Chapter 203： : Buy talent, painting saint and piano fairy!

Du Ruhui definitely wouldn't dare to teach the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng. After all, Du Ruhui lost to the Eighth Prince in the rebuttal competition, and Du Ruhui was not the Eighth Prince's teacher, so he had no right to discipline Li Chengfeng.

In addition, Li Chengfeng's status as the eighth prince was higher than that of Du Ruhui, so Du Ruhui had no right to interfere with what Li Chengfeng did.

Du Ruhui curiously came behind Li Chengfeng, snatched Cheng Jun's place, then stretched his neck and poked his head out, wanting to see what Li Chengfeng was writing.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Du Ruhui was startled when he saw it.

It turns out that the Eighth Prince is composing poems? And the font is vigorous and powerful, like Mount Tai, and as solid as a horned dragon?

Did Du Ruhui see it? I read brokenly in my mouth: ""Spring Hope"The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the flowers splashing tears, and the birds are frightened. Invincible hairpin."

"Ding, surprise from Du Ruhui, naughty value +111!"

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this eighth prince? A song of Spring Hope? He actually wrote the frontier soldiers' farewell to their families in order to protect the country, and their longing for their families! This, this, eight The prince is only six years old? How could he write such a poem?"

"It's incredible, it's incredible!"

"The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold?"

"Oh my God! This poem, the old man's eyes are full of tears, old tears!"

Du Ruhui was thinking about it behind Li Chengfeng, and from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but shed a line of turbid old tears.

He was moved, he was so moved by Li Chengfeng's "Spring Hope", he couldn't help the tip of his nose sore, and left two lines of tears.

Like the poet Du Fu who was born in the troubled times of the Tang Dynasty, every poem he wrote can hit everyone's heart directly.

Especially people in the ancient Tang Dynasty, when they read Du Fu's poems, they almost shed tears.

Du Ruhui is like this.

"Xiao Wu, put it away!"

"Alright, Eighth Prince!"

After finishing a piece of "Spring Hope", Li Chengfeng started to create the next poem with a brush and ink.

"The next "Quatrain"!"

"Two orioles sing in green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the blue sky.

The window contains the snow for thousands of years in Xiling, and the gate is anchored by a boat thousands of miles away in Dongwu. "

"Finish, next song! "Early Release Baidi City""

"Among the colorful clouds of Emperor Baidi's resignation, a thousand-mile Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. "

…

Li Chengfeng kept writing, and in less than an hour, he finished ten poems by Li Bai and Du Fu.

Li Chengfeng was secretly laughing.

It's hard to travel through time once, and I'm sorry for myself if I don't become a Wenchaogong once.

"Well, the poems are there, and then, let's make some paintings!"

"System, come out!"

"Ding, do you have any orders for the host?"

"System, buy me talent piano, chess, books, piano and painting within paintings, these two art talents!"

"Good host, talented piano master, selling price: 10,000 naughty points! Talent: painting fairy, selling price: 10,000 naughty points!"

"Fuck, these two talents cost 20,000 naughty points?"

Li Chengfeng was stunned, this is too expensive, right? The most expensive talent I bought by myself before was only 5000 naughty points? These two, 10,000 each, add up to 20,000 naughty points.

However, the system responded: "Reporting to the host, the talents you bought before are restricted-level talents, but Qin Sheng and Hua Xian have unlimited other talents! That is to say, after these two talents are given to the host, the host You can benefit from it for a lifetime, and start your own creation!"

"What is a restricted grade? What is an unrestricted grade?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"Reporting to the host, the restricted level means that if you buy Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, you can only know his calligraphy! But after you buy the painting fairy and the calligraphy saint, you can draw any transformation you want, and play it. Any song you want to play!"

"Hmm... this one sounds good! I bought it, bought it!"

"Good host!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for spending 20,000 naughty points to purchase talents: Qin Sheng, Painting Immortal!"

The sound of the system is finished.

Li Chengfeng only felt that two cool breaths poured in from his heavenly spirit cover.

Afterwards, in Li Chengfeng's mind, two talents of Qin Sheng and Immortal Painting suddenly appeared.

"Hahaha, with these two talents, I, Li Chengfeng, can be said to be a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am proficient in everything!"

Li Chengfeng laughed happily.

…

Seeing that Li Chengfeng finally stopped writing, Du Ruhui behind Li Chengfeng couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

On the side, Cheng Jun, Cheng Yaojin's son, said, "Teacher, why are you crying?"

Du Ruhui smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "Teacher, this is the creation of the Eighth Prince, and I am so moved!"

"Sigh, I never imagined that the Eighth Prince would be able to create such a poem with such a profound artistic conception at such a young age? I am ashamed of myself! If it is not for the age restriction, I would like to worship the Eighth Prince as a teacher!"

"Ah? Teacher Du Ruhui, the Eighth Prince, are you really that powerful?"

"Not only is it powerful? It is not too much to say that it is a heavenly man!"

Du Ruhui took a deep breath and lamented Li Chengfeng's powerful poetry writing ability.

…

Afterwards, Li Chengfeng finally stopped writing, and after purchasing two talents, he couldn't stop laughing.

Li Lizhi asked curiously: "Brother Feng'er, what are you laughing at? Are you still writing? UU Reading probably won't be able to sell these poems for a sky-high price of 20,000 gold, right?"

"Well, I know, so I have already planned! Write poems first, then paint!"

"What? Brother Feng'er, you can still paint?"

Li Lizhi covered her mouth in surprise.

Li Chengfeng smiled, and said: "Of course! I've said it all, I, Li Chengfeng, am proficient in everything!"

"Well, Lao Du, do you have a bigger rice paper, I'm going to paint!"

Li Chengfeng turned his head to look at Du Ruhui. Du Ruhui was perplexed for a while, then he regained his composure and said, "Yes, yes, Eighth Prince, please wait, this old minister will bring you the best rice paper for painting!"

When Li Chengfeng called Du Ruhui old Du, Du Ruhui was still blindfolded.

Afterwards, I became happy in my heart.

Only Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling were the same generation as him who called him Old Du. Who would have thought that the Eighth Prince, who is also a big kid, would call himself Old Du?

Smiling, Du Ruhui took out the best rice paper in Wenxuan Pavilion. He didn't even take the class anymore, now he seems to know what kind of painting the Eighth Prince can draw!

Du Ruhui brought a total of five rolls of rice paper over, and said, "Eighth prince, take a look, are these five rolls of rice paper enough?"

"Well... that's enough. It shouldn't be a problem to collect 20,000 gold, maybe there are more! The quality of the paintings is high-quality goods, not large quantities. Five paintings should be enough!"