"What is there to compare our writings with?" At this time, Hua Chen automatically entered the ranks of scholars.

"Poetry is right!" The little uncle raised his eyebrows, quite a bit of a mentality of watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things.

"Then since this is the case, everyone here should compete."

"I'm a martial arts student, why do I want to compete?" The little uncle straightened his waist unconvinced, and the purple robe made his face more and more like a crown of jade, and he looked like a weak scholar when he changed into a strong suit.

"Don't you take the liberal arts exam? And Brother Chu also said, isn't it necessary to read the art of war when you become a general? Hua Chen moved out and flew over, proudly objecting to the little uncle and raising his eyebrows.

"You ......," the little uncle was angry, "Compare and compare, whoever is afraid of whom, everyone here must compare." ”

Hua Jin supported his forehead, and the two of them dragged everyone into the water with a few words.

"Someone! Put pen and ink paper inkstone! The little uncle, the new master of the Yan Mansion, immediately showed his bearing and majesty, "Everyone must have it." ”

In this way, after a while, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone have really been placed in front of everyone, which is better than not!

However, Hua Jin does not have to be as cautious as in Su Wangfu.

"Than what?" The little uncle is like being beaten with chicken blood.

"I'm afraid that only Brother Song can write an article, so how about making a poem for each person?" Without waiting for an answer, the elder brother nodded and continued: "I think it's good to be able to show both calligraphy and literary talent!" ”

Hua Jin pulled his lips secretly, brother, does this mean to ask everyone's opinion?

But looking at his confident, confident and somewhat cunning appearance, is he trying to cheat?

Thinking of this, Hua Jin's emotions suddenly became complicated.

When she first came here, she had always suspected that her brother had crossed over like her, and all kinds of signs pointed to her suspicions.

But she never really wanted to find out about it.

Because Hua Jin feels that the relationship between him and his brother is sincere, it is enough, as for which space they come from, it is not the most important thing.

But right now, this opportunity for verification actually came like this, without warning.

After she came to this era, she read a lot of historical classics, whether it was the history of dynasties or culture.

The purpose is to understand what kind of development trajectory this era has, and how it differs from the history I know in modern society.

It's also good that you don't show your feet here, and you can live more easily.

After flipping through these books, Hua Jin found that the Chu Dynasty she lived in now did not appear in the history she once knew, and the historical celebrities she was familiar with did not appear in this world.

So will my brother make a poem, those famous poets she was familiar with in her previous life, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi?

So what should she do?

If the relationship with his brother is broken, then can these two souls, who are not biological brothers and sisters, still be as close as they are now?

"Grinding." The little uncle instructed the servants around him, and he agreed to his brother's proposal very neatly.

At this time, no one raised objections, and silence is recognition.

"Bai Tao, you can help me grind ink." Hua Jin took it in and made a decision, she looked at the empty white paper in front of her and commanded softly.

Since this opportunity came naturally, it was better for her to test it herself than to wait for her brother to show his flaws, she has never been one to sit idly by.

And for her brother's better life here, so that she won't be seen as flawed in the future, she should do the same.

After thinking for a moment, Hua Jin finally picked up the pen......

After she finished writing, she saw that the little uncle sitting opposite was scratching his ears and cheeks, and the tip of his nose had been rubbed with ink stains at some point.

It seems that when I wrote poetry, I was not as bold and happy as when I was fighting!

And Song Junming, who was beside his little uncle, was writing with his eyes on the paper in front of him.

His eyes were bright and his expression was soothing, and his whole person was completely immersed and intoxicated by what he was writing, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.

Such Song Junming is confident and charming.

Feeling that a gaze fell on his body, Hua Jin's eyes moved slightly, and he saw Fei and his brother on the other side of the little uncle, and they had already put down their pens.

Fei's expression really makes it impossible to tell if he is satisfied with his poems.

And my brother is different, with a smile on his face...... A little too smug, right?

Hua Chen looked at the poems he had written in front of him, and he couldn't hide a smug smile on his face, as if he was walking and suddenly picked up a money bag.

Letting him compose poetry is not helpful in giving him a huge thick golden finger.

You must know that the era in which he once lived was an era in which poets were multiplied in history, and he casually brought out a poem to anger his little uncle!

Even though he is a science and engineering man, he can also recite a few poems from those famous poets.

So, he put pen to paper and silently came out of the song "Wangyue" in front of him, which was shocking enough, hehe......

"It's done." After splashing the ink, the little uncle was very bold and threw the pen into the pen wash in front of him, and the splashed water droplets stained the blank space of the paper in front of him with ink spots, and he didn't care about it.

Quite flawed and unabashed.

And Hua Jin's sister and cousin Ke have also received the pen.

Yan Yuke had changed the paper once in the middle, and he should not be satisfied with his previous works, and it seems that he attaches great importance to this poem.

"Then let's take a look at the girls' poems." The little uncle was the first to stand up and walked to his sister's side, "Let's look at the girl first." ”

It's a bit weird for a little boy to call his sister like this, but who made him older.

The little uncle unfolded his sister's poem in front of everyone, "Yes, yes, the words of the girl are written like on the post." ”

My sister's poems are decent, but the words are neatly written.

My sister once said that in order to calm herself in the Zhao Mansion in the past few years, in addition to embroidery, she was a temporary post.

"Look at the girl again." The little uncle is more like an examiner.

Yan Yuke's poems are better than those of her sister, and it can be seen that she usually reads a lot of books, and her writing is delicate and smart.

"I'll take a look at the ghost girl again." When I went to Huajin, I turned out to be a ghost girl.

"Huh?" The little uncle scratched his head, "Does the ghost girl think the paper is not big enough?" Why do you write so ......" He thought for a long time and finally found the right word, "Thin! ”

Thin? Hearing this, Hua Chen hurriedly paced over, "Why is my sister's handwriting so thin?" ”

As his brother's footsteps approached, Hua Jin became a little nervous.

Today, she deliberately wrote thin gold characters that had not appeared in this era.

The thin gold font is the original font created by Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, Song Huizong, who had lived in the time and space where she lived.

Can my brother make out it?