"Bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The old thief used to be a eunuch in the palace and was very familiar with the people in the palace. He took Hua Ju to an unused hall, ordered a eunuch to bring pen and ink, and asked Hua Ju to write a calligraphy on the spot.

Hua Ju was not vague, so he wrote a poem in Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, Ouyang Xiu's Proud of the Fisherman: The First Month of the First Month and the First Turn of the Douban.

In fact, Hua Ju has created his own calligraphy after learning calligraphy from so many famous masters. Moreover, because of his martial arts practice, his wrist strength is super strong, and the words he writes are as powerful and domineering as cutting with a knife and an axe.

It is perfect and definitely not inferior to any calligraphy master in ancient times.

But Hua Ju didn't want his handwriting to be known, so whether he was communicating with friends outside or doing homework in the academy, he used the calligraphy handwriting of famous calligraphers. His own handwriting was unknown to anyone except himself and his parents.

Recognize.

After Hua Ju finished writing, he put down the pen, put his left hand behind his back, pointed to the poem on the table with his right hand and said: "The Taifu has taken great care of Wansheng, so I will give this poem to the Taifu. I hope the Taifu will not dislike it."

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Old Thief Yang's literary talent is not very good. Except for studying his handwriting in order to flatter Huizong, he is not very familiar with other people's handwriting. Therefore, he does not know that this is Yan Zhenqing's handwriting. He just thinks that the handwriting is neat.

Smooth and comfortable to watch.

"That's right, that's right. It's really a good calligraphy, so I would be ashamed to accept it."

Old Thief Yang folded the words and put them away, and asked: "Can you still paint?"

"Paint!"

Old Thief Yang said: "The officials are experts in calligraphy and painting. If you can paint, they will definitely like and trust you more, and your future will be even more boundless."

Hua Ju secretly rejoiced: "This is really what I thought of, and it hit my gun. It seems like God is helping me."

"In addition to writing, I am also very interested in painting. I like to paint a few strokes in my spare time, and I can barely get by. Tutor, how about I paint another one for you." Hua Ju said with a smile.

Old Thief Yang had already seen him writing with his own eyes, and believed that he was not lying to himself, so he said: "That's no need, the officials are still waiting. Don't keep him waiting, just go back and draw properly in front of him."

The two of them came out of the idle hall and hurried to the Wende Hall. Yang Old Thief said to the eunuch on duty at the door. The eunuch on duty went in to report and came out and said: "The official summoned me."

Yang Jian took Hua Ju into the main hall and came to the imperial bookcase. Yang Jian bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Yang Jian, is here to see you."

"Student Hua Ju comes to see His Majesty." Hua Ju followed the example of an old thief and bowed his hands.

Hua Ju was very glad that he had traveled through time in the Song Dynasty. It was not a formal occasion such as issuing an edict. Normally, there was no need to kneel down when meeting the emperor. But if he had traveled through time in the Qing Dynasty, he would have to kneel down to meet the emperor.

"Plain body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Besides Huizong, there were seven other people in the hall.

Two young men in their early twenties, wearing luxurious clothes and looking very similar to Huizong, should be two of his sons.

The other five are officials wearing official hats and purple robes. Except for one who is nearly seventy years old, the other four are about the same age as Yang Jian.

Old Thief Yang bowed to the two young men and said, "See you, the Crown Prince, and see His Royal Highness King Jia."

It turned out that these two people were Huizong's eldest son Zhao Huan and third son Zhao Kai.

"See the Prince, see the King Jia." Hua Ju followed suit and saluted.

"No courtesy." Zhao Huan raised his hand and said.

"Thank you, Prince."

Then Hua Ju followed Yang Old Thief and stood on the right side where the officials were standing, but he could only stand in the last row.

"Hua Ju." Huizong looked at Zhao Ju and shouted.

Hua Ju came out and bowed slightly and said, "The students are here."

Huizong said: "We didn't get along with you for a long time yesterday, so I didn't have time to talk to you in detail. I brought you here just because I wanted to have a good chat with you."

"Yes." Zhao Huaju responded.

Weizong first asked him about his family situation in detail, and then asked him what he had studied at Qingyang Academy and what books he had read. Hua Ju answered them one by one.

"Have you ever practiced calligraphy?"

After asking all the questions that should be asked, Huizong finally turned the question to calligraphy, which he was good at.

Hua Ju had been waiting for him to ask this question for a long time and said: "Your Majesty, I have loved calligraphy since I was a child. I practice it for two hours every day without stopping for more than ten years."

When Huizong heard this, he immediately became energetic and asked: "Which calligraphy family did you learn?"

Hua Ju said: "Students have learned from all the famous calligraphers in ancient times."

"Then what font are you best at?"

Just as Hua Ju was about to answer, Old Thief Yang rushed to say: "Your Majesty, Wenshan has mastered the essence of all the famous calligraphers and is good at all kinds of calligraphy. Before he came here, he even wrote a special calligraphy for Wei Chen."

The old thief wanted to leave a deep impression on Huazhong in Huizong's heart and pave the way for his future career, so he tried to exaggerate.

When Huizong heard that Hua Ju gave the old thief a piece of calligraphy, he said, "Where is the calligraphy? Show it to me."

The old thief quickly took out the calligraphy that Tianzhu had just written and handed it to the eunuch beside Huizong. The eunuch held it in his hands and bent down to hand the calligraphy to Huizong.

