Du Ruhui definitely didn't dare to teach the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng, after all, Du Ruhui once lost to the Eighth Prince in the debate competition, and Du Ruhui was not the teacher of the Eighth Prince, so he had no right to discipline Li Chengfeng.

In addition, the identity of Li Chengfeng's eighth prince is higher than Du Ruhui's, so Du Ruhui has no power to interfere with what Li Chengfeng did.

Du Ruhui came behind Li Chengfeng curiously, snatched Cheng Jun's position, and 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, when you look at it, Du Ruhui was suddenly startled.

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

Du Ruhui looked at it? In his mouth, he read in pieces: "The country of "Spring Wang" is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

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

"Oh my God, what kind of demon is this Eighth Prince? A song of spring hope? actually directly wrote the border soldiers, in order to protect the country, say goodbye to their families, and miss their families! This, this, the eighth prince is only six years old? How could he have written such a psalm? ”

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"The beacon fire has been in the rain for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 dollars?"

"Oh my God! This poem, the old man saw tears in his eyes, and the old tears were all over the place! ”

Du Ruhui thought in pieces behind Li Chengfeng, and in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but shed a line of muddy old tears.

He was moved, he was moved by Li Chengfeng's song "Spring Hope" and hit his heart directly, he couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and directly left two lines of tears.

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

Especially the ancient Tang people, when they saw Du Fu's poems, they simply cried directly.

Like Du Ruhui is like this.

"Xiao Wu, put it away!"

"Okay, Eighth Prince!"

After the production of a poem "Spring Hope" was completed, Li Chengfeng used a brush to stain the ink and began the creation of the next poem.

"The next "quatrain"!"

"Two orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship. ”

"That's it, next one! "Early White Emperor City"

"Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains. ”

……

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

Li Chengfeng was snickering in his heart.

It's hard to cross once, and if you don't copy it once, you're simply sorry for yourself.

"Well, the Psalms are there, and then, let's make some pictures!"

"System, come out!"

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

"System, buy me the piano, chess, books, piano and painting in the talent, these two artistic talents!"

"Good host, gifted Qin Saint, price: 10,000 naughty points! Talent: Painting Immortals, Price: 10,000 Naughty Points! ”

"Damn, these two talents, do you need 20,000 naughty points?"

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

However, the system responded: "Back to the host, the talent you purchased before is a restricted-level talent, but the Qin Saint and the Painting Immortal are all unlimited other talents!" In other words, after these two talents are given to the host, you can benefit the host for a lifetime and start your own creation! ”

"What is a restricted level? What is Unrestricted Level? Li Chengfeng asked.

"Back to the host, the restriction level is that if you buy a Yan Zhenqing calligraphy, you will only be able to use his calligraphy! But once you've purchased the Picture Immortal and the Book Saint, you can draw any avatar you want, and play any song you want! ”

"Hmm...... That sounds pretty good! Bought it, bought it! ”

"Good host!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for spending 20,000 naughty points to buy 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.

Subsequently, in Li Chengfeng's mind, there were suddenly two more Qin Saint talents and painting immortal talents.

"Hahaha, with these two talents, my Li Chengfeng can be said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

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 Jin's son, said, "Teacher, why are you crying?" ”

Du Ruhui smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "Teacher, I was moved by the creation of the Eighth Prince!" ”

"Alas, I can't imagine that the Eighth Prince is so young that he can create such a profound poem? Old, ashamed of yourself! If it weren't for the age limit for the old man, the old man would want to worship the Eighth Prince as a teacher! ”

"Huh? Teacher Du Ruhui, the eighth prince, is it really that powerful? ”

"Isn't it amazing? It's not too much to say that it is a celestial man! ”

Du Ruhui took a deep breath and sighed at Li Chengfeng's strong ability to compose poetry.

……

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

Li Lizhi asked curiously, "Brother Feng'er, what are you laughing at?" Do you still write? I'm afraid these poems can't be sold for a sky-high price of 20,000 gold, right? ”

"Well, I know, so I had a plan for a long time! Write the psalms first, then paint! ”

"What? Brother Feng'er, do you still paint? ”

Li Lizhi covered her mouth in surprise.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Of course!" I said it all, I'm Li Chengfeng, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting! ”

"That, Lao Du, is there any bigger rice paper, I'm going to paint!"

Li Chengfeng looked back at Du Ruhui, Du Ruhui was stunned for a while, and then he came to his senses and said: "Yes, yes, the eighth prince, you are waiting, and the old minister will bring you a good painting rice paper!" ”

When Li Chengfeng opened his mouth to call Du Ruhui and Lao Du, Du Ruhui was still blindfolded.

Then, my heart was also happy.

The only people who call themselves Lao Du are Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, who are the same generation as themselves, but I didn't expect that the Eighth Prince is also a big ghost, and he actually calls himself Lao Du?

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

Du Ruhui took a total of five rolls of rice paper and said, "Eighth prince, look at it, are these five rolls of rice paper enough?" ”

"Hmm...... Enough, there should be no problem with making up 20,000 gold, maybe more! The quality of the paintings, in the boutique, not in the quantity, five paintings should be enough! ”