Zhao Heng urged: "Don't say more, you hurry up and draw a picture of Shen San's appearance, and let the king of this county see if Shen San's girl really looks like my mother?" ”

Lu Wanzhi said: "Polishing ink first." ”

Zhao Heng looked at the inkstone and ink stone on the side and said, "Grinding ink? The king of this county will not. ”

Lu Wanzhi didn't think that the little county king could polish the ink for her, so she instructed Yulan to grind the ink.

Lu Wanzhi sketched the portrait of the three girls of the Shen family on rice paper, and in less than an hour, the beauty of the three girls of the Shen family jumped on the paper.

Zhao Heng glanced at it and said, "Cut, she still looks five points similar to my mother?" It's the biggest insult to my mother. It's still that your painting skills are not good and you haven't drawn her face, after all, your painting skills are farther than the king of this county. ”

Lu Wanzhi glanced at Zhao Heng lightly, "In that case, why don't you draw a portrait of Princess Chu, let me open my eyes to see how good your painting skills are." ”

Zhao Heng said: "You go outside first, the king of this county doesn't want anyone to disturb him when he paints." ”

When Lu Wanzhi heard this, she went outside and looked at the beautiful spring scenery outside.

The spring light in March is pleasant, she leans on the eaves of the porch to enjoy the peach blossoms that are blooming, and looks sideways at the portrait of Zhao Heng inside, quite a sense of amazing talent.

But Lu Wanzhi knows that this Zhao Heng has nothing to do with the talent at all.

In less than two quarters of an hour, Zhao Heng took out the painting and said to Lu Wanzhi: "The king of this county thinks it is too difficult to paint my mother, so he will draw you first, and this portrait will be given to you." ”

With that, Zhao Heng stuffed the portrait into Lu Wanzhi's arms, turned around and trotted away.

Lu Wanzhi opened the portrait, and saw the black portrait inside that was not like a human or a ghost, and took a deep breath.

How could she expect Zhao Heng to have his good painting skills?

Lu Wanzhi was slightly stunned when she saw a line of small characters on the side, "Yulan, is there anyone else in the study just now besides Zhao Heng?" ”

"No, only the little county king."

Lu Wanzhi glanced at the small words on the side, although it was written with the nine characters of Lu Wanzhi, the first villain in Dasheng.

But these nine words like Canglong soaring are not something that ordinary people can write, let alone Zhao Heng.

Lu Wanzhi only felt that she should be an illusion, and it was only compared with this unsightly painting that these words looked better.

……

The next day, as soon as Lu Wanzhi arrived at the door, he saw Zhao Heng, who was blue and black, with messy hair on his head, half-asleep.

When Lu Wanzhi saw this scene, she was also pleased, "What about Gu Qingchi?" ”

Zhao Heng yawned and said, "How do I know?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Gu Qingchi rushed over, and when he saw Zhao Heng with long hair like a chicken nest, he smiled: "It's also a shame that you are good-looking, and those who don't know think that you were kicked out of the house by the prince and reduced to beggars." ”

Zhao Heng snorted lightly, "If I am really kicked out of the house by my father, I will go to the Gu family and change my surname to Gu, and I will not become a beggar." ”

"Chang Sheng won't comb your hair?"

Zhao Heng glanced at Lu Wanzhi and said, "Chang Sheng combs his hair slowly, if it's late, he will be tortured by the first villain of Dasheng again." ”

Lu Wanzhi took out a comb from her arms, handed it to Zhao Heng and said, "You comb your hair while walking, don't delay the hour." ”

At three o'clock, the three of them arrived at the academy.

Lu Wanzhi gave a lecture for an hour, and Zhao Heng dozed off for an hour.

Lu Wanzhi was still in charge of Zhao Heng in the front, and he couldn't wake him up no matter how he knocked on the table in the back.

Lu Wanzhi took a sip of tea and said: "You rest for two quarters of an hour first, and in the next class, write an essay on the topic of Jing Ke, and hand it in before noon, and if you can't finish it, you don't need lunch." ”

"Yes."

