A housekeeper from the palace would occasionally come in and ask Zheng Guangzong how he felt, and if there was any inadequate hospitality, he would ask Zheng Gongzi to take care of him.

Zheng Guangzong smiled faintly: "I came to see the prince, and when I disturbed the palace, it was the housekeeper and the prince who should be treated." ”

"Gongzi Zheng, the prince is busy with official business, and he can't receive the prince in time, don't blame the son." The housekeeper is the housekeeper in the end, that is, he refuses, and it is also very beautiful.

"Where, where, how can you meet the monster below?" Zheng Gongzi also knew that he had been tricked, but what could he do, this was Mr. Cheng's idea.

If you want to rescue the Baili Changfeng out of danger, only the king of Mingshan County will come forward, otherwise there is no other way.

Therefore, Zheng Guangzong had to endure it.

After another half hour, there was a loud noise outside.

Zheng Gongzi looked out, about seven or eight people, all covered in long robes, dressed as a gentleman.

The one who walked in the front, strutting with his head held high, had a slightly kingly demeanor.

Could it be that this person is the prince Mulin?

Zheng Gongzi doesn't feel like it, people say that Mu Lin is in his fifties, and this person is about forty at most, and at a glance, there is a strong bookish atmosphere.

The housekeeper stepped forward and said loudly: "Gongzi Zheng, the prince is entangled in official business, in order to worry about the loneliness of the son, he specially found a gentleman and a student to accompany the son in Mingshan Academy.

Next, Zheng Gongzi can freely talk to everyone about poetry, discuss the true meaning of literature, and also show his talents, so that everyone can see it. ”

Emma, is this a tongue-fighting crowd?

Zheng Gongzi sneered, looking at these people in front of him, full of pedantic, presumably there is no real talent to learn: "Steward Mu, then you can only bear the spur." ”

An old man in his sixties walked up to Zheng Guangzong and introduced himself as soon as he opened his mouth: "Old deciduous Ming Decision, Mr. Mingshan Academy,

Mr. Cheng of Yunlong Academy is an old brother, and when he heard that Mr. Cheng said that Zheng Gongzi was only eight years tall and rich in learning, he wanted to ask for advice and ask for advice. ”

"Where, where?" Zheng Guangzong replied humbly, but in his heart, he was secretly determined to completely subdue this group of pedantic people.

"Zheng Gongzi, I heard that you know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I don't know if Zheng Gongzi can make a painting on the spot, let me wait to open my eyes."

A young student, shaking a folding fan and taking square steps, also shook his head.

"But I'm very picky about painting, and I don't know if there is paint, otherwise it's hard to get that kind of charm." Zheng Guangzong smiled coldly.

In his previous life, he had studied art.

In this life, he traveled to Daqian, and through his efforts, Zheng Guangzong's artistic talent was even more revealed.

However, he made it so difficult because he wanted these people to retreat from the difficulties and stop embarrassing him.

Unexpectedly, a young student walked out: "Zheng Gongzi don't worry, the student has already prepared these for you, and I ask Zheng Gongzi to teach you." ”

Emma, it's impossible to excuse yourself?

"In that case, then it will be ugly." Zheng Gongzi secretly said in his heart, if you don't show a little true skill, you really can't convince you.

Just do it, Zheng Gongzi did not hesitate at all.

A piece of white rice paper was laid out, and Zheng Guangzong picked up the paintbrush, and he waved it out again and again.

It's like painting, it's like dancing.

Zheng Guangzong's wrist swing, elegant and tactful, is so beautiful.

The eyes of the crowd widened, they had never thought that watching people paint was also a beautiful enjoyment.

Another half an hour passed, and Zheng Guangzong put his pen to paper.

A picture of flowers and birds in Shangshui was presented in front of everyone.

I saw that the green mountains were faint, the flowing water was long, the flowers were delicate, and the birds perched on the branches, just one word, beautiful.

If the scroll is larger, the person seems to be integrated with the painting, just like the person in the painting.

Ming Juezi gave a thumbs up: "Zheng Gongzi is really good, this painting should become a masterpiece in the world and be admired by the world." ”

"Mr. Ming has an overreputation, and there is a request under him, and he will fulfill Mr. Ming." Zheng Guangzong smiled faintly, and the corners of his mouth skimmed a little sly.

"Zheng Gongzi has something to say, you might as well speak up." Ming Jiezi replied aloud.

"Mr. Ming, you see that there is a blank space in this painting, which was deliberately left to fill in the poems, here are all Mr. students, why not let them each contribute poems,

If there is really a good poem, it doesn't just correspond to the clumsy below, although it doesn't dare to become a perfect match, but it can be regarded as a great beauty in the world. ”

Zheng Guangzong has always been a little cunning, these students are flashy at first glance, and there are not many people who are really talented and learned.

"Wow, since Zheng Gongzi is here to prosper, it's better for everyone to actively participate and see who has the best verses." Ming Jiezi came to be interested, and he also wanted his students to stand out.

A student took a step to the middle, took a square step with his back hand: "Flowers, birds and insects are singing in the mountain stream, the branches are swaying in the wind, and when the title of the gold list is inscribed, dragons and phoenixes fly out of the forest." ”

"Good poetry has lofty ambitions and ambitions, but it is not appropriate to have a title on the gold list here, but it will ruin the simple artistic conception at the moment."

Ming Jiezi praised the students' poems, and did not forget to point out the shortcomings to the students.

Next, several more people wrote poems, good or bad, but they always seemed to lack that kind of artistic conception.

Ming Jiezi sighed and said: "Zheng Gongzi's painting is just a painting, you should take the painting as the foundation, and don't add bells and whistles to it." ”

“……”

Everyone was speechless, since it was a painting, it should be full of bells and whistles.

Ming Jiezi glanced at Zheng Guangzong, and asked with a smile: "Zheng Gongzi, the old man saw you frowning just now, which disappointed you, I don't know if Zheng Guangzong can write a poem?" ”

The strength of Ming Duanzi's words cannot be insignificant.

If Zheng Guangzong refuses, Zheng Guangzong will be in vain.

If you agree, but there are already seven or eight people who have written poems in front of you, and although these poems are not masterpieces of the ages, they are also first-class works, and it is difficult to surpass them.

"Mr. Ming, let's look at it below, forget it, the poems written by the senior brothers are already very good, it is better to choose a good one from them and inscribe it in the painting.

There is a little poem in my heart, but I feel shameless to read it. Zheng Guangzong came to capture the old indulgence, which aroused everyone's interest more and more.

"Zheng Gongzi, even if it is a limerick, or a smooth mouth, as long as it is easy to read, you might as well let everyone see it."

"Yes, I heard that Gongzi has only learned people, and I want to ask for advice."

"Zheng Gongzi, if you don't make it, then let me work on my behalf and write a poem?"

In the hall, it's you who say it, I say it, it's not lively.

Everyone has an idea, maybe Zheng Guangzong has already done a good job of poetry, but after reading the poems made by everyone, he sighs to himself.