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"Wang Mo?"

Yan Bingxin, who was standing side by side with Yan Jinghong, turned her head and asked, "Is this Wang Mo amazing?"

Yan Jinghong was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a dry smile, as if he was a little ashamed.

Donglan Academy and Changming Academy are the two largest schools in the imperial capital, both of which have a long history and profound heritage.

Rao is the royal family of the ancient country of Dayan, and sometimes he has to buy the face of these two university palaces.

Just like Zhang Chen before.

Even the current emperor, Yanyang Nian, will regard him as a guest of honor.

And this Wang Mo.

Although his status and prestige are not comparable to Zhang Chen of Donglan Academy, he is also an important scholar in Changming Academy.

In particular, his attainments in calligraphy are hard to beat even if you look at the entire imperial capital.

Although Yan Jinghong lives in a deep palace, he has always liked piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so everyone is very familiar with Wang Mo's calligraphy.

And as the prince of the ancient kingdom of Dayan, he had privately summoned or secretly met with such scholars before he ascended the throne.

and so.

up to now.

Although he has been fascinated by this calligraphy master for a long time, he has never masked his face.

And today, if he could meet him, it would be considered as fulfillment of his previous wish.

Can be imagined.

How excited Yan Jinghong was at this moment.

Today, I will finally get my wish and meet this Master Wang!

it is good!

very good!

"Brother, isn't he Wang Mo, a calligrapher, is it necessary for you to show such an expression?"

Yan Bingxin glanced at Yan Jinghong who was in a daze, and couldn't help curling her lips.

At this time.

Ye Changqing turned his head and smiled and asked: "It seems that Mr. Yan is also a gentleman."

Yan Jinghong glanced at his ancestor Yan Tianshan without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye is joking, I just like to collect some calligraphy and paintings, but I have no accomplishments in these areas, so I am not included in this list."

Ye Changqing smiled and nodded at Yan Jinghong, without saying anything more.

The Yan family treated him so favorably, didn't it mean that he valued his attainments in painting and calligraphy?

You said you just like to collect?

Obviously self-effacing.

thought here.

Ye Changqing frowned without leaving any trace.

Young masters from aristocratic families like Yan Jinghong are so humble, but he has no spiritual roots and cannot practice for the rest of his life.

Apart from some attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and this face, other aspects are simply useless.

Are you a little high-profile?

Yes, it's loud.

Be humble!

Low key!

Before he knew it, Ye Changqing began to reflect on himself.

"Mr. Ye, let's go in and have a look."

Yan Bingxin suggested at this time.

Ye Changqing suddenly came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's go in and have a look."

after that.

Under the leadership of Yan Bingxin, the three of Ye Changqing entered Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion one after another.

When the four of Ye Changqing entered Qingfengmingyue Pavilion, the first floor was already overcrowded.

Moreover, everyone gathered under a high platform.

And above the high platform, there was a woman in purple and an old man in blue.

The woman in purple has white skin, charming eyes like silk, and a seductive figure, especially the temperament from the inside out, which is full of charm.

The old man in blue robe narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was a bit stern, giving off a very lonely and arrogant feeling.

At this time.

The woman in purple said with a delicate voice.

"Everyone be quiet."

As soon as the words fell, the huge hall on the first floor was suddenly silent. Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at the woman in purple on the stage.

"Everyone, who is this senior, I don't think I need to introduce him anymore?"

With a charming smile on her face, the woman in purple glanced at the crowd, her eyes finally paused for a moment on Ye Changqing at the door, and then said so.

At this time.

"Miss Liu, those who can stay in the hall on the first floor are calligraphy lovers."

A man in a Confucian robe had a calm voice and said with a smile: "And as a calligraphy lover, who in the entire imperial capital doesn't know about Master Wang?"

"That's right! Master Wang's calligraphy skills are superb. I'm willing to pay any price for Master Wang's masterpiece of calligraphy."

soon.

Another middle-aged man in a Confucian robe said so.

Liu Ruyi, the woman in purple, nodded with a smile, and said: "Today's rules are still the same, Mr. Wang has recently gained a new understanding of calligraphy, and wants to write a piece of calligraphy in public."

"At the same time, the old man hopes to find a disciple who is quite talented in calligraphy, and he is willing to devote himself to cultivating him."

As soon as Liu Ruyi finished speaking, everyone looked at each other with bitterness and helplessness on their faces.

As fans of calligraphy, they are more or less accomplished in calligraphy.

results.

Among the copybooks in their group, none of them could be seen by Wang Mo.

even so.

Wang Mo would still appear in the hall on the first floor of Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion every once in a while, and when he showed off his calligraphy attainments, he would not forget to continue recruiting disciples who satisfied him.

At this time.

Wang Mo, who was dressed in a blue robe, coughed lightly, took a step forward and said, "Everyone, today is probably the last time I recruit disciples, and it also means that I will never appear in Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion again in the future."

The voice did not fall.

In an instant.

In the huge hall on the first floor, there was an instant silence, and even a needle drop could be heard.

Everyone's faces were filled with indescribable shock.

This!

This!

This!

Wang Mo, Master Wang, the leader of the calligraphy world, is leaving Qingfeng Zuiyue Pavilion forever today!

This also means that it will be rare to see his peerless calligraphy in the future!

a time.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely suppressed, and everyone present was full of sadness.

What's more, they burst into tears in public, as if mourning a concubine.

this moment.

Even Liu Ruyi, who was standing beside Wang Mo, couldn't help but look gloomy and sighed softly.

however.

This scene fell in Ye Changqing's eyes, but it was a different kind of scenery.

market!

market!

This is the calligraphy market in the imperial capital!

Someone is willing to give up everything just for a piece of calligraphy by this master Wang!

and.

So many people sighed and wept bitterly when they learned that this master Wang was leaving Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion.

It can be seen how obsessed these people are with calligraphy.

As such.

Ye Changqing finally figured out one thing.

That is, the real reason why the Yan family tried their best to please themselves.

thought here.

Ye Changqing smiled wryly in his heart and said, "If I had known that there are so many calligraphy lovers in the Imperial Capital, even if I were killed, I would definitely not stay in Xiaochi Town for such a long time. The Imperial Capital is too fragrant."

At this time.

Wang Mo twitched the corners of his lips, and said softly: "Miss Liu, please help me grind."

Liu Ruyi nodded, then turned around and walked to the long table behind her to grind for Wang Mo.

that's it.

After about a stick of incense time.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Mo finally started to write, glanced at his last work, and nodded in satisfaction.

at the same time.

Liu Ruyi gave instructions to the maids on both sides, and the two maids hurried to both sides of the long table.

soon.

The two maids slowly mentioned the copybook written by Wang Mo to everyone.

The autumn wind comes and the winter snow goes, but the breeze falls and the moon falls.

In an instant.

Twelve ancient characters flying like dragons and phoenixes suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The frustrated person at the end, Wang Mo.

a time.

When everyone saw this line of words, they all sighed and showed sadness.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing, who was standing at the end, just shook his head disapprovingly.

At this time.

Yan Bing couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Compared with Mr. Ye's calligraphy, why does this master Wang's calligraphy look a bit shabby?"