At this moment, Zhao Hao had millions of ***s passing by, and thousands of words to say, but his face did not move, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

From what everyone had just said, I'm afraid that the real Zhao Hao must have suffered a lot of humiliation two years ago. The Song people valued literature and suppressed martial arts. This kind of humiliation in literature, even the clans of the royal family could only swallow their anger and dare not fight back. If they were violent, it would be a humiliation of their etiquette and become a joke.

Although most people in the venue did not interfere with Zhao Hao's identity as a royal family, and only a few flattering Zheng's people were constantly promoting the fire, they were still quite famous. Those neutrals also had the attitude of watching the fun and even had a dark mind. After all, it was a long-term topic of conversation that could make Zhao Hao, the only legitimate son of the Zhao family, make a fool of himself in public.

At this time, Zheng Yu also stood up slowly and said slowly: "Two years ago, Brother Zhao threatened to no longer participate in the Peony Flower Fair in Baihuazhuang, but today he came uninvited. It must be because his writing and poetry skills have made great progress and he wants to make a big splash at the flower fair. If Brother Zhao doesn't leave his masterpieces today, he may look down on everyone present."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless people immediately started to make excuses and echoed.

At this time, Xie Yu and Wang Jue, not far away, didn't feel a little changed. Xie Yu felt that Zhao Hao was embarrassed, his aunt's face was not good-looking, and the Xie family also lost their face. However, Wang Jue had already regarded Zhao Hao as a friend, so he was naturally extremely unhappy. Even the young lady in purple next to Wang Jue showed an indignant look on her face. Although she didn't have much affection for Zhao Hao, she couldn't stand Zheng Yu so aggressive.

"Let's go!" Xie Yu suddenly rose up and shouted loudly, turning everyone's eyes on him, "Zhao Xie family, share honor and disgrace. The Xie family is the Zhao family, and the Zhao family is the Xie family. My cousin has just recovered from a serious illness and is in poor health. Why not let me write a lyric for my cousin to gather the number of the four great masters?"

Zheng Yu seemed to have already expected Xie Yu's move and laughed: "No, no, the Zhao family's surname is Zhao, the Xie family's surname is Xie, and Brother Zhao is a child of the royal family. How can Brother Xie interfere in his affairs?"

Thinking about this deeply, it was a bit heartbreaking. After all, the royal family members were concerned about the face of the official family, and Xie Yu was speechless for a while.

At this time, Lu Qing couldn't see it anymore. He just stood up and wanted to say something, but Zheng Yu was already speaking first: "Mr. Lu, don't say much. I just watched Brother Zhao chanting with his eyes closed. He must be confident. How could he miss Brother Zhao's masterpiece?"

Lu Qing: "..."

Although Lu Qing is considered a great scholar in Jiangning, he looks like "How can he bow his head and serve the powerful" on the surface, but in fact he has a little utilitarian heart in his heart. In fact, he does not want to offend any of the four major palaces.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

But Zheng Yu laughed again and said, "Two years ago, Brother Zhao shocked everyone with a quatrain and became famous in Jiangning. My fool still remembers it freshly... A peony is red, and the branches and leaves are green under the flowers. I want to pick it to see my sister-in-law, and I can get a romantic night together."

Hahaha~

The people around couldn't help laughing so hard that they leaned back and forth. The young man in purple even turned his head and spat.

I'll go~ This is obviously a peerless good word... An old driver who can't drive is not a good poet. You can appreciate the wool, only the spring flowers, sorrow and resentment that I don't know what to say. I've got goose bumps when I hear it. It's not like this peerless good word, easy to understand, and charming...

Seeing that Zhao Hao was silent, Zheng Yu became even more unscrupulous and laughed: "Brother Zhao's good handwriting back then was also famous in Jiangning, hahaha..."

It seems that the original owner not only has poor poetry skills, but also has a terrible calligraphy... But he is not good at calligraphy, so he may even make a fool of himself if he really wants to write.

Looking at Zheng Yu's proud and arrogant expression, Zhao Hao felt his teeth itchy and wished he could punch him down and then weigh his face with the sole of his shoe.

At this moment, Zhao Hao was already crazy. He had been holding his words in his heart for a long time... Mom's criticism, and such a bad joke of copying poems was played by time travelers. After all, I had been to elementary school, so I had to force me to play it once!

Finally, a strange smile appeared on Zhao Hao's face and said lightly: "Get a pen!"

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, then a strange expression appeared on his face, mocking, happy, and contempt...

Everyone in the venue also calmed down, and many people showed pity and sympathy. Many people present witnessed the farce two years ago, and now they only feel that the story is about to be repeated.

Xie Yu smiled bitterly and was embarrassed and annoyed, and turned his head silently.

Wang Jue finally understood what was going on, and he felt a little upset: "Take Brother Zhao here today, which makes him embarrassed. How can I sit back and wait?"

Wang Jue slapped the table and wanted to stand up for Zhao Hao, but was pulled by the purple-clad girl beside him: "Brother, don't be impatient. I'm afraid my brother can't help with anything like this, so it's better to just wait and see what happens."

