Fusu was so embarrassed at this time.

He wanted to take Li Jue to avoid it, but Zhao Gao, Lu Buwei and Li Si and other court bosses called him.

Especially Lu Buwei, he said: "Young Master, I have written a few calligraphy articles. You have studied this article quite well, come and taste it."

Li Si also smiled and said, "The eldest son loves calligraphy. I also borrowed a medicine slip from him. It is said that the medicine slip was used to cure Princess Leping, and the calligraphy skills themselves are of extremely high level."

He stroked his beard and smiled, "I just copied the true meaning of it."

Zhao Gao himself has a good literary talent, and he smiled at this time: "I got a running script Analects of Confucius a few days ago and I have been copying it, but I can't even copy it at all. I am ashamed."

Having said that, he wrote beautifully, and was still above Li Si and Lu Buwei.

It immediately attracted everyone's praise.

Several big guys also brag about each other's rainbow farts, and they were humble in words, but they were extremely proud on their faces.

The Qin Dynasty was still martial, but these big men were representatives of various schools of thought, and they also hoped that academics could make people surrender.

As soon as the emerging thing of calligraphy appears, it occupies the hearts of the big guys, making them feel that writing good calligraphy can better promote their academics.

Because of this, each of them was competing, so calligraphy spread throughout half of the Qin Dynasty in just one month.

It has attracted countless people to be sought after in the upper level.

The eldest son Fusu walked in front of everyone on the calligraphy.

But he didn't know that he always regarded himself as a junior, thinking that what the big guys wrote would definitely be better.

Unexpectedly, it was so bad.

It turns out that he has specialized in his profession, and the big guys have something beyond his reach.

The eldest son Fusu was a little embarrassed at this time. He really didn't want to stay, but everyone called him.

I had to pull Li Jue and step forward with a tough bullet.

Everyone glanced at Li Jue, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate for such an executioner to appear here, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Only Zhao Gao's eyes flashed for a moment, then he smiled slightly and ignored him.

Lu Buwei said: "Young Master, you have made great achievements in calligraphy. Let's give us some appreciation and see how we write. So what if we compare with you?"

Everyone laughed and thought that what Lu Buwei and others wrote was definitely not as good as the eldest son.

However, Fusu has always been a good baby and must be ashamed of himself.

As expected.

Fusu said, "The Prime Minister is joking. In front of all the elders, Fusu is just showing off his skills and is not worth mentioning."

Everyone smiled with satisfaction.

However, Zhao Gao noticed Li Jue and then smiled and said, "Young Master, if you bring an executioner here, is it that he has made achievements in calligraphy?"

Having said that, he felt that a mere executioner, probably without reading big words, could he understand calligraphy.

Everyone thinks so too.

The Confucians present, especially the great Confucian Ye Xiu, also had an idea and looked at Li Jue up and down.

When welcoming the triumphal army, he was compared by Li Jue. Now, in terms of calligraphy and academics, can't he win back?

The great scholar Ye Xiudao: "The eldest son praised Li Tingchang before, and I think he had made some achievements in calligraphy."

This is to drive a duck to put it on the shelves.

Li Jue looked calm and bowed, "You guys are just a mere executioner, and even the name is written in a rude way. How can you write calligraphy?"

Then I was about to say goodbye. A group of old people wasted his time. They were discussing calligraphy here while eating. What did you think!

He just wanted to go for a meal and drink, but he didn't want to play with them.

but.

Li Jue wanted to leave, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed more like he was fleeing in panic. How could Zhao Gao, Ye Xiu and others make him get what he wants?

Even if Lu Buwei was refused recruitment several times by Li Jue, he was still resentful and planned to take control of Li Jue and let him know who is worthy of surrendering to.

Only Fusu's face changed drastically.

He didn't want his masters to make a fool of themselves. They were the pillars of the Qin Dynasty, and they were also the powerful ministers of the Qin Dynasty and the role models of countless people.

If Li Jue is defeated here, he will definitely be embarrassed.

So, he quickly advised: "Chief Li Ting has only been to a private school for a few years since he was a child. Some of the masters came from Jixia College. Each of them is well-read in poetry and books. How could he compare to it?"

