roccoschili Chapter 148: In the Distant Mountains
Chapter 148: In the Distant Mountains
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence again.
Even Zhang Lianqing, who had been hiding aside without saying a word and hated Wang Weiyuan to the core, suddenly looked up at Wang Weiyuan in disbelief, his eyes wide open in astonishment.
Someone of Li Jichang's age who knew him asked, "Brother Jichang, are you serious? Don't exaggerate!"
After all, it is hard to believe that this young man Wang has such attainments in calligraphy at such a young age.
Li Jichang snorted in response to the man's question and said in a cold voice, "Of course I take it seriously. I'm not the only one here who knows how to read. Ask them if I'm exaggerating!"
After saying this, he turned angrily to the other four people and said, "You tell them, is Prince Wang's handwriting good?"
"Brother Jichang, please don't be angry. Brother Wang's calligraphy is indeed much better than that of Mr. Yuanshan!" The four people also gave the same affirmative answer as Li Jichang.
Everyone was completely furious.
This is a living young calligraphy master. From today on, he will probably have a place in the calligraphy and painting circles of Beijing!
Moreover, he is still so young, and his future prospects are limitless.
Someone cleverly shouted at Wang Weiyuan, "Master Wang, could you please give me this calligraphy piece today?"
Others said, "Don't give it to him, I'll buy it with money!"
Some even shouted, "Don't just sell them these two, I want to buy one too!"
"I also want!"
"And I!"
……
The originally quiet garden suddenly turned into a vegetable market where young people were vying for calligraphy with red faces and thick necks.
Marquis Jingchuan frowned slightly, and was about to scold everyone, but unexpectedly, the Third Prince revealed a rare look of childish pride: "I'm afraid you all won't get what you want today. I will take these three pieces of calligraphy from you, Prince Wang, for myself!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent and expressions of regret appeared on their faces.
The Third Prince smiled at the crowd and said, "Mother also greatly admires the calligraphy of Hermit Yuanshan. Today, I have the good fortune to see Prince Wang's handwriting. I must offer this to you, Mother, by borrowing Prince Wang's new work to entertain your parents."
After saying this, he bowed slightly towards Wang Weiyuan and said solemnly, "I am deeply honored to have received Young Master Wang's masterpiece today. If there is an opportunity in the future, I hope to have more exchanges with you, so that I can earn more of your calligraphy works!"
As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar.
As a popular candidate for the crown prince from a royal family, the prince is treated with such courtesy and respect today, which shows his sincerity.
Wang Weiyuan returned the Third Prince's greeting without arrogance or servility. "It is my honor that my humble work has caught the eye of Your Highness and earned the favor of the Imperial Concubine. I will strive to improve myself, so that I may live up to Your Highness's love and care for talent."
He has a graceful attitude and speaks modestly and cautiously. It's rare that he is still so young.
"Then it's settled. We'll meet again someday!"
The third prince nodded with satisfaction, and in his heart he actually had some desire to make friends with Wang Weiyuan.
The two of them interacted with each other in harmony.
Today, this young prince has completely won the favor of the third prince!
When people looked at Wang Weiyuan, there was a bit more envy and yearning in their eyes. As for jealousy, since he stood too high, this group of people no longer felt unfair!
Someone turned their head and saw Zhang Lianqing. His eyes were wide open, his mouth half open, and he was muttering under his breath, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. How could this person be the teacher of Yuanshan Jushi?"
Thinking of the extreme humiliation this person had previously inflicted on the prince, the man unceremoniously added insult to injury and retorted, "How can it be impossible? Everything is possible."
"He comes from the countryside and is very young. He must have done something." Zhang Lianqing was still unwilling to admit defeat, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only mutter to himself in a low voice to comfort himself.
"The truth is right in front of you, yet you still refuse to admit it. You're really playing a trick of deceiving yourself and others!"
The man replied disdainfully, turned his head and ignored him.
Marquis Jingchuan was very happy to see that although Wang Weiyuan had experienced many twists and turns today, he finally had a gratifying harvest. He looked at the sky, saw that it was almost noon and the chrysanthemums had been appreciated. He also heard that the banquet was ready, so he led everyone to the hall for dinner.
Before he could open his mouth, he heard the argumentative young master of the Quyang Marquis family shout loudly, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, you haven't told us what your relationship with Yuanshan Hermit is yet!"
Wang Weiyuan had a very good impression of this young man from the Marquis' Mansion, who was a little serious but had a pure heart.
So he turned around and asked with a smile, "Mr. Li, haven't you already guessed the relationship between me and Mr. Yuanshan?"
The young master of the Marquisate, who had been making such a confident argument, blushed shyly and said weakly, "That's just speculation, speculation!" He scratched his head sheepishly and continued to ask, "As for the exact answer, it still needs to be solved by Young Master Wang."
Li Jichang's question is exactly what everyone present today is concerned about.
At that moment, the Third Prince, Marquis Jingchuan, and the other guests, even Zhang Lianqing who was hiding in the corner, all unconsciously turned their eyes to the calm and composed young man, and their ears pricked up nervously.
Wang Weiyuan saw that everyone was staring at him eagerly, so he smiled and said, "The hermit Yuanshan you are talking about was once my teacher. In the future, I may be Yuanshan's teacher."
There was something mysterious about these words, and no one could understand their meaning for a moment.
Seeing Li Jichang about to ask more questions, Wang Weiyuan replied sternly, "This was a casual doodle I made two years ago. I never imagined that by some chance it would find its way to the capital and be so highly praised and appreciated by everyone. I am deeply honored."
The young man smiled faintly and said self-deprecatingly, "Three years ago, I named my practice work 'The Hermit of Far Mountain'. I never imagined that today I would be fighting a duel with my past self, where I would have the upper hand!"
Li Jichang half-opened his mouth and let out a short "ah". The others were also filled with shock and astonishment.
Wang Weiyuan raised his head slightly and said softly, "If there isn't another Hermit Yuanshan, then that person must be me!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Li Jichang rushed forward and hugged Wang Weiyuan, saying loudly, "I knew it, Master Yuanshan is a brilliant, sharp, and indomitable young man!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was both amused and confused.
Li Jichang, this is what you should focus on? ! !
Immersed in the shock of this huge news, the group walked towards the banquet hall with dazed and absent-minded expressions, taking one step forward and one step back as if they were drunk.
Only Wang Weiyuan remained calm and walked forward leisurely.
This beautiful posture of a gentleman was interrupted by Qin Shijun turning around.
Qin Shijun put his arms around his best friend's shoulders, and his always lively fox eyes smiled brightly.
He continued to chatter, "Ah Yuan, Mr. Yuanshan, I knew you were always outstanding, but I never expected you to be so outstanding! I was hoping you would just scare them, but you actually scared everyone."
He grabbed Wang Weiyuan's hand and pressed it against his chest: "Come and feel your heartbeat. Every beat is a sign of pride for you!"
Wang Weiyuan shook off Qin Shijun's hand and rolled his eyes helplessly again.