Wang Xing was not afraid of Zhu Jun, but he was just thinking about whether he would cause trouble for Lan Yu if he came out like this.

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Brother Zhongwen's calligraphy is far better than me!" ”

When Song Ke heard this, he naturally knew that Wang Xing was modest, so he said: "Since Brother Banxuan can trust me, then it will be up to me." ”

Zhu Jun saw that they were rambling, and said, "Can you do it, have you decided?" ”

Zhang Yu thought for a while and stood up in the column, "I write the lyrics!" ”

Liang Shi in the Ten Friends came out of the ranks, "I'll do it!" ”

"Alright, let's get started!" Zhu Jun urged.

Song Ke was unwilling to take advantage of this, "King Wu fought us with his own strength, and we already suffered a loss, this time it is King Wu who takes the lead!" ”

"That's right, King Wu takes the lead!" Zhang Yu and Liang Shi also spoke in unison.

Regardless of whether they win or lose, if the news of the three of them bullying Zhu Jun and one person spreads, even if they win, they will be said to be victorious.

"Are you sure?" Zhu Jun was surprised.

"Sure!" Song Ke and the others nodded heavily.

Zhu Jun smiled, "Okay, then let's solve it quickly!" ”

With that, he walked over to the table, and this time, he spread out a large piece of paper.

Everyone felt that Zhu Jun had become serious.

But when they think of Zhu Jun's scribbled handwriting, many people think it's funny, just that word, even a toddler who is five or six years old and learns to write is more neat than him.

Perhaps, Zhu Jun has a talent for poetry and can paint, but he definitely can't write.

In the eyes of many people, Zhu Jun lost this game.

Song Ke asked him to take the lead, in fact, he wanted him to retreat.

After all, the first few lost too quickly, which really damaged the face of Wuzhong Sijie and Beiguo Shiyou.

"Sixth uncle, them all down!" Zhu Yingying shouted at Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun smiled, "Look! ”

With that, he picked up his pen and quickly began to write on the white paper.

It's just that this time it's different from the previous scribbling and lightness, and both the posture and method of holding the pen are correct.

When everyone saw this, they didn't think so, and writing is not something that can be written with a pen.

Which calligraphy is not trained hard over time, some people write a lifetime of words, but also write neatly.

If you can become a master of calligraphy, you must have gained the true meaning.

There is no shortage of talent or hard work.

But Wei Guan, who was standing in front of Zhu Jun, Yang Ji and the others could see it clearly.

When Zhu Jun finished writing the first line, their faces changed, and then several people glanced at each other.

Wei Guan asked in a low voice, "What kind of font is this?" Why haven't I seen it before? Brother Yang, your calligraphy is good, have you seen this font? ”

Yang Ji shook his head, "I haven't seen it!" ”

A possibility flashed in Xu Ben's heart, "Could this be a new font?" ”

New fonts?

The two of them stopped talking, and if you think about it carefully, it's really possible.

As a result, my heart was shocked to the point of no return.

Poetry and painting, Zhu Jun has shown three powerful talents, ordinary people are beyond the ordinary, they are already geniuses, and the three go hand in hand, that is, the genius of geniuses, this kind of literati and ink writers, most of them are coquettish figures in history.

And Zhu Jun now shows a fourth talent, that is, calligraphy!

Even if Zhu Jun started practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, it has only been 20 years so far, how good can he write?

But the word in front of them made the three of them lose their voices, and they stared intently at Zhu Jun's pen.

I saw that Zhu Jun's pen was smart and fast, his handwriting was thin, and he was thin without losing his flesh, swaying freely, and indescribably chic.

This font seems to have its own system and writing.

Even if the three of them are not calligraphers, they know that this is amazing.

From ancient times to the present, literati and ink writers are like carp crossing the river, and how many people have created fonts that are sought after by people all over the world?

How it is, we have to wait for Zhu Jun to finish writing.

Song Ke and the others were also curious in their hearts, and they all wanted to know what was written, but for the sake of face, they didn't come forward.

The atmosphere at the scene fell silent for a while, only Zhu Jun was busy.

After a while, Zhu Jun let out a long breath, pulled the big paper that was full of writing aside, and then pulled out another big piece of paper and wrote.

Everyone was stunned again, haven't finished writing yet?

Even from a distance, everyone could see that the white paper was full of words.

With so many words, could it be that Zhu Jun is writing Fu?

He still really knows how to write?

As long as the poetry is mastered, even ordinary students can make up a poem, but it is difficult to say whether it is good or bad.

It is not ordinary, between poetry and prose, it emphasizes literary brilliance, rhyme, and the nature of both poetry and prose.

At this time, everyone was even more curious about what works Zhu Jun could write.

Not only were they curious, but Zhu Yuanzhang outside the Fengtian Hall was also curious, and there was no movement below for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand it, got up from the dragon chair, and walked down.

Seeing this, Wang Gou'er hurriedly followed.

When he walked up to everyone, without waiting for them to kneel down and salute, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to stop them, "Silence, don't disturb our sixth child's writing!" ”

Everyone nodded their heads one after another, not daring to say anything.

And Zhu Yuanzhang's arrival also put a lot of pressure on everyone present.

Especially the group of people in the Hanlin Academy.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Yu, and then beckoned to Zhu Yingying, Zhu Yingying hurriedly went over and took Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, "Grandpa Huang, why are you here?" ”

Zhu Yuanzhang pretended to be displeased, "Isn't it because of you, the sixth uncle?" ”

Zhu Yingying hurriedly said: "Grandpa Huang, why wait for the end of the Wendou to say okay?" You must not influence the sixth uncle at this time! ”

Seeing that his grandson's face was full of nervousness, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted, "Let's see what he can write, if he doesn't write well, we can't spare him!" ”

Although he said this, his heart was like a cat scratching, and he couldn't help but think, "This bastard thing, knowing that we are coming, doesn't even look at us, there is a little bit of fear there?" ”

He couldn't help but stretch his neck, wanting to see what Zhu Jun had written, but because of the majesty of the emperor, he could only sit there motionless.

Zhu Yu knew his father too well, and knew that he must be worried that Zhu Jun would come down to press him down.

"Father, I believe in the sixth brother, he will definitely not let us down!" Zhu Yu said with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang pursed his lips and did not speak.

And Zhu Jun is also tired and sweating profusely at this time, he hasn't written so many words for a long time, in order to write better, he left the palace as soon as possible, and he also gave twelve points of spirit.

Finally, after a small half-pillar of incense, Zhu Jun let out a long breath and threw the pen aside, "It's over, look at it!" ”

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, everyone's curiosity reached its peak.

Everyone wants to see Zhu Jun's masterpiece!