Then he bowed and said, "Masters, let him go and let him go to a meal and drink. He is just an executioner."

Zhao Gao knew that Li Jue had a good relationship with Fusu, and he thought Li Jue was a talent, but he supported Hu Hai.

Therefore, Fusu and Li Jue cannot be too secretly. If Li Jue can be defeated, they can cut off Fusu's right-hand arm.

Therefore, he said: "The eldest son was joking, and when he came here, he was a calligraphy enthusiast. He could write and write ink no matter his identity or knowledge."

Everyone nodded. Although they looked down on the executioner, they were bored and wanted to make fun of others.

Many people can’t talk about anything good or bad, but the pure celebration banquet is too boring, and they are used to eating delicacies, so there is something to adjust, which is best.

After all, they don’t take Li Jue seriously and use it as a joke.

Then he did not give Fusu the opportunity to refuse, so he directly brought the pen and ink bamboo slips and asked Li Jue to write.

Fusu has a headache. He really doesn't want his masters to make a fool of themselves.

They are the backbone of the Qin Dynasty and the humerus of the Qin Dynasty. What should we do if we make a fool of ourselves in public?

He had to come to Li Jue's side and said, "Chief Li, since you masters ask you to write, just write it, but don't be too serious and give them some face."

Li Jue understood what Fusu meant, and he didn't want to embarrass these ministers, as that would be too eye-catching and not what he wanted.

Anyway, I can't avoid it, so I just write a piece of words and send them away.

Try to write as ugly as possible so that they can be proud.

Li Jue thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, my eldest son, I'll just write with my left hand."

Fusu nodded immediately and said, "You should be considerate."

Li Jue smiled. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he even wanted to write with his feet, so that he could be a little guaranteed that he would be ugly than them.

Then Li Jue picked up the wolf hair pen, dipped it in thick ink, and then picked up the pen and wrote a poem in running script.

The King of Qin swept the sixth place, and the tiger looked at him.

Waving the sword to strike the floating clouds, the princes came to the west.

There were some later ones, but the bamboo slips were too short, and Li Jue didn't want to write them too much, so he threw away the pen.

But when he wrote with his left hand, he deliberately acted ugly, hoping to write something ugly, but after writing, he found that it was still too beautiful.

Look at the magnificent poems, which are completely different from the genres in the Book of Songs, but they are magnificent.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Li Jue was also stunned. Seeing everyone's appearance, he knew something bad.

He wanted to hear Zhao Gao's ridicule, and more wanted to hear Lu Buwei's guidance on the country.

Big guys, please scold me quickly.

only.

These big guys have no face to criticize Li Jue, at least in terms of calligraphy and poetry, they are not qualified to criticize Li Jue at all.

Zhao Gao cut off the brush in his hand, and he was ready to sarcastically say a few words before showing off his literary talent.

As a result, he wanted to slap himself twice at this time, and even let Li Jue pretend.

Lu Buwei was also confused. Why is he so literary? He writes so beautifully. He is used to use his right hand, but he writes so well with his left hand!?

Li Si was also confused, and he looked at his old rivals.

I thought several old rivals pulled Li Jue out to play, but why did they feel like they were being played?

Can anyone explain that a mere executioner who has only read books for a few years can write such wonderful running scripts and such magnificent and grand poems!?

The great scholar Ye Xiu had just prepared his words and was about to swear by Li Jue, but at this moment, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

What a fuck they were rushing to give Li Jue face to beat him. It's so cheap.

Fusu was helpless when he held his forehead with his hands. He had already seen that Li Jue had done his best to write ugly, but it was still too excellent, so there was nothing he could do about it.

He wanted to save his masters' face, but he could do nothing.

Their performance is like the water cooked in a cauldron - a boiling substance.

At this time, Meng Yi from the Meng family came. He looked at the poem and was shocked.

"Which master wrote the poem? Li Xiang, Lv Xiang, Lord Zhao, are you?"

Seeing that no one agreed, Meng Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "What a familiar word, huh, Li Jue, you didn't write it?"

Everyone looked at Meng Yi, and Meng Yi pointed to the first post he copied and said, "That poor night in front of the seat, without asking the people and ghosts, was written by Chief Li Ting."
To be continued...