While speaking, someone had already laid out rice paper on a square table in front of the screen and prepared pens and ink.

Amid a group of people who were gloating or sympathetic, Zhao Hao strode forward and walked to the square table.

"Consuming 1,000 merit value, exchange for a primary skill book on brush calligraphy, which will be effective forever."

"A book of primary skill of calligraphy using a brush calligraphy will improve the host's calligraphy ability to the primary level."

Zhao Hao felt that his right hand started from his shoulders, and a warm current slowly flowed down until his fingertips stopped. He felt that his hands had become stronger and more flexible.

He took a deep breath, picked up the brush on the table, and an indescribable feeling emerged in his hands, just like when he loved playing basketball, he bought his own basketball for the first time, eager to try it out.

Immediately afterwards, he naturally immersed the tip of the brush into the ink. At this time, Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and others had already followed.

For some reason, Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly looked at the purple-clad girl beside Wang Jue for no reason... Pretend to slap the enemy in the face. What a pleasure it would be if she was in front of the beauty, especially the beauty was still the goddess of the enemy!

After dipping the brush in the ink for a few seconds, Zhao Hao resolutely lifted it, brushed it down to the rice paper, and smiled faintly: "It is rare that Brother Zheng is so kind to you. It is better to obey your orders than to be respectful, so I have to show my ugly face."

Looking at the direction of the young lady, the brush was already flying and dancing, and it was like flowing water. I quickly wrote two lines of words - the name of the lyrics and the first line of five characters. The person next to me looked at it, and after a moment, he had helped to pronounce the two lines of words.

"He Groom... the fog must be cleared."

As soon as the first sentence came out, the embarrassing expression on Xie Yu's face had eased, but Zheng Yu's face changed slightly, and an ominous feeling surged in his heart.

This first sentence of He Xinlang's name is not a great sentence, but it also crushed many of the poems tonight.

Especially those two lines of cursive script, which are as agile as a dragon, and are magnificent, and are quite as powerful as Wang Youjun. The calligraphy skills alone are probably enough to compete with those of Lu Qing and other great scholars. Even Xie Yu is slightly worse than those of Xie Yu, and Zheng Yu is even worse.

Is this the Zhao family playboy who used ghost-drawing talismans two years ago who wrote nonsense limericks?

Zhao Hao seemed to be quite satisfied with his calligraphy. Although he was a junior, his calligraphy skills were really good. I couldn't believe it was written by him.

Lu Qing and others, who were originally pondering, also stood up one after another, walked to the desk, and stood behind Zhao Hao.

Next, Xie Yu, who was energetic, read out Zhao Hao's words and sentences to spread throughout the hall with an extremely clear and magnetic voice.

Zhao Hao continued to write quickly.

"The peony flowers are like a person who is half drunk, and they can't rise up. The snow is refined into ice and water..."

Another line of handwriting that was flying and flying, with the strength of the paper back. As Xie Yu's voice came out, the audience was in an uproar, and Lu Qing and other great scholars showed incredible expressions on their faces.

"Okay!" Lu Qing blurted out first, which was a heartfelt cheer.

Such a good sentence, with just one sentence, is enough to be comparable to Xie. Wang and others’ masterpieces, which overshadowed Zheng Yu’s poem “Appreciation of Peony”!

In an instant, Zheng Yu's face turned into a pig's liver, her mouth slightly opened, and her face was full of surprise.

His poetry skills are not very good, so he naturally knows that his opponent has crushed himself with this good sentence.

The Zheng and Zhao families are both royal relatives, and have conflicts in business and have been fighting openly and secretly. In addition, they heard that Zhao Hao had humiliated Zheng Feng yesterday and went to his own gambling house to make trouble, which made Zheng Yu think about how to humiliate Zhao Hao from the moment he saw Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

However, what he could not have imagined was that the idiot-like prince was like a god-inducing helper and wanted to humiliate him.

"The peony flowers are like a person who is half drunk, and they can't raise their heads up... It's a quatrain!" The young man in purple recited this poem lightly and exclaimed sincerely.

Wang Jue, who was standing beside him, showed a look of relief on his face, lifted up the wine pot in front of him, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it all in one go: "Good wine, good wine, haha..."

“He Xinlang

The fog in the morning must clear.

The peony flowers are like a person who is half drunk and cannot raise their heads.

Snow is refined into ice and water.

Ten flowers are not blooming three or four. Also, the wind is forbidden to rain.

However, the spring scenery of Dongwu is in full bloom, and the roots are all moved, and the leaves are changed and the leaves are divided into yellow and purple.

The one who is valued is called Yao Wei."

The first chapter has been completed, fresh and graceful, and every sentence is meticulously crafted and finely lyrics, which is no less than any poem tonight. It is even better than Zheng Yu's "Appreciation of Peony". As long as the next chapter does not follow the likable poem route, it is definitely the first three works.

The famous poet Ge Changqing, founder of the Southern Sect of Jindan School, was born in 1194 (76 years later). He is smart and versed in the Nine Classics. He is good at poetry and calligraphy and painting. He is talented and has a lot of works.
Chapter completed!