"After you compare yourself with me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to write a poem in this life. Are you willing to bear such consequences?" Feng Qingyao said indifferently.

Tao Zijian also felt the anger in Lu Haoqing's heart just now, this is simply looking down on himself, and he doesn't take himself seriously at all, this kind of situation is unbearable for anyone. Not to mention Tao Zijian, who was already arrogant and a little lonely.

The smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he turned into a cold face, and looked at Feng Qingyao coldly and said, "Naturally, it is to be compared, and I will never regret what I say." 」

Feng Qingyao smiled faintly and said, "After today, there will be no need to hold the Liuyu Poetry Meeting again. 」

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to say anything, he got up and came to King Jidong, took out a sheet of music from his bosom and said, "How about asking the prince to play a song for me?"

After handing over the score to the somewhat stunned King Jidong, he turned his head to look at Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing and said, "Please two of you sharpen the ink for me. 」

Without waiting for King Jidong to say anything to Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing, Feng Qingyao shouted loudly: "Bring the pen!

Feng Qingyao asked King Jidong to play music for himself, and Taifu and Taibao's words of grinding ink for themselves stunned everyone. Which of these three people is not a character who will tremble when he stomps his feet, Feng Qingyao actually let these three polish himself, he really doesn't know the height of the sky.

Even the Holy One wouldn't let these three do that, would he? Who do you think you are?

Li Zhiqi's face was flushed with excitement, and he rushed to the study of King Jidong who came out just now to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. He didn't know how good Master's poems were. But except for the one I gave to myself, I never heard Master compose a poem. The opportunity to see nature today is very exciting.

Qiu Xiang, who was also excited, lifted a jar of wine next to her and came to Feng Qingyao's side, and handed the wine in her hand to Feng Qingyao.

Feng Qingyao lifted the wine jar and poured down, and the wine poured down from the wine jar into Feng Qingyao's mouth. For a while, the entire Yin'an Hall could only hear the sound of Feng Qingyao drinking.

"Master, I brought the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. 」

Li Zhiqi took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the study of the king of Jidong as quickly as possible.

Li Ziqing looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his grandson's hand, and suddenly smiled and said to Ma Boyuan beside him: "Old Ma, today's incident may be a good story in the future. The prince plays the piano to help the fun, the three princes grind the paper, and the poems made by the wind boy's talent are definitely not bad, and they will definitely be able to be passed down through the ages. 」

Li Ziqing felt that his relationship with Feng Qingyao was closer, and he was worried that Feng Qingyao's words would anger King Jidong and Ma Boyuan, so he was busy laughing and playing a round.

Ma Boyuan was not angry. Hearing Li Ziqing's words, his eyes lit up slightly. said: "Yes, yes, it will definitely be a good story in the future, and the old man and the two will sharpen the ink for Feng Xiaoyou." 」

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and took the ink stick from Li Zhiqi's hand, looking at Li Ziqing with a smile.

Li Zhiqi smiled and took the inkstone. Put the inkstone on the table, drop a few drops of water, and watch Ma Boyuan grind the ink.

King Jidong opened the score sent by Feng Qingyao. At first glance, the song looks like a mediocre tune. But it soon dawned. Although the song is not wonderful, the uninhibited and majestic momentum makes people feel excited. Hurriedly asked the subordinate to fetch his own yaoqin and start playing.

The score that Feng Qingyao gave to the King of Jidong was made by Huang Zhan, a ghost genius of the earth generation in the previous life, although the music may not be very exquisite. But that kind of artistic conception is extremely extraordinary.

When King Jidong began to play, he saw Feng Qingyao who was drinking with his head up, thinking of what Feng Qingyao had just said, everyone felt an arrogant and unrestrained aura coming to their faces, and they couldn't help but be attracted by the breath emanating from Feng Qingyao's body.

"Smack!"

Just when everyone was attracted by the wild and uninhibited aura on Feng Qingyao's body, Feng Qingyao threw the wine jar to the ground after drinking, and the sound of the wine jar breaking woke up all those who were intoxicated by the arrogant and uninhibited aura on Feng Qingyao's body.

I saw Feng Qingyao swaying slightly to Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing's side, took the best Zihao pen of King Jidong, dipped it in thick ink and came to the wall on the left side of Yin'an Palace, turned his head and smiled at King Jidong and said, "Borrow the prince's powder wall. 」

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Li Fuzi and Ma Jingzhai will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and do not want to wake up. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinkers flowed their names. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand and was cruel. What is the owner's words and little money, through the Xigu District. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. 」

Feng Qingyao sang loudly while writing on the wall of the Yin'an Palace.

Feng Qingyao's poem has not yet been recited, but when the three words will be entered on the wall are written, Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing blurted out a good word in front of their eyes.

I saw that the words of the wind and clear and remote were round and powerful with the pen, so that the turn was like a ring, and the unrestrained flow was done in one go, like a whirlwind of rain, and the momentum was full; It's a beautiful word that I've never seen before. What made Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing even more surprised was that as Feng Qingyao put down his pen, a piece of light flashed on the wall, and a group of figures who were struggling to write appeared in the light and bowed to Feng Qingyao.

Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing are both Confucian talents, and they are also extraordinary in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so they can naturally see at a glance the extraordinary nature of Feng Qingyao's wild grass. It is definitely a good word at the level of a grandmaster, and it can be a precedent. Not to mention that with the wind clearing, the pen also appeared to worship the sages.

Legend has it that when someone's calligraphy reaches the realm of a grandmaster and creates a precedent, the situation of the sage will appear. However, Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing have never seen such a situation, and they have never heard anyone see it. Today, I actually saw this legendary scene with my own eyes, and Ma Boyuan and they were all excited.

Feng Qingyao finished writing this poem, the ink on the pen was dry, and he turned around and shouted, "Ink come!"

After Feng Qingyao wrote down the three words of wine, Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing, who rushed to Feng Qingyao's side, heard Feng Qingyao's words, trotted all the way to the table, picked up the inkstone, and trotted all the way to Feng Qingyao's side, just like a small guy in a restaurant, the people around him were dumbfounded. (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry for the update so late, thank you for your support!!!