After saying that, Zhao Hao stood up and left the main hall, went back to his own courtyard first, changed into a robe, and then took Wu Song out of the house and went to Shang Henshui's house.
When the carriage arrived at the Shang Mansion, Zhao Hao jumped off the carriage and went forward to knock on the door himself.
Not long after, the door was opened from the inside and a young servant came out.
Seeing that Zhao Hao was not very old and was not dressed very luxuriously, the servant frowned immediately.
However, he is worthy of being the servant of Lord Jijiu. Although he frowned, his attitude was still good.
"May I ask who this young master is looking for?"
Zhao Hao arched his hand and said softly, "Please inform Mr. Shang that Zhao Hao is here to visit, and Mr. Shang will know about it."
The servant's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile immediately appeared on his face: "But is it the son of Lord Nei Shi, Mr. Zhao who runs the first floor?"
Zhao Hao nodded slightly: "That's right."
The servant said hurriedly, "Master Zhao, please entertain me. I will go in and report immediately."
After saying that, the servant turned around and ran inside, leaving the door ajar.
A few minutes later, the servant came back panting and said to Zhao Hao, "Mr. Zhao, my master invites you into the mansion."
"I will lead the way for you."
Zhao Hao nodded and followed the servant into the mansion.
The Shang Mansion is not small. In terms of scale, it is bigger than theirs.
Following the servant, I walked for six or seven minutes, through a long corridor, and finally arrived at the central hall.
When I came in, Shang Henshui was already waiting in the yard.
Seeing Zhao Hao, the old man immediately laughed and said, "Boy, you came to my house so late at night. You must have come here for no reason, right?"
Zhao Hao immediately cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I can't hide anything from you, Mr. Shang. I came here because I really have something I want to ask you for help with."
Shang Henshui nodded: "Well, follow me into the house and talk."
The two of them walked into the house and sat down. Shang Henshui ordered tea to be served, and then asked with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"
Zhao Hao said, "Mr. Shang, tomorrow is my coming-of-age ceremony, but until now, I haven't found someone suitable to crown me."
"I guess you've heard about the relationship between my father and my family some time ago."
“So, I thought of you!”
“I don’t know…”
Shang Henshui burst into laughter, stroked his beard and said, "So it's just a small matter."
"No problem, I agree."
Zhao Hao quickly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Shang!"
Shang Henshui immediately waved his hands and said, "It's just a trivial matter. There's nothing to thank me for."
"I thought it couldn't be a big deal since you came here in person and it was your first time speaking!"
"but……"
Zhao Hao raised his eyelids and asked, "Mr. Shang, if you have anything to say, just speak frankly."
Shang Henshui laughed and said, "Young man Zhao, when I entered the palace the day before yesterday, I saw the memorial you submitted to His Majesty in His Majesty's Pepper Room."
"You used a new handwriting style in that memorial that I have never seen before!"
"The handwriting is elegant and meaningful, the characters are rigorous, and it is dignified and beautiful. I really love it!"
"To be honest, I don't understand what was written in your memorial, and I didn't pay attention to it."
"All my thoughts are on your handwriting."
"Compared to the handwriting you wrote at the Golden Autumn Literary Conference, I like your handwriting more."
"You asked me for help, so of course I have nothing to say."
"But you have to use that handwriting to write a piece for me so I can see it."
Zhao Hao heard this and immediately shook his head and laughed: "I thought it was something else, this is too simple."
After a pause, Zhao Hao said, "How about this? I will write a work for Mr. Shang now."
Shang Henshui was overjoyed and quickly called Zhao Hao to go to the study.
After arriving at the study, he personally ground ink for Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao picked up a piece of bamboo paper, flattened it and pressed it firmly, then looked at Shang Henshui and asked, "I wonder what kind of work Mr. Shang wants?"
Shang Henshui said quickly: "You are a man of astonishing talent. You don't need me to tell you anything. Just write whatever you want."
Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile and cursed the old fox in his heart.
I picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out what to write.
So I just took out a poem I had written at the Jinqiu Literary Conference and rewrote it.
Shang Henshui immediately pulled a long face and said, "You little bastard, you are so lazy. I will grind the ink for you myself. Can't you write a new piece?"
Zhao Hao laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Shang, you misunderstood. I have been very busy recently and have not written any new works."
Looking at the words on the paper, Shang Henshui became happy again.
"Forget it, I won't bother with you kid."
"Not bad, really good. The more I look at this handwriting, the more beautiful it becomes!"
Zhao Hao didn't say anything either.
I thought, how could it be bad? This is the official style of calligraphy that has been criticized everywhere and even expelled from the list of calligraphy arts.
In the past life, there were many terrifying people inside and outside the calligraphy industry who stubbornly said that the official style of calligraphy was not worthy of being called calligraphy art.
Zhao Hao completely scoffed at this statement.
If it's not a good thing, how could so many people write it?
If there weren't so many people writing about it, would it have become so popular?
After all, isn't this a very beautiful handwriting?
Anyway, in the previous life, no matter whether others were experts or laymen, no matter how others disdained or even sneered at the official style.
Zhao Hao absolutely disagrees with that statement.
Therefore, he put a lot of effort into the official style of calligraphy.
Looking at Shang Henshui's old eyes, which seemed to be sunken, Zhao Hao immediately spoke softly.
"Mr. Shang, I'll take my leave now. Please take your time to read it."
The old man seemed to have heard nothing and seemed to have forgotten that Zhao Hao was the first visitor.
He didn't even look at it and just waved his hand.
Zhao Hao was speechless for a while, but didn't say anything. The other person was so engrossed in his own calligraphy that it seemed bad to disturb him.
Chao Shanghenshui bowed and left.
He walked out along the way he came, but after about two minutes, he sadly discovered a problem.
I seem to be... lost.
There were no lights around, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.
After walking a little further, we stopped in front of three forked paths.
"Why is there a fork in the road?"
"Not when you came?"
Zhao Hao frowned immediately. When he came here, he was grabbed by the excited Shang Henshui and walked forward. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the road under his feet.
As a result, he now has no impression of the road conditions in front of him.
After standing there and trying hard to recall the past, Zhao Hao walked towards the small path in the middle heading due south.
The whole house faces south. I just came out of the central hall. Although it turned a lot, it was still heading north as a whole.
Now we should be heading south, and we won’t go wrong.
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