Articles by Zhang Nuo

After finishing everything he wanted to do, Zhang Nuo was surprised to find that Li still hadn't arrived.

This was getting a little strange.

When there was nothing going on, he could always catch up with people for breakfast.

But today, when there was actually something important going on and money was being delivered, it was already almost lunchtime, and Li still hadn't shown up.

Thinking about the large sum of money he was about to receive, Zhang Nuo wasn't willing to just sit around in the backyard like usual.

He looked around his living room and noticed that the decor and furniture were a bit shabby.

And there was still the sign that Old Zhang insisted on keeping on the wall, which said "Old Zhang is amazing".

If you didn't know any better, you would think it was written by someone who didn't know how to read.

Now that he had mastered his skills, with a handwriting that was almost as good as Yan Zhenqing's, and with a head full of poems and songs, Zhang Nuo didn't want to keep his talents hidden.

He felt that he was doing a disservice to his identity as a time traveler if he didn't show off a little.

Excited, he called for his little sister, who may not have recognized the characters but was skilled in grinding ink.

Besides, she was the daughter of a top calligrapher in this era and it was important to maintain face.

With his sister helping him grind ink, Zhang Nuo felt a little better.

He closed his eyes, recalled for a moment, adjusted his state of mind, opened his eyes, and the powerful and vigorous three characters of "Inscription of a Crude House" appeared on the paper in his calligraphy.

Actually, the best handwriting for this elegant article should be in the regular script of the Yan style.

However, Zhang Nuo was impatient to write in that style, as he felt that he could not show his skill without using cursive script.

And Zhang Nuo felt that the entire article not only had an ethereal and out-of-the-world quality but also had a faint pretentiousness that could only be fully displayed in a cursive script.

With pen in hand, Zhang Nuo buried his head to write calligraphy for himself to hang on the wall for show-off purposes. He didn't notice that when he wrote down the title, Li Shimin and his party of three had walked in.

Seeing Zhang Nuo seriously writing, Li Shimin smiled and shook his head at Zhang Xiaomei, gesturing not to disturb him.

He then quietly walked with great interest, accompanied by Princess Changle and Hongyu, to stand behind Zhang Nuo and silently watch.

But with just a glance, Li Shimin was shocked.

He knew that Zhang Nuo was literate, but he never thought that Zhang Nuo could write so well.

"The mountain does not need to be high; it is famous with immortals. The water does not need to be deep; it is spiritual with dragons."

After the first two lines were written, Li Shimin and the others instantly changed their expressions.

These two lines were not simple at all. They carried an aura of grandeur from the very beginning, and whether it was mountains, water, immortals, or dragons, it did not seem like something a small tavern owner should possess.

Li Shimin was secretly pondering: Could this be the true face of Xiaozhang the shopkeeper?

"This is a shabby room, but my virtue is fragrant."

Gritting his teeth, Li Shimin's scalp went numb, and he looked at Empress Chang sun with a face full of fear.

This sentence was a bit inflated!

In the simplest terms, it meant that even though he lived in a shabby house, he was still very awesome!

When this sentence came out, Li Shimin's eyes turned green, and his face twitched in pain.

Why? This house was the one he bestowed upon Old Zhang back then!

Although it was not a luxurious mansion, just look at the location, Kaihua Lane. And looking at the decoration, while not very luxurious, it was definitely elegant. Did he want to move into the palace or something?

Zhang Nuo continued to write:

"The moss on the steps is green, and the grass enters the curtain with a touch of green."

This was a description of the surrounding environment. Looking at the various peaceful and elegant decorations around, and the green trees unique to Chang'an City outside the door, as well as the ink treasure hanging on the wall that said "Old Zhang is amazing," Li Shimin silently nodded in agreement.

"Talking and laughing with wise men, without coming across ignorant people."

Upon seeing this, the three of them couldn't help but smile. This flattery was cultured, and it hit the mark!

"Playing the plain zither and reading the golden classics. No unpleasant sounds of music, and no laborious writing."

Li Shimin was even more impressed by this sentence. When he came to Xiaozhang's place, he could eat, drink, and relax to his heart's content.

He could chat about family and neighborhood affairs, and as long as he did not bring up national affairs, Zhang Nuo would never discuss them with him.

For Li Shimin, who had spent years fighting wars and handling government affairs, this was simply a vacation resort!

Li Shimin read fast and thought fast, and Zhang Nuo also wrote quickly:

"The Zhuge cottage in Nanyang, and the Zi Yun Pavilion in Western Sichuan."

Wow, what a boastful statement. Who in the world doesn't know the name of Zhuge Kongming? It was only after Liu Xuan De begged him three times that he agreed to come out of his grass hut, making it an indispensable part of the eternal tales.

As for Yang Ziyun, he was also a renowned scholar of the Han Dynasty who wrote great works such as "Fayan" and "Taixuan," combining the teachings of Confucianism and Taoism.

The owner of this small tavern, Xiao Zhang, has really put his humble establishment alongside the grass hut of Zhuge Kongming and the reading pavilion of Yang Ziyun!

One might say that Xiao Zhang is quite confident, while others might call it arrogance!

Before he could even figure out what to think, Zhang Nuo had already written the final sentence of the text.

"Ziyun said: What is there to be ashamed of being lowly?"

Empress Chang sun stood behind Zhang Nuo, looking at the finished text with a complex expression. While applauding, she sighed softly,

"An extraordinary piece of writing, an immortal masterpiece!"

Even Li Shimin found it difficult to comprehend Zhang Nuo's work. After hearing Empress Chang sun's exclamation, he also had a profound and contemplative response.

"Yes, only eighty-one characters, using metaphor and analogy, with a complex technique that is both natural and flowing. Even after it ends, the lingering melody still echoes in one's mind, leaving a lasting impression."

It wasn't until someone spoke that Zhang Nuo realized that Emperor Li had brought his wife and a beautiful woman with him.

However, having saved countless pictures of beautiful women on his phone and computer in the future, and having met numerous women with delicate makeup in real life, Zhang Nuo remained calm after only taking a glance.

After all, even though the Tang Dynasty had a more liberal atmosphere, making careless remarks or inappropriate jokes could still lead to being executed.

Hongyu was very confident in her appearance, but after seeing Zhang Nuo, she began to doubt herself.

Not only did Zhang Nuo "disdain" her, but even the maid beside Zhang Nuo, who was dressed in plain clothing, seemed to be a rare beauty.

This made Hongyu a little discouraged, but she also felt a rare sense of competitiveness, determined to make Xiao Zhang look at her properly.

However, Zhang Nuo was currently busy writing at Li Shimin's request and had no time to deal with her.