Chapter 19 You haven’t seen it before, this is called a sketch!
Several teachers frowned slightly. What kind of place is Wulei Pavilion? How could they allow students to write poems on the wall at will?
Ji Tian seemed to find this idea very interesting, and he clapped his hands and laughed:
“Hahaha, the poetry competition of Longchang Academy has always been famous. I think this student’s idea is good.
The winning students are asked to write poems on the wall, on the one hand as a commemoration, and on the other hand for other students to learn from and exchange ideas.
After several decades, the walls of this Wulei Pavilion will be covered with authentic poems by the pillars of our dynasty. Isn’t that wonderful? "
Ouyang Ye pondered for a moment, and seemed to think that this was all right, so he nodded slightly, indicating his approval.
If the painting is not done well, just wait for the dean to come back and repaint the wall.
Well, the county government will have to pay for it then.
Zhu Qingyan's smile widened, and he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Lan.
Zhu Qingyan could no longer suppress his excitement when he thought about Zhu Lan's appallingly ugly handwriting, which would soon be displayed in front of the entire academy and even the county magistrate.
Leaving a bad impression on the county magistrate will be a huge disadvantage in future county examinations!
For the final round, Ji Tian proposed the topic of "Longchang Academy".
Writing on the wall should be beautiful and neat, so there is no time limit to give students enough time to plan.
The brush used previously for writing regular script was naturally not suitable, so Ouyang Ye asked someone to bring a brush for writing banner script and handed it to the three people.
Zhu Qingyan and Chen Ziming remained calm, took the brushes, each chose a blank area on the wall, and began to conceive.
Xu Shiming said solemnly, "It's bad. It usually takes many years of calligraphy skills to write this kind of banner calligraphy. Zhu Lan has only just started learning it. There is no way he can write it."
Qiao Youyou didn't believe it, so she went to ask Ding Xiaoqiu. Ding Xiaoqiu frowned and nodded, "With Junior Sister Zhu's level, she definitely can't write such a large calligraphy."
"It's over, it's over. Lanlan is going to be ruined by this handwriting..." Qiao Youyou slumped back down, muttering to herself.
Everyone in Class T was worried about Zhu Lan.
Zhu Qingyan and Chen Ziming had already started writing, and after writing just a few words, the students below began to praise them.
"I didn't expect that Senior Sister Qingyan, who looks so weak, could write so fluently!"
"Senior Brother Ziming is also very good. Look at his handwriting, it is so vivid and impressive!"
Zhu Lan stood between the two of them, but did not move for a long time, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him.
"Why is Lanlan in a daze at this time!" Qiao Youyou said anxiously.
"Yeah, even if people will laugh at me when I write it, it's better than writing nothing at all!"
Seeing that Zhu Qingyan and Chen Ziming had finished writing most of the work, Zhu Lan's hands loosened.
"Pah"
The brush fell to the ground.
Everyone's eyes were focused on her - was she going to admit defeat?
Zhu Lan suddenly turned around, bowed and said:
"Can you lend me some carbon black?"
Others were writing calligraphy, so why did she need charcoal? Everyone was puzzled.
Qin Yuwei was the first to react: "Quick, go find Tan Hei!"
Several boys from Class T ran out immediately and quickly handed a piece of charcoal black to Zhu Lan.
"come on!"
"Yeah." Zhu Lan's eyes sparkled as he took the charcoal and nodded to them.
With the charcoal in hand, Zhu Lan strode to the wall, and with a few "swish" sounds, smooth lines were outlined.
The people below were stunned.
"What is she doing, trying to paint a wall black?"
"Painting? That doesn't look like it. How can anyone paint like this..."
However, smiles gradually appeared on the faces of the students in Class T.
Haha, you haven’t seen it before, this is called sketch!
Liang Zhou couldn't help laughing and said, "She's really something. At the beginning, she said there was no limit to the genre, but she just used painting instead."
"Haha, our Lanlan is so smart!" Qiao Youyou let out a long sigh and felt relieved immediately.
Qin Yuwei didn't smile, but looked a little worried.
Is it really possible to paint instead?
As Zhu Lan's details gradually became more complete, everyone could see that she was painting, but in a style they had never seen before.
Xiang Wenyuan was the first to shout:
"Zhu Lan broke the rules! The competition was clearly about poetry writing, why is she drawing?"
Other students also stood up and echoed.
“It’s not fair!”
"Yes, it's not fair!"
Ji Tian was very curious about Zhu Lan's way of painting with charcoal black. He was studying it with great interest when he suddenly heard protests from the audience.
Several teachers from Class C also stood up.
"County Magistrate, Supervisor, this is a poetry and prose competition, not a poetry and painting competition. Zhu Lan's opportunism should be stopped immediately and severely punished!"
“What a bunch of old guys!” Qiao Youyou cursed inwardly, then shouted, “Are you afraid that Zhu Lan will steal the limelight from your students and you’ll lose face?”
"How dare you!" Master Li shouted, "This is a college. Is this how Xie Ding teaches you to respect your teachers?"
Ji Tian also looked unhappy: "Inside the academy, students yell at the teacher, how can this be allowed?"
Qin Yuwei quickly pulled Qiao Youyou to sit down.
Qiao Youyou was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she clenched her fists and said:
"What's going on with Xie Ding? I thought he agreed to come back to teach last time we invited him, but he's still nowhere to be seen!
Look at those guys in Class C. They are so arrogant because they have the support of the teacher. Aren’t they just jealous that Lan Lan is better than them? "
Several masters said to the stage at the same time:
"Mr. County Magistrate, please ask Student Zhu to stop immediately!"
Ouyang Ye frowned slightly. Several teachers were now working together. As the dean, he could not show partiality, so he had to look at Ji Tian.
Although Ji Tian still wanted to see Zhu Lan continue painting, this was someone else's territory after all, and he couldn't refuse the respect of the masters.
Alas, what a pity.
Other people’s children draw so well!
These old pedants really don’t understand art!
Ji Tian sighed and shook his head: "Okay. Then wish, wish..."
"Zhu Lan." The person behind him reminded.
"Yes, Zhu Lan, don't draw that for now..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud voice came from outside -
"Xie Ding is here, who dares to bully my students!?"
Master Xie's steps were so fast that his beard fluttered in the wind, and he strode into Wulei Pavilion!
Finally here.
Ouyang Ye raised the corner of his lips slightly and took a sip of tea calmly.
"Thank you, Master!"
"It's Master Xie who's here!"
The students in Class T immediately became happy.
Master Xie strode up to the teachers in Class C, pointed at their noses and cursed:
"A few old guys are disrespectful and bully my students!"
"Hey, Old Xie, this is you being unreasonable--" Master Zhao was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Go away, stop talking nonsense to me. I think all the students in your class have been eliminated, and you are jealous that the students I taught are better than you, right?"
After Xie Ding finished speaking, he sat down on the podium.
“I will be sitting here today. Whoever prevents my students from finishing their paintings will have to step over my old bones first!
Zhu Lan, you draw yours. Draw well and don’t embarrass me!”
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