The Young Urban Doctor
Chapter 1323: This Woman, So This Is What She Was Thinking

Chapter 1323: Chapter 1323: This Woman, So This Is What She Was Thinking

At this time, a staff member came in with a few elderly men who had a very impressive aura.

"Excuse me, could you please make way?" The staff member politely said to the tourists blocking the way, "These are all masters of the calligraphy world, they’d like to come in and take a look."

Without needing any special reminder from the staff, many people automatically stepped aside to make room for the group of imposing elders.

When these people entered, Liu Hongwei just stared blankly at them for a moment, then his gaze returned to the characters written by Luo Ziling.

"Liu Lao, what’s going on?" The elder leading the group looked puzzledly at the dazed Liu Hongwei, "Is someone actually challenging you?"

However, after seeing the piece of calligraphy Luo Ziling had written, he too was stunned, unable to continue his sentence.

The other old men also quickly fixed their eyes on the calligraphy written by Luo Ziling, not shifting their gaze away.

After a while, the elder leading the group finally spoke out, "Who wrote this?"

"I did," Luo Ziling replied with a smile, "It was just a spur of the moment thing, written in a fit of pique."

After saying this, Luo Ziling then said to Ouyang Feifei, "Do you like it? If you do, I’ll give it to you!"

"Of course I like it," Ouyang Feifei responded and, without caring that those old men were still examining it seriously, she stepped forward and started to collect the now-dry inked writing.

As Ouyang Feifei was getting ready to roll up the calligraphy, the elders who were scrutinizing it closely immediately reacted.

"You can’t take that calligraphy!" The elder in the lead didn’t care how beautiful Ouyang Feifei was, he directly yelled at her, "Let us appreciate it properly."

"No," Ouyang Feifei hummed like a mischievous girl, then quickly snatched the calligraphy into her hands.

Luo Ziling helped her, handing over the calligraphy to Ouyang Feifei before the others could get to it.

"Wang Qing," called Ouyang Feifei toward the back of the crowd.

Wang Qing, who had sneaked in, responded and quickly came over to take the piece of calligraphy Luo Ziling had just written from Ouyang Feifei’s hands.

Not letting them have a look, several old men and a profoundly shocked Liu Hongwei stood there with a dumbfounded expression.

"May I inquire about the esteemed name of this gentleman?" The elder who had led the group in was the first one to recover, he gave Luo Ziling a respectful gesture and said, "We have indeed seen people who can write such fine running script, but we have never seen someone as young as you who can write such excellent characters."

"My name is Luo Ziling," seeing that the elder carried himself with dignity, Luo Ziling did not act disrespectfully, "My ancestors are from nearby Lou Village, but I have grown up elsewhere."

The elder looked at Luo Ziling in surprise; he had never heard of this person and thus had no knowledge of Luo Ziling’s reputation.

However, after taking a careful look at Luo Ziling and Ouyang Feifei’s appearance, the shock on his face faded a bit.

He whispered a few instructions to the staff member by his side, who nodded in acknowledgment and immediately began ushering the onlooking tourists out of the room.

While the staff were persuading the tourists to leave, the elder approached Luo Ziling, looked him up and down, then introduced himself, "My name is Li Mingcheng from Yuezhou. I’ve spent many years copying the ’Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion’ by Wang Youjun, but unfortunately, even after all these years, I don’t have your level of skill. Could we perhaps have another chance to look at your writing? What we saw today was truly surprising. By the way, all these gentlemen are grandmasters of the calligraphic community."

Seeing the sincerity in the other’s approach, Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Feifei, a bit troubled.

Ouyang Feifei thought for a moment and then instructed Wang Qing, who was standing quietly to the side, to take out the piece of calligraphy that had already been collected.

Without a word, Wang Qing took out the carefully preserved piece of calligraphy and spread it out on the case again.

Thus, a group of old men, including Liu Hongwei, stood to the side, put on their reading glasses, and started to examine the writing by Luo Ziling carefully.

After a while, the elder named Li Mingcheng straightened up and exclaimed, "I think I understand now. Not every character you write is necessarily better than others, but you have infused your own momentum into the characters. If I’m not mistaken, this piece of writing was done in one go, right?"

Surprised that his own writing style had been discerned by the other party, Luo Ziling was astonished but did not deny it.

"Impressive. For a young person to have such vigor in his work is truly remarkable," Li Mingcheng gave Luo Ziling a thumbs up, "It’s really like the flowing clouds and water, astonishing to behold."

The others, upon examination, agreed with Li Mingcheng’s statement.

If Luo Ziling’s characters were to be taken apart and analyzed, they couldn’t be considered the finest in running script; it could only be said that he had a quite solid foundation.

However, most people emulate the works of predecessors with reverence, and therefore are unable to manifest that confidence within their characters. Luo Ziling’s writing, on the other hand, fully displayed his confidence, written with great vigor, somewhat similar to the style of Hero Mao’s works.

Those who study calligraphy know that many works are valued for their vigor.

If you lack vigor, even if each character is well written, the entire piece will not convey the sense of momentum.

Therefore, these elders steeped in calligraphy were very surprised after seeing Luo Ziling’s work. They felt that when they copied other’s works, they completely lacked such vigor.

They also were not clear that if one could write running script with such style, then surely the foundational skills in regular script must also be extraordinary.

"Thank you for your praise, Elder," Luo Ziling thanked Li Mingcheng, "I have followed my grandfather since childhood to study calligraphy. Only now I prefer to incorporate my own style into it, treating writing as a pleasure, and enjoy finishing an article in one breath."

"Master Luo, may I make a request?"

"What request?"

"Could you gift this piece of your work to the Orchid Pavilion?"

"No," Ouyang Feifei answered for Luo Ziling, "This work was given to me."

"Sorry, then," Luo Ziling could only express his apologies.

Li Mingcheng looked at Luo Ziling and then at Ouyang Feifei, changing his words: "Could I ask Master Luo to write another piece to be kept here?"

"Ziling, you must leave a piece of your work at the Orchid Pavilion, and also find a way to have your grandfather’s work placed here as well." When she heard this, Ouyang Feifei quickly leaned over to Luo Ziling and whispered a reminder in his ear.

Heeding Ouyang Feifei’s reminder, Luo Ziling paused for a moment before immediately understanding her intentions.

This woman was still scheming to build momentum for the Luo Family, wanting to enhance their reputation on the land of Yuezhou.

If everyone believed that the Luo Family had connections with the upper echelons and endless resources, and that the family had a strong literary tradition, then they would be respected in all aspects. Ouyang Feifei wanted to make the Luo Family extraordinary in every way.

Today, Ouyang Feifei acted unusually, challenging an elder who practiced calligraphy and eventually attracting so many masters from the calligraphy circle; she truly had put in great effort. This woman was indeed no ordinary person; Luo Ziling looked at her with even more admiration.

To marry such a woman would indeed be quite good.

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