Across the table, there was no response. Tang Zheng glanced secretly and saw his senior brother, Lu Hui, sitting straight at the table, writing.
Although he couldn’t see what he was writing, the strokes were like silver hooks and iron paintings, revealing the profound skill of Lu Hui’s calligraphy.
In fact, Tang Zheng knew very well that if the entire literary circle were ranked by calligraphy level, his senior brother might not be number one, but he would definitely be in the top ten.
The key is that the characters written by his senior brother are just like his personality, square and upright, without a hint of slickness.
No idea what his senior brother was writing, but seeing this serious demeanor, it seemed quite important.
While Tang Zheng was pondering, Lu Hui put down his pen and slowly turned his head to look at him.
Lu Hui wasn’t particularly handsome, but his eyes were distinctly clear and bright.
But it was this calm gaze that made Tang Zheng’s scalp tingle.
"Senior brother..."
"Where is your literary saint’s plaque?" Lu Hui interrupted him directly, asking bluntly.
Tang Zheng’s heart tightened, knowing he couldn’t hide it, so he smiled wryly and roughly explained what happened.
After listening, Lu Hui’s eyes glimmered with a peculiar light.
"Composed ten poems in a row?"
"Actually, it was eleven poems. He composed one when he first appeared!"
Lu Hui stood up, pushed the books on the table aside, and then took out a sheet of white paper to lay flat on the table.
"Come, write them for me!"
Tang Zheng did not dare to disobey and took the pen to transcribe all the eleven poems Xue An had composed at the literary meeting.
Tang Zheng had an exceptional memory, and eleven poems were naturally no difficulty for him.
In no time, the eleven poems were transcribed.
Lu Hui quietly watched all along and only lifted the paper after Tang Zheng finished.
"In spring, there’s an unbound realm, the void doesn’t stay; Flowers and orioles follow the world, pavilions perched on mountain crests... The imagery is quite good, but the wording still has flaws."
"Idly, cassia petals fall, the night is calm, spring mountain empty; The moonrise startles mountain birds, they occasionally chirp in spring ravines! What a wonderful poem, not only ethereal in imagery, but also exquisite in wording, truly a masterpiece."
"Middle-aged, I delight in the path, living late by Southern Mountain’s edge; In high spirits, often alone, rare achievements known to oneself. Walk till water’s end, sit watching cloud arise. Suddenly meeting an old woodsman, conversing without a scheduled end... The opening of this poem is somewhat lacking, but the line ’Walk till water’s end, sit watching cloud arise’ is remarkably brilliant, elevating the poem’s essence and tone!"
Lu Hui shook his head engrossedly, commenting on each poem as if intoxicated.
If Xue An were here, he would surely be surprised at Lu Hui’s profound knowledge in poetry.
All of this stemmed from his critiques penetrating the core, some even deducing the author’s situation and psychology at the time.
After finishing the critique of all eleven poems, Lu Hui looked at Tang Zheng.
"You say all these poems were done by him alone?"
"Absolutely certain, at least before the saint’s plaque, no one could falsify!" Tang Zheng replied.
Lu Hui shook his head, "That’s impossible! Because the style and writing of these eleven poems are vastly different, they couldn’t possibly be from one person’s hand!"
"But..." Tang Zheng was somewhat dumbfounded.
Actually, he had always had this doubt.
As a great scholar, how could he fail to see these poems’ oddities?
Tang Zheng didn’t know what Xue An couldn’t accomplish.
With that in mind, Tang Zheng left the room, heavy with thoughts. Just as he was about to cross the passage, he thought of something and then turned to leave through a secret path from Qi Si headquarters.
And after his departure, in the front corridor, his sister Tang Xiao was still waiting bitterly.
Humph! I don’t believe you won’t come out!
The wait was long, though it was unclear how much time had passed.
People came and went in the passage, but her brother’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
Tang Xiao grew anxious and grabbed a passing Qisi student.
"Have you seen my brother inside?"
The Qisi student was initially startled, but upon recognizing Tang Xiao, relaxed, then laughed.
"Oh, it’s little sister Tang. Are you looking for Senior Brother Tang Zheng? I just saw him exit Senior Brother’s room. Why? Didn’t he leave from here?"
Tang Xiao paused, then suddenly thought of something, stomping her foot fiercely.
"Dammit, he snuck away!"
With that, she let go and headed inside.
The student wanted to impress.
After all, in this male-dominated Qisi headquarters, a girl as beautiful and lively as Tang Xiao attracted everyone’s attention.
"Little sister Tang, you don’t need to ask Senior Brother in the back. I just heard someone say that Senior Brother Tang Zheng went to Repentance Cliff to meditate!"

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