Whew, Whew, don't get angry, don't get angry.
Xiao Zhixing turned around and smiled faintly, "Please continue, everyone. Someone, play the music and let's dance."
The Immortal Palace was bustling again, with ethereal music and beautiful women and talented men, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland.
A gathering of talented individuals naturally involves writing poetry and calligraphy.
"The imperial edict written by Prince Yuansheng is truly amazing. Today, you must show us what it's all about."
Lin Muzhen, the top scholar, took the lead in making the proposal.
Xiao Zhixing glanced at him; the black horse had grown bolder.
Before the other ministers could understand what was going on, the eldest minister chimed in, "Yes, yes, Prince Yuansheng, you must write a few words for me today. I've been thinking about this so much these past few days that I can't eat or drink. None of you can take it from me."
He glared at Duke Li; the others had not yet seen the clerical script in person and posed no threat.
Duke Li sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, Lord Nian, you go first."
Xiao Zhixing did not refuse. She had used the clerical script in the first place because she wanted to showcase it to the world and make it shine.
It's also a good opportunity to showcase your literary talent.
"Alright, all of you talented individuals have displayed remarkable brilliance today. I would like to offer you these two lines."
She picked up her pen and wrote: "The strokes of her pen startled wind and rain; the completed poem moved even ghosts and gods to tears!"
She not only used her usual semi-cursive script, but also wrote a copy in clerical script.
"Great!" The crowd couldn't help but cheer.
The older generation had already snatched the copy of the clerical script version immediately.
Li Xiao immediately sighed, "What a blunder! Changling, you see, I am older than you. Let me admire this calligraphy for a couple of days first?"
Elderly: "Oh dear, I'm so sick I can't even leave the house. I'm only surviving on this calligraphy. Grand Tutor, you won't just watch me die, will you?"
In a word, absolutely brilliant.
The lively Qionglin Banquet came to an end. Time has passed, and many memories may have become blurred many years later, but the scholars who passed the imperial examinations at the time will never forget the praise that Xiao Zhixing wrote for them in clerical script.
Xiao Zhixing returned to the Prince's Mansion, washed up, and was about to rest when Bai Mei suddenly came to report, "Your Highness, someone else is coming to pay their respects at the back gate."
Hmm, who?
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