not a stupid person, otherwise she would not be Changsun Ji's maid.When Changsun Ji was writing the crown and clothes, after seeing the content, she knew that the son was dissatisfied with her, and he was warning her to tell Changsun Lianyi what happened today.

She sighed, she knew that doing so would cause the young master's dissatisfaction, but she couldn't watch Changsun Ji do things that would destroy his future.

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Facts show that as long as the money is in place, the work efficiency of craftsmen will be very high.Before dark, a stone tablet was erected at the gate of Pengyuan.As the lord of the Hou Mansion, he couldn't hide the matter of Peng Yuan from him.When he learned about Dianguanjiayi, he smiled lightly and said, "This kid, are you warning me not to reach out to meddle in his Pengyuan affairs..."

A few days later, Changsun Ji rubbed his swollen legs and sat on a stone bench beside him.He asked someone to carve it for him, a stone table and four stone boards.At night, you can sit and watch the moon.

In the past few days, he had a very fulfilling life, practicing martial arts in the morning and calligraphy in the afternoon.After practicing for a period of time, both have improved significantly.

He ordered his servants to bring well water to wash away the smell of sweat on his body.Under the service of Zizhu, he changed out of the samurai uniform and put on complicated and gorgeous costumes.

After finishing dressing, Changsun Ji looked at the bronze mirror on one side, and saw that the person in the mirror was wearing a purple-black satin robe, and the inside of the robe was embroidered with bustling silver patterns.

A black jade belt is tied around the waist.Stepping on Xiangyun leather boots, her jet-black hair was tied together.Looking at it at a glance, people have to sigh: "What a young man in troubled times."

Having been here for so long, Changsun Ji has never been out of the Hou's Mansion. Today he is going to go out to see the people and customs here, and watch a good show by the way.

He ordered Zizhu to call Ma Xiao, and the two of them left the Hou residence.Going around along the way, looking at the people in ancient clothes and the ancient buildings around him, he was a little dazed, unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

"My lord, it's almost time." Ma Xiao who was at the side suddenly said in Changsun Ji's ear.

Ma Xiao's words woke up Chang Sun Ji, and he stabilized his mind.Smiling, I feel a little sentimental. I have been here for so long, but I still can't adapt to this identity.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.The two walked towards Xiangguo Temple.

In Dayan Kingdom, the two religions stand side by side, as the leader of Buddhism.The Daxiangguo Temple was built with a magnificent momentum, as people walked in, Changsun Ji looked around.The number of people paying homage to the Buddha is really quite a lot, most of them are wives and ladies from various noble mansions with servant girls.

The eldest grandson Ji was dressed in fine clothes, and he looked like a son of a rich family.A little monk in white posted up.Ask if you need to lead the way.

There are several young novice monks like him, they are all looking for, and they only pick rich ladies and wives.Changsun Ji knew that most of the incense money in the temple was donated by wealthy families, and as a leading monk, he could naturally get more of it.

Although it was his first time to Xiangguo Temple, because of his dream, he was familiar with the buildings in the temple.There was no need for a guide, but seeing that the other rich children did not refuse, he didn't say anything, which was a tacit consent.

Like ordinary incense burners, Changsun Ji donated incense, took sandalwood, knelt in front of the Buddha statue, and closed his eyes tightly.A sincere wish.

At this time, there was sudden chaos and commotion outside.The little monk in white at the side made a confession and hurried out to check.Ma Xiao followed suit.

Changsun Ji slowly opened his eyes, and put the wishing incense in the incense burner.He raised his head and glanced at the resplendent golden Buddha statue, hand-made in the shape of a flower, with a smile on his mouth.

(End of this chapter)