Ye Ning went downstairs, and Liu Sanyuan followed behind.
This scene was seen by Xiao Qianqian who was upstairs, and a hopeful look appeared in her eyes.
"What kind of poetry can he write?"
Lu Zhu smiled and said.
"Although Lord Ye is a talented person, his expression in the field of poetry in the past is ordinary. It may not be easy to compete with Cai Xianggao."
Xiao Qianqian glanced and said.
"Then let's wait and see."
For Ye Ning, she had different thoughts.
It was her first time seeing Ji Mingyue appreciating someone like that, even appreciating their willingness to bear great danger and fight against the immortal sect.
It was unimaginable.
"Ye Ning, don't let His Majesty down."
Xiao Qianqian's eyes shone.
Ye Ning had come to the main hall.
"Lord Ye"
"Ye brother."
On both sides, there were greetings from the Literati.
Most of them had a warm and respectful attitude towards Ye Ning.
After all, his reputation was now towering and his deeds had shaken many people.
As Literati, they had to respect Ye Ning, not for any other reason, but just based on his imposing manner alone.
Even if Cai Xianggao had any different opinions, he still respectfully called Ye Ning "Lord Ye."
But it didn't affect his desire to differentiate between high and low with Ye Ning.
These are two separate matters.
"Would you like to have a pen to write, Lord Ye?"
Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.
Ye Ning nodded slightly.
Someone had already carefully prepared a desk and a maid with an extraordinary appearance was grinding ink.
Ye Ning slowly took the feather pen.
He was not unfamiliar with the act of holding a feather pen to write characters.
In his previous life, he was someone who loved calligraphy.
Moreover, as a predecessor of the people in this world, he himself was someone who read books and regularly practiced calligraphy at home.
As he held the pen, he immediately felt a familiar sensation, like pointing with his arm.
He slowly placed the pen and in an instant, he finished writing the first character, and a surge of talent immediately emerged.
"Beautiful character!"
Everyone crowded around to see, unable to help but let out a sound of fear and admiration.
"The character seems new and unique, could it be that Lord Ye created it?"
A scholar widened his eyes.
He also loved calligraphy and liked to study calligraphy styles of different eras, but Ye Ning's handwriting was completely different from the calligraphy of different times.
The flexible nib of the pen was decisive, thin but powerful, thin but did not lose its fleshiness, and the calligraphy expressed an air of nobility and elegance.
If the old calligraphers on the internet in their past lives saw it, they would immediately recognize that the characters written by Ye Ning are "skinny gold body", which were created by Song Huizong.
This type of script has been passed down for thousands of years in China and is loved by many people.
However, for those in this other world, it is a shock to the extreme.
Creating a type of script that is so difficult that it is unimaginable.
From ancient times to the present, great calligraphers can be counted on one hand.
Their scripts are either graceful like water, generous, or like flying horses... all have an independent artistic style.
And yet this calligraphy by Ye Ning was as skillful and beautiful as those of great calligraphers of all eras.
No wonder when he puted down his pen, his literary spirit and Qi burst forth simultaneously, two white and orange energies swirling around, making him look like a god.
"The most admirable thing is that Lord Ye's talent is so terrifying, creating a unique calligraphy style that is unimaginable!"
"What is most admirable and rare is that before this, he never showed any hint of it, certainly stabilizing his mental state and researching it until he completely succeeded, only then revealing it!"
"Being able to endure such loneliness, surely there will be great success!"
"No matter how Lord Ye's poetry is, relying on this beautiful handwriting alone, the literary monument of the Great Zhou will definitely have a plaque for him!"
"I rushed here just to write in this style of handwriting!"
Everyone here is a literati with inexhaustible morality.
Creating a unique and precious calligraphy style, directly scratching their itch, immediately turned them into Ye Ning's most loyal fans.
"Step aside, I'm here to grind ink for Ye Brother!"
Even Liu Sanyuan's heart was constantly shaken.
He let the lady step back and personally did the menial work for Ye Ning.
This matter has nothing to do with position, status, or plans.
He just used his own method to show his respect to a great calligrapher.
Not wrong!
Ye Ning was indeed a great calligrapher.
Just based on this style of calligraphy, even the contemporary literati who met him would bow respectfully and show hospitality.
"Now that Ye Brother is still young, when he gets older and his calligraphy becomes even more refined, he may even become a holy calligrapher!"
A terrifying thought lingered in Liu Sanyuan's mind.
"Creating a unique style of calligraphy?"
Xiao Qianqian was not a foolish woman with no ink stains on her chest, she was sensitive to how horrifying Ye Ning's actions were to the world.
No wonder the emperor holds him in such high regard.
Even she, who has never shown any interest in Ye Ning before, is now fascinated by him.
What level of excellence must one achieve to become someone like Ye Ning?
"To create a unique style of calligraphy."
First, Cai Xianggao was shocked, then a bitter expression appeared on his face.
How much of a genius is Ye Ning.
At such a young age, he has accomplished something that other scholars could not achieve in their lifetime.
"Compared to Ye Ning, I am indeed inferior. But the competition in everyone's eyes is not calligraphy, but poetry. In this aspect, I may not necessarily lose!"
Cai Xianggao sought comfort for himself.
He looked at the sentence written by Ye Ning.
The first sentence had just been written.
With just a glance, he was amazed.
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