Huizong took it over and opened it. He was shocked and asked Hua Ju: "Did you really write this calligraphy?"

"Your Majesty, it was written by a student."

Huizong said angrily: "This is clearly the authentic work of Yan Zhenqing. You dare to occupy it under your name. What crime should you be guilty of?"

Seeing Huizong's anger, Old Thief Yang was so frightened that he knelt down and thought in panic: "This was clearly written by me when I saw Hua Ju writing it, but why did it become written by Yan Zhenqing? Could it be that Hua Ju's handwriting has really reached the point where fakes can be confused with real ones?"

, even the officials took it wrong?"

Hua Ju was not frightened at all, and bowed slightly with a natural expression, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Yan Zhenqing is from the Tang Dynasty, and this poem was written by a drunkard from this dynasty."

"this--"

Huizong was speechless. He lowered his head and looked at the calligraphy in his hand. It looked like it was Yan Zhenqing's original work, but the poem was indeed written by Ouyang Xiu. Yan Zhenqing could not have written the poem hundreds of years in advance.

Already.

Moreover, this paper is also brand new and was really written by Yan Zhenqing. No matter how well-preserved it is, it should have become old.

"Is it really written by Hua Ju?"

Huizong thought for a moment and said, "Hua Ju, I want you to write another one right now. Do you dare to write it?"

"Your Majesty has an order, and students dare not disobey it," Hua Ju said without panic.

Huizong immediately ordered someone to bring up the table, bring a pen, black paper and inkstone, and said: "Now you can write a poem by Ouyang Xiu using Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy."

Hua Ju walked to the table and dipped his pen in ink. He gently scratched the ink on the tip of the pen at the edge of the inkstone, and then started to write calmly.

Zhao Huan, Zhao Kai and the officials all gathered around the table. When the first character "Hua Ju" was written, Zhao Huan, Zhao Kai and the oldest official were all shocked.

Because the three of them are masters of calligraphy and are very familiar with the calligraphy of famous calligraphers in the past, at first glance, the calligraphy of Hua Ju is Yan Zhenqing's font, and the spirit and shape are the same. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have thought it was Hua Ju.

Yan Zhenqing's authentic work.

Hua Ju moved his pen like a god and finished a poem in a moment. Then he put the pen on the pen rest, bowed slightly to Huizong with his hands clasped in fists and said, "Your Majesty, the student has finished writing."

"Go get it." Huizong said to the eunuch beside him.

The eunuch went over and showed the poem to Huizong. Huizong saw that it was Ouyang Xiu's Tasha Xing, but the font was exactly the same as Yan Zhenqing's original poem.

Huizong still refused to give up, and immediately sent someone to retrieve Yan Zhenqing's authentic work. After careful comparison for a long time, he still couldn't find any flaws.

Huizong was completely convinced at this time and praised: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that someone in the world could imitate Yan Zhenqing's handwriting so closely. Hua Qing really opened my eyes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

It was a great honor to be recognized by the emperor. Others would have been ecstatic, but Hua Ju acted calmly and said thank you frankly without saying anything else.

"Just now Yang Qing said that you have mastered the essence of the major calligraphers. Now you can copy the calligraphy of each major calligrapher and write a calligraphy for everyone to see."

Hua Ju imitated Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy so well that it was difficult to tell whether it was genuine or not. Huizong wanted to know whether he could also copy Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy without distinguishing the authenticity from the fake.

Hua Ju did not refuse, and the emperor ordered that he could not refuse. He immediately wrote a calligraphy in Wang Xizhi's running script, Huai Su's cursive script, Liu Gongquan's regular script, Zhao Pu's official script, and Zheng Daozhao's Wei script.

This time Huizong did not sit on the chair and wait. As soon as Hua Ju started writing, he came over from behind the desk and stood in front of the table to watch. After Hua Ju finished writing, he immediately picked up a piece and read it carefully with everyone, but in addition to admiration, he still

Praise, I can't find any faults at all.

After writing the five words, Hua Ju put down his pen and said nothing. He just bowed slightly to Huizong, took a few steps back and stood aside, letting them continue reading.

"There are people in the world who can copy the calligraphy of several famous masters so closely. It would be hard to believe it unless I saw it in person." Prince Zhao Huan exclaimed in admiration.

Influenced by his father Huizong, Zhao Huan also studied calligraphy since he was a child. His attainments in calligraphy were not much inferior to those of his father Huizong, so he was often proud of it.

But now that I see Hua Ju writing the calligraphy of five great calligraphers in one go, I am no longer proud of myself, and I feel convinced of Hua Ju from the bottom of my heart.

Zhao Kai nodded in agreement and said: "Brother Huang is right. We have practiced calligraphy since we were young and have copied the calligraphy of many famous artists. However, compared with Zhao Xianmen, we are far behind."

Zhao Kai also had very high attainments in calligraphy. He boasted that apart from his father Huizong, no one in the world could surpass him. However, after seeing the calligraphy written by Hua Ju, he had to admit that it was better than his.

"Okay, okay."

Huizong looked at the five calligraphy paintings on the table and said several good words in succession, and said excitedly to Zhao Ju: "Hua Qing has indeed mastered the essence of each calligraphy master, which has opened my eyes."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Hua Ju bowed and saluted.

Huizong said to the eunuch beside him: "Take these five characters and frame them immediately."
To be continued...