Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Youniao sat upright.

Li Zitong stepped forward quickly: "Brother Chen Xian, let me help you sharpen your ink."

While grinding the ink, his hands were shaking slightly. He had never experienced such a scene before, so he couldn't tell whether he was scared or excited.

Chen Youniao flicked his fingers on the wooden table: "Brother Li, don't spill the ink."

Looking at his clear and indifferent eyes, Li Zitong suddenly felt as if he had taken a reassurance, and his hands no longer trembled.

This is a very strange feeling, even inexplicable.

"Is it possible that Brother Chen Xian knows magic?"

Li Zitong had such an idea in his mind.

After a while, the ink was polished.

Chen Youniao held the pen in his hand, filled with thick ink, and immediately moved the pen quickly without any hesitation. It seemed that he had already made up his mind and had thought about what he wanted to write in advance.

Li Zitong stood on the side and looked attentively. When Chen Youniao finished writing, Li Zitong couldn't help but show a strange expression:

"A breeze fills the universe!"

Seven big characters, the writing is smooth and smooth.

These are also the words written by the monk Zheng Nanchan on Zhao Qieli's fan. It is like taking it over and writing it again.

However, Chen Youniao used running script, which looked less formal and more elegant.

In Li Zitong's opinion, Chen Youniao's handwriting is indeed good, very energetic, and has a vague style of his own.

The problem is that it has not established itself yet and lacks the corresponding reputation. You must know that in this industry, whether there is a reputation bonus or not, the value appraisal of pen and ink works is very different.

Li Zitong originally thought that Chen Youniao would write some original poems. If he wrote well, it would increase his value to a certain extent. However, Chen Youniao copied existing poems. How did he think about this?

Do you want to directly compete with the calligraphy monk by writing the exact same words?

Arrogant or self-defeating?

Li Zitong had complicated emotions. On the one hand, he certainly hoped that Chen Youniao would give him a million dollars, but on the other hand, he thought there was no chance.

At this time, everyone in the audience saw what Chen Youniao had written, and there was an uproar, mixed with bursts of laughter.

Zhao Qieli laughed and said: "Your Excellency is really good at copying calligraphy. The accountant in my house can write a hundred copies of such calligraphy in a day."

Chen Youniao asked: "Does Mr. Zhao know how to cook?"

"Stir-fry?"

"For the same dish, different cooks will produce different dishes with different colors, flavors and flavors."

Zhao Qili waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sell, see if anyone wants your broken calligraphy."

Chen Youniao held up the banner, walked around, and said loudly: "These are some words I wrote. If anyone likes them, please bid!"

"Haha, you are an unknown person and a fool only buys your words."

"Isn't it? It's just a little better than the poor scholar on the street."

Li Zitong became anxious and said hurriedly: "We are all candidates waiting for the results to be announced."

The implication was that he wanted to show off his status as a potential Jinshi in order to raise his status, which was definitely not comparable to that of a poor scholar selling calligraphy on the street.

Someone immediately sneered: "So what about Jinshi? There are as many Jinshi as dogs in the capital, and they are everywhere. Who cares about them?"

"The calligraphy of a Jinshi scholar is indeed better than that of a poor scholar. So, I will buy it for a hundred cents!"

Everyone heard his joke and immediately burst out laughing.

Cao Xinghe and others were so depressed that they did not dare to raise their heads.

Although Cao Xinghe caused this incident unintentionally, he felt that Chen Youniao's response was too unwise. If he just didn't respond and just ran away, wouldn't everything be fine? Why bother with Zhao Qieli to vent his anger?

As for being put in such an embarrassing situation, it is simply asking for humiliation.

Just as I was feeling ashamed, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "I'll buy this word for ten taels!"

The speaker is dressed in rich clothes, with a hand-wide jade hanging around his waist, and shaking a folding fan in his hand.

"He is Zhao Youcheng, the fourth son of King Wujiang. He has never gotten along well with Zhao Qieli. He is used to being jealous of each other in Chunlou. I didn't expect him to be competing for words now."

Someone soon revealed the identity of the bidder and his reasons.

Li Zitong and others were overjoyed, they did not expect such a turning point.

Although twelve taels is far less than "a thousand pieces of gold", in terms of market conditions, it is already considered a pretty good price.

After all, Chen Youniao only wrote seven words, and they were copied.

Regardless of whether Zhao Youcheng and Zhao Qieli did not deal with each other, deliberately came to cause trouble, or for other reasons, the steps were given. If you go down the steps, you can at least save some face.

Zhao Qili glared fiercely: "Zhao Youcheng, what do you mean?"

Zhao Youcheng opened the fan and shook it twice: "I'm buying a word! Can't I bid for a word?"

Zhao Qieli sneered and said: "Do you want to disgust me by offering a dozen? If you have the ability, you can offer ten thousand."

Zhao Youcheng laughed loudly: "Ten taels of silver, I just took it as a visit to Chunlou and gave it to the boy. Do you think I'm a fool for ten thousand dollars?"

After that, he said to Chen Youniao: "Sell the ten taels of silver or not, or I'll leave. I put my words here. No one will bid for your calligraphy except me."

Li Zitong desperately winked at Chen Youniao and asked him to agree to sell it.

However, Chen Youniao shook his head and said calmly: "It's too little, I won't sell it."

The whole audience was in an uproar, looking at him like a fool. Zhao Youcheng only offered ten taels of silver to cause trouble. Who would really bid for such a word?

Zhao Youcheng's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "You really have character, I admire you, let's do this, I will make my last offer, twenty taels of silver."

But Chen Youniao still shook his head: "I won't sell it."

Li Zitong thought to himself: This brother Chen Xiandi must be crazy. He can't go down such a good step and still wants to sell it at a price.

However, there is nothing we can do about it in a hurry. As things have developed so far, Chen Youniao is the one who takes the lead and makes the decision, and no one else can get in the way.

Zhao Youcheng curled his lips and said: "It turns out that you are a fool, so you can sell it slowly. If you ask me to buy it again, I will only give one or two."

Chen Youniao replied: "There's no rush."

After waiting for a while, no one bid again.

Zhao Qieli sneered and said: "Boy, you have missed the best opportunity. How about it? I don't have that much time to wait here."

Chen Youniao sighed: "The place is full of wealth, but no one knows the goods. It's a pity."

Zhao Qieli burst out laughing: "What a scoundrel scholar, now he's showing off his talents?"

But I heard someone say: "Please look at this calligraphy again."

Amidst the voices, a vigorous and heroic young man strode out.

"Zhao Zibi, the eldest son of King Chengshan?"

"Why is he here?"

"What is he going to do?"

King Chengshan was also a county king, but Zhao Zibi's identity was the eldest son and the heir apparent, which was different from Zhao Qieli and Zhao Youcheng.

Zhao Zibi took the word and looked at it slowly, as if examining an antique treasure. He looked at it for half a quarter of an hour, and then asked: "How much do you want to sell it for?"

Chen Youniao said: "The 'A Cool Breeze Fills the Universe' on Mr. Zhao's folding fan is said to be worth more than 8,000 yuan. I don't dare to ask for more than the 'A Fan of Cool Breeze Fills the Universe' written by me. One thousand yuan per word is enough."

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"Seven thousand is too little, I will give you ten thousand!"

Zhao Zibi waved his hand, and a guard immediately walked out, holding a stack of banknotes in his hand, and respectfully handed them to Chen Youniao.
Chapter completed!