Lin Yanchen was a little envious to be honest, this five-rank martial king can basically be unscrupulous in the palace!

You must know that the number one master in the palace, Lu Zhenghong, the president of the forbidden army, is only a five-rank martial king.

Although Commander Lu is the pinnacle of the fifth grade, he has been in the bottleneck for nearly ten years, and there is almost no hope of stepping into the Great Grandmaster in this life.

In the face of Huaiyu of the same grade, as long as the other party wants to run, Lu Zhenghong still can't keep it.

Qingfeng Pavilion.

The eldest grandson Yi and Lin Yanchen sat opposite each other on the stone table, looking at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.

After less than a stick of incense, Huaiyu appeared out of thin air like a gust of wind holding the pen, ink and paper inkstone, which made the opponent's speed too fast to be caught by the naked eye.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to do? Do you want to copy the calligraphy and paintings of the elder grandmaster today? ”

Huaiyu asked as she spread out the rice paper.

The elder grandmaster of the eldest grandson is the uncle of the eldest grandson Yi's father, the eldest grandson Shen, and is one of the three great grandmasters of the Ming Dynasty.

Although he has lived in the palace for a long time, he is nearly 100 years old, close to the limit, and he is basically in retreat to understand the opportunity to break through the three grades.

Except for the emperor's moment of crisis, he has never made a move.

In addition to being a great master of martial arts, the eldest grandson Shen is also a master of calligraphy.

And the handwriting contains a very profound grandmaster charm, if you can understand one or two in the copying, you will benefit a lot!

The eldest grandson Yi often copied his handwriting, so that he could step into the realm of the eighth grade without cultivation, and his state of mind was not even inferior to the sixth grade.

Huaiyu thinks so, which is also common sense.

But Changsun Yi shook his head.

"No, this time I want to write Lin Aiqing's "Chivalrous Journey" by myself."

Lin Yanchen was a little flattered, he didn't understand why the emperor suddenly wanted pen and ink just now, it turned out that he wanted to copy poems!

"Lin Aiqing, there is poetry, if you can make the last few sentences before Huaiyu finishes grinding the ink, how about I give you the true work of the imperial master's "Xingjiang Song"?"

The eldest grandson Yi seemed to mention it casually.

Lin Yanchen's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he was shocked in his heart.

He naturally knows that Sun Shen, the rumored generation of calligraphy patriarchs, has no weaker influence on his works than the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi in his previous life, and even because of his martial arts attainments, he still has more!

And the ordinary people see all the copies that have not been half charmed, and the true handwriting of this word is only available to the people of the royal family and those who have made great contributions to the imperial court.

Only the emperor can watch the copying at will, others can only copy the emperor's twice, and so on more and more.

As for the authentic handiwork, it is unheard of!

But what shocked him the most was this "Traveling Song"!

This is the first time that the eldest grandson Shen stepped into the four-grade grand master fifty years ago, and he was full of spirit.

Among them, the artistic conception and charm are really the pinnacle of peerlessness, and God favors it!

Such treasures, a song "Chivalrous Journey" will be sent?

Lin Yanchen's brain was about to faint, and all of this was unreal!

"Your Majesty, are you serious? The minister does not ask for the real work to be given to the minister, but only asks His Majesty to let the minister observe one or two! ”

Eldest Sun Yi sneered, "Lin Aiqing, do you think I will break my word?" Or am I the stingy one? I can afford to give these kinds of things. ”

"Don't dare!"

"Okay, Huaiyu is almost polished, I'm afraid you won't have a chance if you don't write poetry again."

Lin Yanchen glanced at Huaiyu, who was smiling, and didn't dare to delay, so he quickly got up and walked two steps, and began to recite... Poetry!

"Mingkeman Huying...... Hidden merit and fame! ”

Changsun Yi nodded slightly, these are the four sentences made the day before yesterday, and when I hear it again, it is still very amazing.

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and knees forward."

This time, Changsun Yi was stunned for a moment, this sentence is new, but there is no pause, and the level of the poem is not anticlimactic.

Changsun Yi guessed that this sentence should have been thought out by Lin Yanchen in advance.

"Will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou to win."

Huaiyu was amazed when the picture of that day appeared in his mind again this time.

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light."

……

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

Lin Yanchen finished reading the last few sentences in one breath this time, and the words fell, and there was a loud sound.

"Good, good!"

Smack!

Changsun Yi stood up and applauded, but Huaiyu, the little girl, was still restrained as always, and did not show too much excitement.

"Good poetry doesn't lose the style of the previous text, but I still like the first four sentences. Just ......"

The eldest grandson Yi paused and continued, "Why haven't I heard a few words? Where is Xinling, and what is Zhao behind? ”

"Ahem!" Hearing this, Lin Yanchen coughed violently twice to hide his embarrassment.

Damn, just now I was confused by the true handwriting of the eldest grandson Shen, and I memorized the original poem directly!

The local nouns in it, Changsun Yi had never heard of it at all, so he naturally couldn't understand it, which also caused the poems to change their taste.

"Your Majesty, Xinling Pavilion is the place of the minister's dream, this ......"

He was in a hurry, and he flickered... Interpretation.

Eldest Sun Yi nodded suddenly and praised loudly.

"Lin Aiqing is talented! In this way, I can understand, this poem is definitely a treasure in the armor! Half a step away is even the eternal quatrain! Lin Aiqing is really worthy of being the person I fancie! ”

"This all depends on the poetry that His Majesty gave to the minister, otherwise the minister would definitely not be able to make this poem, which still depends on your dragon spirit!"

Lin Yanchen naturally didn't dare to take credit, so he slapped his beard and praised the emperor with a giggle.

After a long time, Lin Yanchen tentatively spoke.

"Your Majesty, you said that the "Diagram of the Generals" was given to the ministers, but it can still be counted?"

"That's natural, Huaiyu, you go and get it for me, give it to Lin Aiqing, and send this pair of words to Yongshou Palace, so that the imperial prince can also take a look at Lin Aiqing's poem."

"Yes!"

Huaiyu responded, carefully rolled the rice paper, held it in his arms, and disappeared in an instant.

Lin Yanchen once again left tears of envy, the acceleration of this Martial King is too terrifying, and he doesn't even need to charge his strength to start directly.

It is equivalent to Lin Yanchen is still burning gasoline, and everyone in Huaiyu is using new energy!

But Lin Yanchen couldn't help but have an unhealthy question in his mind, if Huaiyu's speed was used at that time......

Hiss –

It's terrifying!

"Lin Aiqing, you don't want to publicize this poem, use it in tomorrow's poetry meeting, as long as you don't have a quatrain for the ages, you are expected to reach the top of this poem! Among the judges present, there is a classmate of Zhang Xiang, so if you operate like this, you will win the championship tomorrow eight or nine times out of ten! ”

Eldest Sun Yi leaned closer and said in a low voice.

Lin Yanchen smelled the faint body fragrance on the other party's body again, and had some aftertaste, if this emperor was a woman, he would definitely be even better than Murong Jin, but it was a pity that it was a GAY......

At the same time, he pouted in his heart, who did he look down on?

I have taken out more of this kind of armor that you regard as treasures in one breath than all of you have in history combined!

The eternal quatrain can directly smash you to death!

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's necessary, we scholars pay attention to the unity of knowledge and action, and poetry pays attention to fate and improvisation, so even if you win the championship, the minister disdains to sit in the first place!"

The implication is, who do you look down on? I'm high, I'm amazing, I don't need this kind of backdoor!