And at this moment, the naughty value in the system has accumulated to more than 180,000 points.

It's not easy for Li Chengfeng to sell anything.

But naughty value is a good thing, the more the merrier, the more the merrier, maybe, one day it can help Li Chengfeng a lot?

……

Li Chengfeng took out a side of rice paper from the counter on the left, and then spread it out on the table.

On the left, Li Lizhi is polishing ink for Li Chengfeng.

Wu Xu on the right opened his big eyes and looked curiously at what Li Chengfeng was going to do.

I saw Li Chengfeng take out a brush from the drawer, then dipped it in ink, and began to write on rice paper.

"Well, what psalm is better to write first?"

"By the way, let's have a song, Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine"!"

After muttering to himself, Li Chengfeng picked up the pen and began to write on rice paper.

He has an art: Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

The so-called Yan tendon willow body, Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, in later generations, can be described as the first level of calligraphy.

If it weren't for Wang Xizhi's early birth, Li Chengfeng would simply buy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy from the system to use it.

It's a pity that in this world, there is already Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, even if Li Chengfeng's calligraphy can be written exactly the same as Wang Xiyi's, it is also imitation, and a new font genre cannot be created.

Therefore, at this moment, Li Chengfeng plans to borrow Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy as a way to make money for himself.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan Zhenqing! Who let you play raw! Your face and body, just borrow it from me first! I want to create a style handwriting first, and I hope that in the future, you can also create other schools of calligraphy! Hahaha! ”

After laughing, Li Chengfeng picked up the pen and began to write Li Bai's poem "Will Toast"!

"Li Bai, Li Bai, I'm sorry! Who made you born late, your poems, I used them, presumably with your talent, you will definitely be able to create in the future, no less than the poems of "Will Enter the Wine"! ”

"Hahaha!"

After speaking, Li Chengfeng began to laugh again.

And Li Lizhen, Wu Xu and others looked at Li Chengfeng with unclear faces.

They were very curious, didn't they just write a book of calligraphy? Why did the Eighth Prince laugh so happily?

"Will Enter the Wine"!

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return......"

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"

……

"Oh my God, Brother Feng'er, your calligraphy? Your fonts? ”

"Eighth Prince, you, your font, it's so good-looking, it's even better than what my father wrote!"

When Li Lizhi and Wu Xu visited Li Chengfeng's "Will Enter the Wine", the two were instantly stunned.

Both of them were stunned by Li Chengfeng's calligraphy font.

Li Chengfeng's font is full of strength, three points into the wood, like a dragon, jumping on the paper.

It's as steady as Mount Tai.

Just looking at this kind of handwriting is simply a pleasure for a literati scholar.

Wu Xu instantly looked at Li Chengfeng with adoring eyes.

Sometimes, she really envied the talent of the Eighth Prince, and sometimes, Wu Xu also thought about whether she could marry the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng in the future?

Although he is still young, he can wait for the eighth prince to grow up?

Although, she is three years older than the Eighth Prince, it doesn't matter.

In ancient times, girls could marry at the age of twelve, and boys could marry at the age of thirteen.

It's a big deal, just wait until the eighth prince is eighteen years old!

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Xu's face began to blush slightly.

Especially looking at a man's serious appearance, this is the easiest to touch a woman's heart.

Perhaps, Wu Xu is now at the beginning of her love, so she will think about those things in her heart.

And Li Lizhi also admires his younger brother.

But it's a pity that she is his sister, so she definitely can't marry him.

But it doesn't matter, Li Lizhen feels that the husband she will find in the future must not be weaker than her younger brother Li Chengfeng.

In the future, Li Chengfeng will have to go out to check it personally, and with Li Chengfeng's approval and permission, Li Lizhen will marry her future husband.

But in fact, Li Chengfeng's mind has long been a 23-year-old adult.

He has no interest in Wu Xu and Li Liqing, these little kids.

Every night when I go to bed, I occasionally think of the charming face and bewitching figure of the proprietress of the West Chamber Pavilion under Chang'an City.

It's a pity that I'm still too young! That thing doesn't work at all right now......

This is where Li Chengfeng has been depressed!

"Whew, done, first psalm, done!"

"I know, this poem is "Will Enter the Wine", and it is your own creation, Brother Feng'er!"

"Well, of course!"

After Li Lizhi finished speaking, Li Chengfeng's face suddenly showed a look of arrogance.

"That's great, Eighth Prince, you're awesome!"

Wu Xu did not hesitate to praise this Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Wu, help me roll up this volume of rice paper, I'm going to start the creation of the next psalm!" ”

"Okay, Eighth Prince, Xiao Wu will help you roll up!"

After that, Wu Xu stretched out his small and flexible hand, began to carefully roll up the rice paper on Li Chengfeng's table, and then took out a red rope from the drawer and tied it.

"The next poem, Du Fu's "Ascending"!"

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

"Sister, continue to grind the ink, Xiao Wu, continue to put it away!"

"Ding, surprise from Wu Xu, naughty value +80!"

"Ding, the shock from Li Liqing, naughty value +89!"

Wu Xu and Li Lizhen were both stunned by Li Chengfeng's creative level and creative speed.

What kind of creative speed is this?

A poem in two minutes?

Moreover, this kind of psalm is written by a clapping applauder.

Even if Wu Xu and Li Lizhi are not high, they can also understand the artistic conception in the poems.

They thought that Li Chengfeng's creation of a song "Will Enter the Wine" was already very good, but they didn't want to, and they just brought a song "Ascending"?

This is really a poet of the demon level, right?

"Xiao Wu, don't be stunned, hurry up and put it away!"

"Oh, okay, okay Eighth Prince, Xiao Wu will help you put it away!"

Wu Xu hurriedly rolled up the poems on the table, and then watched Li Chengfeng continue to create.

Li Lizhen is still grinding ink on the side, but her eyes are always glued to the rice paper on Li Chengfeng's desktop, to see what kind of poems Li Chengfeng will create next?

This phenomenon couldn't help but arouse Du Ruhui's attention and curiosity.