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Xuande Street
A young scholar walked along the street with a candied fruit skewer in his left hand, glancing around as he went. Occasionally, he would stop at the stalls of street performers, applauding and cheering. When he passed the Flower and Willow Lane, the courtesans saw this handsome and lovely young scholar and one by one became infatuated, coming up to him and grabbing his arm, cooing, "What a handsome young gentleman! Where are you going, sir? Would you like to come over here and have a look? I promise to make you feel comfortable beyond compare."
"Wow, such fair skin, even fairer than mine. The young master must want to have me."
Li Ziwei had never seen such a scene before. It took a lot of effort to slip away from those women who were as eager as starving wolves. He wiped his face, not knowing which hooligan woman had stolen a kiss on his face. It was disgusting with saliva.
I tidied up my almost torn clothes, and left in a hurry. It wasn't until I left the Flower Lane that I dared to stop and take a deep breath, saying angrily, "I can't believe there's such a shady place under my feet. I'll have the magistrate of Jingzhao Prefecture tear down that lane."
After leaving the Flower Lane, it's the commercial center of the inner city, bustling with people. It's now early spring, a good time for outings. Li Ziwei looked at the crowds of people going out for spring outings, feeling a sense of loss on her face. In the past, at this time, her father and brothers would take her out for spring hunting. Now, looking back, she was the only one left.
Li Ziwei shook her head as if trying to shake off these troubles, and angrily thought, "It's all because of that old man Wu Rusong, organizing some kind of matchmaking event. In fact, not all the participants are his people. He wants to treat me as a puppet, making me feel overwhelmed recently, always feeling restless. Even when I come out to relax, I feel agitated."
She said she came out to relax, but Li Ziwei has always lived in the palace since she was young. The farthest place she has been to is the shopping street in this inner city. Because it's not far from the imperial city, whenever she's troubled, she likes to sneak out and stroll around, leaving all the memorials and such to Shonguan Yaohua.
Just like this, Li Ziwei wandered around the inner city, suddenly she saw a familiar figure in the bookstore, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she walked towards the bookstore.
In the bookstore, Song Nian was picking and choosing among the papers with a fan in his hand, muttering, "Fresh paper, old paper."
The boss stood respectfully to the side and greeted, "Master, we have both fresh and cooked items. If you want to practice calligraphy, I suggest using raw paper as it absorbs ink well."
Song Nian had just finished discussing business with Wu Xue'er. When it came time to sign the contract with his full name and seal, Song Nian, who was used to using a ballpoint pen, didn't know how to write with a brush. His handwriting was all over the place. Although Wu Xue'er was wearing a veil and her expression couldn't be seen clearly, her eyes, which curved like crescent moons, revealed her smile.
Being mocked by a little girl made Song Nian blush with embarrassment, wishing to find a hole to hide in. After leaving Xiangyun Pavilion, he found a nearby bookstore to buy some paper for practice. At that moment, a laughter like golden bells came from outside the door: "Master Song, I didn't expect to meet you here." Song Nian turned around and saw the young scholar from last night walking into the shop, dressed differently from yesterday. He was wearing a green robe with a loose collar and slightly rolled-up sleeves. Unlike yesterday when he wore a scholar's square scarf on his head, today his hair was casually tied up, with a few strands swaying in the wind.
Yesterday it was dark, and I only casually chatted with him so I didn't really see his face clearly. Today, upon closer inspection, his appearance is delicate, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water. But at this moment, he deliberately portrays himself as rough to cover up his inherent gentleness. His nose is straight, his lips are lightly colored, and he doesn't wear makeup, yet he exudes a heroic air. His steps are gentle and agile, giving a sense of tranquility and contentment.
This unexpectedly gave Song Nian a feeling of love at first sight, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps. Damn it, he's a eunuch's son, not a real eunuch, how could he fall for a man? No, I didn't fall for a man, it's just that this guy looks too strange. If he were in women's clothing, he probably wouldn't lose to last night's Shonguan Yaohua. Song Nian muttered to himself in his heart.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Nian was still thinking about the appearance of the young scholar in women's clothing when Li Ziwei had already approached his face.
Damn, why does he smell so good? Damn, I'm turning into a homosexual. Song Nian quickly took a step back, maintaining a certain distance from the scholar, and performed a courteous gesture, saying, "I just came out for a leisurely stroll, so I came to the bookstore to buy some paper to practice calligraphy at home. It's a coincidence that I can meet you anywhere."
Li Ziwei didn't notice his retreat, just became interested in Song Nian's calligraphy practice, and chuckled, "With the talent for poetry from last night, do you still need to practice calligraphy?"
"I said last night, that was written by my friend," Song Nian said helplessly. How could someone not believe that the poem was written by someone else?
"Then what about your friend? Let me meet him."
Song Nian was speechless. Where could he find a Bai Juyi? He decided to keep quiet and not talk about it. Li Ziwei also took it as a default. She became interested in the paper on the table. She was always interested in calligraphy and painting. Looking at Song Nian, she said, "If you want to practice calligraphy, I can teach you." Then she turned to the boss and said, "Boss, bring a sheet of paper. I'll give it a try."
The boss immediately took out a few sheets of paper and writing materials from under the table and placed them on the desk. Song Nian also wanted to see how the scholars of ancient times wrote, and having a teacher was better than figuring it out on his own.
Li Ziwei picked up the pen and rested it against his chin, this kind of casual gesture was quite lovely, and it captivated Song Nian. "I got it, Master Song probably doesn't know my name yet, so I'll write my name for you," Li Ziwei's voice brought the distracted Song Nian back, and Song Nian hurriedly said, "Please give me some ink, teacher."
Li Ziwei With a big stroke of the pen, she wrote "Li Ziyang" on the paper in a flowing manner. Of course, she couldn't use her real name, so this was the name she came up with temporarily.
As soon as she finished writing, the boss next to her applauded, saying, "Well done, well done! Young man, you write so well. To put it bluntly, even if you don't take the imperial examination, you could make a living by selling calligraphy for the rest of your life."
Song Nian may not be able to write in calligraphy, but after seeing Li Ziwei's writing in Qiu Ru'e, he compared it to his own and found that this scholar's writing is both strong and flexible, showing both strength and resilience. He must be a person with a solid foundation.
Li Ziwei was flattered and asked the boss next to him with a smug smile, "Boss, tell me, what's so good about my writing?"
"Whether it's good or not, I can't say, but it's just too much like a person."
"Oh, like who?"
The boss suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Today, Your Majesty."
Li Ziwei was surprised, and Song Nian became interested, looking at the boss and asking, "This is extraordinary. Have you seen Your Majesty's handwriting?"
The boss chuckled and said, "Your Majesty was renowned for her beauty and talent before ascending the throne. Her calligraphy was worth fifty taels at the time, and I was fortunate enough to see it once."
"Sir, I don't know if you've studied calligraphy diligently, but this is a strikingly close resemblance, about eighty percent accurate."
"Oh? So where did the two points difference come from?" Song Nian still wanted to continue asking.
But Li Ziwei didn't give him the chance to dig deeper, quickly dragging Song Nian out of the bookstore. The owner shouted from behind, "Sir, do you still want this paper?" But Li Ziwei didn't pay any attention to him and had already disappeared.
"Hey, what's this all about? It's a waste of my ink and a piece of paper, but these characters might fetch a good price," muttered the boss.
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