No one expected that Gao Qi would admit defeat so easily, faster than Yang Ji.

But no one said that Gao Qi was incompetent, and Gain's poem "Guanjiamai" was too shocking, and they knew whether they could make such a poem.

And they are literary fights, better than the poetry of nature who.

At present, Zhu Jun's poetry is far better than "Fishing Words", how can Gao Qi be embarrassed to lose his face in front of everyone?

Besides, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still watching.

If it spreads out in the future, won't he Gao Qi be laughed at by everyone?

Zhu Jun nodded, even if these people are a bit disciplined, if they open their eyes and talk nonsense, he doesn't mind letting them know what brutality is!

"Next!"

When Zhu Jun shouted these words, the dog legs behind him cheered again.

"Sixth brother, you are too powerful!" Zhu Zinc looked at Zhu Jun, his eyes were shining.

Zhu Bo and Zhu Stirrup are similar, they know that their sixth brother is very good at business and war, but they didn't expect Wencai to be so powerful.

That Yang Ji and Gao Qi are all famous literati all over the world, and they were impressed by the sixth brother in an instant.

Let's see who will dare to say that their sixth brother is a madman who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it in the future!

For a while, they couldn't help but be proud, feeling lucky to have such a brother.

Above the Fengtian Temple, the king's dogs were numb.

This madman is really good, one song is more powerful than the other, you said that you are so literate, how could you make such a big fuss?

In Wang Gou'er's opinion, Zhu Jun's guy was definitely deliberate.

He looked at the emperor on the dragon chair, and saw that his mouth was grinning behind his ears, and he also sighed in his heart.

"This one is good, when the time comes, copy it down, and show it to those things that don't grow, what are you doing with the court's money?

Or our sixth child is sensible, merciful to the people, and does practical things for the people! ”

Zhu Yuanzhang is really happy, this song "Watching the Mai" really speaks to his heart.

Old Zhu, who was born in a poor peasant, understands the suffering of the people best, and Zhu Jun said that he is sympathetic to the people and has always practiced it, and he is happy that Zhu Jun has this kind of awareness!

And at this time, it is not only in Fengtian Palace, but also in Kunning Palace.

Queen Ma was also anxiously waiting.

At this moment, a eunuch hurriedly ran into Kunning Palace, "Queen Mother, win, His Royal Highness King Wu has won again!" ”

When the words fell, Queen Ma was overjoyed, "Say it quickly, what kind of poems did my son make!" ”

Queen Mu and the others, as well as a group of unmarried princesses, all listened with their ears pricked up.

"King Wu made "Guanjiamai", only one poem, and let the world-famous Gao Qi take the initiative to admit defeat!" The eunuch's interpretation of the painting and color, listening to Queen Ma's eyebrows and smiles.

Especially when I heard the content of this poem, I was full of praise.

Chang Shi couldn't help but say: "The sixth brother has always loved the people, and when I saw it today, it was really as he said, the unity of knowledge and action." ”

Queen Ma smiled and said, "It's all Li Yanxi who taught it well." ”

Mu Guifei said: "No matter how well Mr. teaches him, it also requires King Wu himself to be smart, in my sister's opinion, His Royal Highness has inherited my sister's Hui Zhi Lan Xin!" ”

Although she knew that Mu Guifei was touting herself, Queen Ma couldn't help but be happy, for her, the success of the child was more important than anything else.

After taking "Guanjiamai", Queen Ma hurriedly urged: "Investigate again, come and report as soon as there is news!" ”

Not only in the palace, but also about Zhu Jun's fight with a group of famous literati for a long time, it also quickly spread out of the palace.

When Zhu Jun's new work came out, the people in the palace spread it out as quickly as possible.

And Zhu Jun doesn't know how much attention this literary fight will arouse.

At this time, Xu Ben stepped forward, "Xu Ben, a grass man, is good at painting landscapes, but the time is pressing, and the large landscape is too time-consuming. ”

Xu Ben looked at Zhu Jun with a lot of respect in his eyes, no matter how Zhu Jun was, being able to make a poem like "Guanjiamai" was enough to see how profound his literary background was.

Although he didn't think that Zhu Jun's painting could beat him, since the other party was so confident, it meant that the other party must have dabbled in calligraphy and painting.

Landscapes are difficult to draw, and the figures, although simple, are even more difficult to draw.

The simpler the thing, the more it tests the basic skills.

Those present who knew how to draw couldn't help nodding their heads and secretly praised Xu Ben for being smart.

Zhu Jun smiled, painting characters is good, sketching is his own ability, although he is also very strong in Chinese painting, but to be honest, in the face of a painter like Xu Ben, he is still a little unconfident.

Painting depends on talent, and in the eyes of insiders, the standard of good painting is different.

It's as if you copied a picture of the Qingming River, but the image you copied is useless.

Teacher Daqian paints shrimp, can it be the same as you paint shrimp?

"Okay, then let's draw, in order to save time, let's choose one person to come out, according to the drawing, who draws the most like, the fastest, even if you win, how about it?" Zhu Jun said.

"Yes!" Xu Ben nodded, looking at the expensive pigments on the table, and his index finger moved, these pigments are all gold and stone refining are very expensive, he is reluctant to use such expensive pigments when he paints, but today he can enjoy it.

And Zhu Jun was even simpler, and said to Xun Busan behind him: "You brought the pencil, right?" ”

"Yes, the slave has brought it!" Xun Busan knew Zhu Jun's ability to draw, and Zhu Jun sometimes assigned tasks, so he was afraid that he would not be able to remember, so he would carry a special pencil with him, which was not only convenient, but also could be wiped.

Taking the pencil handed by Xun Busan, Zhu Jun nailed the white paper to it with a wooden board.

Everyone looked at Zhu Jun's operation and was extremely puzzled.

Especially Xu Ben.

But he didn't say anything, just looked at Song Lian and said, "Brother Jing Lian, can I bother you?" ”

Song Lian naturally wouldn't refuse, and walked into the crowd, "Paint!" ”

Zhu Jun didn't talk nonsense, sat down and picked up the pencil and traced.

It's different from making poems, which others can't see clearly, but painting is different, and they can see everything clearly.

I saw Zhu Jun sketch a human figure with a few strokes.

Take a closer look, isn't it Song Lian?

Everyone was stunned.

"What kind of painting is this? It's unheard of! ”

"That's charcoal, right? Isn't it child's play to paint with this? ”

There was a lot of talking.

And Xu Ben is still mixing pigments at this time.

When he prepared the paint, on Zhu Jun's drawing board, Song Lian jumped on the paper!

All of them are full of incredibleness.

"Hurry, that's too fast!"

"What kind of drawing is this?"

"It's like a new way of drawing!"

Everyone was blindsided, and the people present were all full of the Four Books and Five Classics, and they were also proficient in poetry and songs, and they were also frightened by Zhu Jun's painting method.

It's quick, easy, and most importantly, the characters in the painting are like replicas.

This is beyond their knowledge!