Hearing that the person who made the question had to make a small preface, Du Wenxing was not afraid.

He didn't dare to say that he was full of poetry and books now, but he did read a lot of books and scriptures in the main world in the system library, and his stomach was no longer as empty as before.

The "preface" of a poetry club is just that, I dare not say how well it can be written, at least it will not be so bad that I can't handle it.

So he looked at Yun Ruoyi with a smile and whispered: "Thank you, but don't bother the girl, but you need to borrow pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

Yun Ruoyi blushed and said to the maid Biyun, "Go and bring my four treasures of the study." ”

Biyun trotted away.

After a while, the four treasures of the study room were placed on the bookcase, and Yun Ruoyi got up and gave up his position.

Du Wenxing took ten drops of water from the water bowl with a small copper spoon, dripped them into the stone inkstone hall at the end of the side, and picked up one and a half ingots of ancient oil smoke ink on the inkstone and placed them in the inkstone.

After the end of the ink ingot is soaked for a while, then gently pinch the ink ingot and grind it slowly.

After dozens of circles, the ink in the inkstone has been blurred into a thick black, and there is a faint fragrance that spreads faintly with the ink, which makes people feel intoxicated.

Taking advantage of the time, Du Wenxing was also secretly thinking about how to write his preface, and after a while, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he had finalized the draft in his heart, he had read a lot of famous articles when he was in the first virtual reality world, and some sentences were just right.

Du Wenxing stretched out his hand to get the pen, and the little girl Biyun on the side hurriedly handed over the refined wolf of the Xiangfei bamboo pole.

Du Wenxing smiled slightly, thinking of the rabbit, and the look of remembrance on his face flashed.

He took the pen and soaked the tip of the pen in the water bowl, then he dipped it in the inkstone and wiped it twice on a small pen.

Only then did he write it by hand on the white paper laid out on the table.

After a while, he wrote a short article, put down the pen and put it down after cleaning the pen in the water bowl, handed the paper in his hand to Yun Ruoyi, and said: "In the rough people, it is difficult to be gracious, so I can only do my best. ”

Yun Ruoyi took the paper, looked down, only glanced at it a few times, his eyes were already full of brilliance, and he looked up at Du Wenxing's gaze, exuding a strange light.

Since being rescued by Du Wenxing from the Crouching Tiger Gang bandits, Yun Ruoyi has often dreamed of this young man in Qingcheng, the girl is at the beginning of her love, and she unconsciously cares about this life-saving benefactor.

This kind of emotion is originally caused by a specific event, which is very weak and unreliable, and will slowly fade over time.

But unexpectedly, just when the sense of anticipation in Yun Ruoyi's heart slowly lowered, Du Wenxing appeared again, and he also showed extraordinary talent.

I didn't expect Du Gongzi to be so brilliant!

Not only is the article gorgeous, but the words are ...... It's already a self-contained system, and it has everyone's style!

The thin gold font drawn under the shiny ink color made Yun Ruoyi feel unparalleled amazing, and she still admired Du Wenxing.

Coupled with this beautiful text, it simply complements each other.

Unconsciously, Yun Ruoyi had already read out loud:

"The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the twilight is purple. Qingqiu summoned me to smoke scenes, and a large piece of fake me to articles. The fragrance garden of Huanghua (chrysanthemum) will be the joy of the family.

Far away, Yixing flying. Cool and breezy, slender song and white clouds. Open the feast to sit on the flying flowers, fly the feathers and get drunk with the breeze. There is no masterpiece, how can he be a friend?

Cry, the one who is heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the one who passes through time, the passer-by of a hundred generations.

When you sing about wine, what is your life?

If you want to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or the actions of those who are different, why not? Do not be happy with things, do not feel sad for yourself, worry about the people when you live in a high temple, and worry about the king when you are far away from the rivers and lakes. It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said: The worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy. Wow, who am I going to belong to?"

When the article came out, everyone was shocked!

Several people in the water pavilion stood up, looking excited.

This article first describes the beautiful scenery at present, the joy of everyone gathering, and then expresses the worries that people can't think of a good work, and then laments the rush of time in heaven and earth...... That's it, it's just a beautiful rhetoric, but the last sentence sublimates the whole text.

This Du Wenxing actually sighed: I once explored the thoughts and feelings of people with noble moral character in ancient times, perhaps different from the expression of the feelings mentioned above, why? They are not happy because the environment is good, nor are they sad because they have suffered badly; they are worried about their people when they are high-ranking officials in the court; and they are worried about their kings when they are in remote rivers and lakes. This is also worried about entering the imperial court as an official, and worrying about resigning from the official and living in seclusion. Then, when will we be happy? They will probably say, "Sorrow before the sorrow of the people of the world, and happiness before the happiness of the people of the world." Alas, if there is no such person, with whom shall I be with?

This kind of article turned out to be made by a teenager, and many bigwigs in the Water Pavilion looked shocked, even those high-ranking people who have lived in the court for a long time may not be able to write this kind of text, right!?

"Maybe I heard it somewhere. Xuezheng Tongguang, the only one who didn't stand up, said lightly.

"Even if this last sentence is heard, this first half of the article is enough to show the brilliance of this sub-article!" Zheng Huan Zhengse said.

After a long time, Yun Ruoyi came to her senses, handed Du Wenxing's article to another maid beside her, and asked her to transcribe it separately and send it to the embroidery curtain and the water pavilion.

Subsequently, Yun Ruoyi's expression was straight, and he respectfully saluted Du Wenxing and said: "Du Gongzi's article has both heroic and unrestrained, fresh and elegant temperament. It really adds a lot to the poetry. The little woman thanked her. Just ask the son to write a topic for the poetry meeting. ”

After that, Biyun, the little girl next to her, took the tray with the poem title in her hand, and held it in front of Du Wenxing with both hands.

During this period, Du Wenxing's article has been transmitted to the Water Pavilion, and all the bigwigs are amazed by this son's calligraphy.

This font should be born out of regular script, but its changes are so great that it can be regarded as a school of its own. Yunqiao was amazed.

"The handwriting is thin, thin without losing its flesh, good words!" Zheng Huan praised.

Even Tongguang can't say anything bad.

Du Wenxing has been in the second virtual reality for five years, but he has been practicing calligraphy every day, and his leisure time for practicing is spent on practicing calligraphy except for the self-study time in the system library when he sleeps at night.

A thin gold body is already quite hot!

At this moment, there was already a lot of chatter in the embroidered curtain, and the group of female porridge and porridge were all amazed by Du Wenxing's calligraphy.

Du Wenxing reached out and picked up a paper square, opened it to take a look, and couldn't help laughing, it was actually a fairy question!

This genre seems to have been written by a great poet in the history of the first virtual reality world, and this poet was also his favorite as "Ye Qiu" at that time.

That poet's name is Li Bai!