Chapter 53

Li Shimin glared at Cheng Yaojin.

"Don't make noise! Don't disturb brother Zhang Feng!"

Wen Yan.

Cheng Yaojin shrinks his neck and stops talking.

But this word, he made up his mind, must get it!

The artistic conception in this picture, although he has little talent and learning, can also feel the artistic conception of gold and iron!

This is something that a military general can sum up in a lifetime!

Such an artistic conception!

If he is a descendant, he will certainly let the Cheng family remember him and the achievements of their ancestors!

At this time, Cheng Yaojin can only forcibly suppress the excitement in his heart. He looks at the words quietly and feels excited.

And Zhang Feng is still writing, did not pay attention to everyone's differences.

As words fall.

Finally, Zhang Feng took out his big seal and slapped it on the name!

"Promise! This is good! Then I'll continue to write. As for who wants that, you can discuss it yourself!"

While talking, Zhang Feng continued to write something.

And now.

People's eyes fell on Zhang Feng again.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng's eyes closed slightly, thought quietly in his mind, then suddenly opened his eyes, and then waved his brush full of ink on a new white paper.

Sick from book bosom.

The sickly bones are separated, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away from the river.

If you are humble and dare not forget to worry about your country, you still have to close the coffin.

The gods of heaven and earth support the temple society, and the fathers and elders in Beijing look forward to heluan.

After graduation, one watch can connect the present and the past, and turn on the lamp in the middle of the night to have a closer look.

As the first line falls.

Everyone was in an uproar.

This time, Zhang Feng did not write cursive, but used official script.

It's not that he doesn't want to, and because the artistic conception of this poem must be in block letters. Lu You is one of his most respected poets. Therefore, this poem is so solemn!

The regular characters, one stroke at a time, made Zhang Feng's font more elegant.

Every stroke is like an iron hook and silver painting.

"God!"

Li Shimin was shocked.

He is also a person who loves calligraphy, but seeing Zhang Feng's words at this time, although it is not as heroic as cursive calligraphy, it changes Zhang Feng's whole temperament at this time!

A trace of elegance.

A trace of unfathomable.

And what is the artistic conception in this poem?

At this time, Wei Zheng's eyes flickered.

If Zhang Feng hadn't been writing at this time, he would really have a Confucian ceremony!

This is a poem really created for him!

The artistic conception in the poem can no longer be described by words.

For the first poem before, this poem really matches him!

Zhang Feng really doesn't know these. He just thinks about where to write, and is followed by an old Wei who knows Confucianism and Taoism. He doesn't dare!

As words fall.

final.

Zhang fengdun pen.

Poetry!

Still poetry!

But.

This time, the poem was created by Zhang Feng according to Lu You's masterpiece in his memory!

With the loss of time.

Finally.

Four words are finished.

But the crowd looked at Zhang Feng and became silent.

This is a man?

Or God?

Is it still human to finish such a masterpiece so quickly and in such a one-off manner?

God!

This is God!

God gave me Datang!

"Well, that's it now. I believe these words, as handed down works, will become handed down best..."

"Brother Zhang Feng, can you give me Lao Wei this poem from the beginning of illness?"

Wei Zheng interrupted Zhang Feng's words, hurried in front of the crowd, made a big gift, and then continued: "these words, they are all big and coarse, and only I can understand the truth, so I'm willing to bid a hundred Liang!"

Zhang Feng was surprised.

One hundred liang?

My darling!

But at this time, Li Shimin was not happy.

Why do you say it's yours? I think this poem is written by me!

Immediately, Li Shimin waved his big hand and choked with emotion. "Brother! You are my real brother! I thank you for this word, old brother! Don't worry, I have a Baobei here. It should be your word!"

Li Shimin immediately stopped Wei Zheng and wanted to catch the words.

However, at this time, sun Wuji was also anxious.

Look left and right, and finally another word is on the top.

The most proud one was Cheng Yaojin. Seeing the struggle between Li Shimin and Wei Zheng, he blushed and happily held which song in his arms like a treasure, hid in the corner and whispered to his eldest sun Wuji to underestimate it.

Zhang Feng looked at the two red faced people, some speechless.

"Come on, Lao Li! You've gone too far!"

"Isn't there four characters? One for each person, and I've given it to you before? Are you so?"

Li Shimin heard a long face.

But the hand holding the word was still not loose.

"Lao Li! That's your fault! You know how old Wei is. It's not negotiable!"

Li Shimin quit immediately.

The two fought again.

Zhang Feng said speechless, "Lao Li, do you remember what I said before? When we meet again, I'll show you a baby?"

Hearing the speech, everyone looked at Zhang Feng with a 'Shua'.

"Baby!?"

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