"This is the current governor." The boy muttered to himself.
He saw that Sui Zaihua was also standing in front of this ink work, quietly looking at it.
"Do you recognize it?" The old man looked at these sixteen short characters.
Pei Ye felt that he ought to recognize it, but this person was obviously accomplished in calligraphy, and his style was unique, so Pei Ye didn't recognize it.
He furrowed his brow and said reluctantly, "Ancient..."
"Ambitious men throughout history, first experience poverty, then anxiety; Life in the world, is like rowing upstream."
Sui Zaihua finished reading, turned around, and said, "Later, this man was killed by a treacherous minister."
"..."
At this time, a group of officials followed behind, scattered sparingly.
As soon as they entered this pavilion, they all quieted down.
The officials stood on both sides according to their rank and position, while Sui Zaihua, Zhao Zhang, and Chang Zhiyuan stood at the end of the room.
