Beisitian's calligraphy was brought onto the stage. Zhao Zhongqi was the first to take it up. Upon seeing the beautiful cursive script, his eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.
"Great calligraphy! Great calligraphy! Truly great calligraphy!"
Every time he said "great calligraphy," Sun Guicai's face turned a shade darker. Seeing Zhao Zhongqi's reaction, could it be that Beisitian's writing was even better?
Sun Guicai didn't know much about calligraphy, especially since the two were writing in different styles. Plus, with his fondness for Li Ying, he couldn't tell who was better or worse. To him, Li Ying's work was the best.
Zhao Zhongqi's reaction dampened Sun Guicai's spirits. Watching the literary soldiers hand the calligraphy to Wu Yuekai, he closely observed the reaction of this senior advisor. If even he thought Beisitian's writing was good, then they might really lose.