As soon as Lu Wanzhi's words fell, Zhao Heng rubbed his eyes and asked Jiang Li beside him, "Have you had lunch?" ”

Jiang Li looked at Zhao Heng with disgust, "It's only three o'clock, Sister Lu asked us to write a fu before noon, if we can't write it, we can't have lunch." ”

Zhao Heng got up and said to Lu Wanzhi: "If you want to starve to death, let's say it directly!" ”

Lu Wanzhi said slowly: "It's not starving you, it's starving you." Aside from you, I'm sure the remaining thirteen students in the Tianzi class will be able to finish writing by noon, right? ”

Zhao Heng walked up to Gu Qingchi and Meng Ao and said, "The two of them can't finish writing!" ”

Meng Ao nodded and said, "I'm going to finish writing the fu before noon, isn't it too rushed?" ”

Gu Qingchi said: "We really can't finish writing this. ”

Lu Wanzhi asked Shen Luozhi on the side again: "Shen Luozhi, do you think it may be finished?" ”

Shen Luozhi only replied with one word: "Yes." ”

Zhao Heng glanced back at Shen Luozhi, "He has the ability to finish writing, but the king of this county can't write it." ”

Lu Wanzhi sighed and said: "I don't expect you to write very well, I just let you practice your pen skills, just do your best." ”

An hour later, Shen Luozhi handed in the Jing Kefu he had written.

Lu Wanzhi carefully read the Jing Kefu written by Shen Luozhi, raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Luozhi beside her, she didn't expect Shen Luozhi to be so talented.

Lu Wanzhi smiled at Shen Luoyi and said, "It's a talent to let you come to the Tianzi class, with Shen Shizi's talent, you will definitely go to high school in time." ”

Shen Luozhi saw Lu Wanzhi's smile, just as a spring breeze came out by the lake, which made his heart ripple slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Jiyan." ”

Lu Wanzhi asked Shen Luozhi to kneel down in front of his desk, and pointed out a few mistakes and omissions on the paper to Shen Luozhi.

Shen Luozhi changed a few words according to what Lu Wanzhi said, only to feel that the writing became more and more brilliant, it can be seen that Lu Wanzhi dared to be their master, and his talent was not false, Shen Luozhi looked at Lu Wanzhi's side face, and gradually became a little swaying.

"Sister Lu, I've written it too." Jiang Li took the fuwen and walked to Lu Wanzhi.

Shen Luozhi came back to his senses at this time, and Lu Wanzhi saw the text written by Jiang Li, and praised him: "Jiang Li, your writing is getting better and better, and your writing is excellent." ”

At noon, except for Zhao Heng, Gu Qingchi and Meng Ao in the Tianzi class, the rest of the students handed in Jing Kefu, although there was no article like Shen Luozhi that made Lu Wanzhi amazing, but most of them were not bad.

Lu Wanzhi saw that the hour was not early, so he said: "If the three of you really can't write it, copy the Fu written by Shen Luozhi and go to lunch." ”

Lu Wanzhi put the Fu written by Shen Luozhi in front of Zhao Heng, "He is only two years older than you, but his writing is very different, Shen Luozhi is not only extraordinary, but his writing is also quite the style of the right army." ”

Zhao Heng was unconvinced and said: "It's just that you praise him for his literary talent, and you can also praise the words of this dog?" ”

Lu Wanzhi frowned slightly, "Little Junwang, although Shen Luozhi's character is not as good as calligraphy, this character is considered to be the top among the literati." ”

Zhao Heng picked up a pen and copied a sentence on the white paper, and put the white paper in front of Lu Wanzhi, "The king of this county gives you long eyes, what is a good-looking word!" As long as you are still a gentleman, you can boast of such an ugly word. ”

Lu Wanzhi took the paper, thinking that Zhao Heng was still as self-righteous as he praised his paintings yesterday, but when he took a closer look at the words on the paper, he was full of ink and ink, vigorous and powerful, and he was like a shocking dragon.

A few words are not inferior to a few calligraphers in the world today.

"You write such a good hand, and you have the ability to remember, why don't you read well?"

Lu Wanzhi looked at Zhao Heng, and there were only four words in his mind.

Zhao Heng is a piece of rotten wood, and it can't be carved.

But he is not a rotten wood, but a piece of beautiful jade buried in the silt, which can shine, but he just sinks into the silt.