Chapter 155 Betting
Zhu Xueya was a little hesitant. She lowered her head and stared at the bracelet on her wrist. This bracelet was a family heirloom of their Zhu family. If she lost, she would definitely be scolded by her father when she returned.
She looked at the jade bracelet on Ling Yao's wrist and felt familiar. It seemed that she had seen it somewhere before.
While searching for information about the bracelet in her mind, she heard Ling Yao speak.
"My jade bracelet is beautiful, isn't it? This was given to me by my mother-in-law. She said it was a family heirloom that the Lu family only passed on to their daughters-in-law." Ling Yao smiled and stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist. When she was in the mall, she saw that Zhu Xueya had different thoughts about Lu Qingyun. If she said this, Zhu Xueya would agree 100%.
Hearing this, Zhu Xueya took a deep breath and made up her mind, "Okay! I promise you!" She had absolute confidence in her calligraphy. As long as she won, she could get the bracelet. Then she would return the bracelet to Lu Qingyun. If Lu Qingyun knew that Ling Yao used their Lu family's bracelet as a bet, he would definitely be angry with Ling Yao, and maybe even...
Thinking of this, Zhu Xueya smiled, and she turned her head to glance at Lu Qingyun not far away.
Ling Yao nodded and turned her eyes to Ji Youran, "You just lost the game, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
Ji Youran glared at Ling Yao fiercely and retorted unhappily, "I didn't bet with you."
"Forget it, I won't compete anymore. I'm tired too, so I'll go back and rest for a while." Ling Yao said, and turned to leave.
Ji Youran was anxious and quickly stopped Ling Yao, "What do you want?" Ling Yao must have said that on purpose because she didn't dare to compete with Sister Xueya.
Ling Yao looked around Ji Youran slowly, and finally stopped her gaze on the jade pendant hanging around her neck, "The jade pendant is nice, let's take this."
"You wish, this is what my grandma left for me." Ji Youran hurriedly protected the jade pendant with her hands, fearing that it would be snatched away by Ling Yao.
Ling Yao shrugged, said no more, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute! I can give you the jade pendant, but if you lose this competition, you have to return it to me."
"Okay!" Ling Yao nodded in agreement.
Ji Youran rolled her eyes at Ling Yao and looked at Zhu Xueya, "Sister Xueya, with your strength you will definitely not lose to her, I believe in you."
Zhu Xueya smiled slightly and made a "please" gesture to Ling Yao. Her calligraphy was taught by the calligraphy master Wang Zhiqian himself. Even in the calligraphy association, there are few people whose calligraphy can surpass hers.
She also read Ling Yao's information, and there was nothing special about her. The piano just now was just an accident, and she didn't believe that Ling Yao could create a second accident.
Seeing Ling Yao and Zhu Xueya walking towards the table in the middle with the four treasures of the study, everyone started to discuss.
"Zhu Xueya's calligraphy was taught by calligraphy master Wang Zhiqian. Ling Yao is humiliating herself by competing with her. She will definitely lose this time."
"That's not necessarily true. Didn't she win just now?"
"That was just an accident. It's already very good to have one accident. There can't be a second accident."
"Brother, do you think my sister-in-law can win?" Lu Qingshuang looked at Ling Yao worriedly. Zhu Xueya's calligraphy has won many awards. Although my sister-in-law's handwriting is also beautiful when she writes prescriptions, it is probably still a little worse than Zhu Xueya's.
"She will win." Lu Qingyun looked at Ling Yao, his eyes full of unwavering trust. His Yaoyao would never do anything without a chance of winning.
"You go first!" Zhu Xueya gracefully extended her arm to Ling Yao, making a polite and humble invitation.
Ling Yao raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "You go first!"
Hearing this, Zhu Xueya no longer refused, stepped forward lightly, and picked up an exquisite brush. She turned her wrist lightly, and the tip of the brush quickly swam on the rice paper like a dragon. In the blink of an eye, lines of flowing words jumped on the paper, like a beautiful scroll presented to everyone.
This is a poem "Dielianhua" by Li Yu: I strolled leisurely in the pavilion at night. Just after Qingming, I gradually felt sad about the end of spring. A few drops of rain sounded and the wind stopped, the hazy moon and clouds came and went. The fragrance of peach and apricot flowers passed in the dark. Who is on the swing, whispering with a smile. A thousand thoughts and a thousand worries, but there is no place for
them in the world. The calligraphy style of the whole poem is full of vigor and vitality, the strokes are smooth and natural, and the characters are elegant and agile, which faintly reveals a kind of master style. Especially the sentence "A thousand thoughts and a thousand worries, but there is no place for them in the world", which is interpreted vividly by Zhu Xueya with a unique brushwork, making people fall for it.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Xueya wrote another poem "The Crow Crying at Night": Last night, there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled in autumn. The candle was out and the clock was broken. I leaned on the pillow and couldn't sit up. The world is like flowing water, and it's just a dream. The road to the drunken land is steady and should be visited frequently, otherwise it is unbearable.
Her brushwork was skillful and natural, like a fairy dancing, and each stroke contained endless emotions and power. Everyone present was impressed by her superb skills and praised her in secret.
People came forward to admire her.
"Good calligraphy! Really good calligraphy!"
"As expected of Master Wang's disciple, this calligraphy really has some of Master Wang's charm."
"It looks like Ling Yao is doomed to lose this time."
"Thank you all for your compliments!" Zhu Xueya showed a humble smile to everyone, turned her head and looked at Ling Yao on the side, with a look of pride in her eyes, "Miss Ling, it's your turn."
Ling Yao smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth and took a step forward.
Under the gazes of the crowd, she stretched out her hands and took two brushes from the pen holder.
Then she moved her wrists slightly, and the tips of the brushes gently touched the rice paper. The two brushes seemed to be given life and began to dance on her fingertips, like butterflies dancing, leaving a string of beautiful handwriting.
Every stroke was smooth and natural, without any sense of stagnation, as if it was a spring flowing from the bottom of her heart.
In the blink of an eye, lines of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes jumped onto the paper, as smooth as flowing water. These words were either strong and powerful, or graceful and graceful, echoing each other, forming a unique rhythm and rhythm. The whole work was like a beautiful painting, pleasing to the eye and intoxicating.
Ling Yao wrote the famous poem "Yu Meiren" by Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty:
When will the spring flowers and autumn moons end? How much do I know about the past? The east wind blew again last night in the small building, and I can't bear to look back at my homeland in the moonlight.
The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the red face has changed. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
"Oh my God! She can hold the brush with both hands at the same time to write calligraphy. This is simply too shocking."
"Even the president of the calligraphy association may not be able to do it."
"This writing is powerful and vigorous, and the words flow smoothly like the Yangtze River. It is obviously better than Miss Zhu's."