Chapter 53
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Li Shimin glared at Cheng Yaojin.
"Shut up! Don't disturb Brother Zhang Feng! "
Hearing that.
Cheng Yaojin shrank his neck and stopped talking.
But he had made up his mind to get this piece of calligraphy!
Although his knowledge was shallow, he could still feel the artistic conception in this piece of calligraphy. It was like a golden spear and an armored horse!
This was something that could only be summed up by a general in his whole life!
Such an artistic conception!
If it was passed down, the Cheng family would definitely remember him and the achievements of their ancestors!
And Cheng Yaojin could only suppress the excitement in his heart at this time. He looked at the calligraphy quietly and felt agitated.
Zhang Feng was still writing and did not notice the strange look of the crowd.
As the words fell one by one.
Finally, Zhang Feng took out the big seal and stamped the name with a bang!
"Yes! This is good! Then I'll continue to write. As for who wants that, you can discuss it among yourselves! "
While speaking, Zhang Feng continued to write something.
And at this time.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Feng again.
Suddenly, Zhang Feng's eyes closed tightly as he quietly pondered in his mind. Then, he abruptly opened his eyes and began to write on a new piece of white paper with a brush covered in ink.
Sick writing in the heart.
Sick bones scattered and the gauze hat wide, lonely officials thousands of miles away on the river dry.
Lowly status does not dare to forget the country, things must wait for the coffin to close.
The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, the elders of the capital look to the temple.
Leaving the apprentice, one can understand the present and the ancient, one can look more carefully at midnight by the light.
As the first line of words fell.
Everyone was in an uproar.
This time, Zhang Feng did not write in cursive but in clerical script.
It was not that he did not want to, but because the artistic conception of this poem must be written in regular script. Lu You was the poet he respected the most, so he was so serious about this poem!
The regular words, stroke by stroke, made Zhang Feng's handwriting more elegant.
Stroke by stroke, like iron hook and silver painting.
"Heavens!"
Li Shimin was shocked.
He was also someone who loved calligraphy, but when he saw Zhang Feng's calligraphy, even though it wasn't as bold as the cursive script, it made Zhang Feng's entire temperament change!
A hint of elegance.
A trace of unfathomable depth.
Furthermore, what was the artistic conception in this poem?
Wei Zheng's eyes flickered.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Feng was currently composing, he would have given a Confucian bow!
This was a poem that was really created for him!
The artistic conception of the poem could no longer be described with words.
As for the first poem, this one was really compatible with him!
And Zhang Feng really did not know any of this. He only wrote whatever came to mind. Furthermore, he had Old Wei, who understood the Confucian Dao, by his side. He did not dare to do so!
As the words were spoken.
In the end.
Zhang Feng paused.
Poetry!
It was still a poem!
But.
This time, the poem was created by Zhang Feng according to Lu You's masterpiece in his memory!
As time went by.
Finally.
The four pieces of calligraphy were finished.
But everyone looked at Zhang Feng in silence.
Was this a human?
Or a god?
To be able to complete such a peerless masterpiece in such a short time, was he still a human?
Heavens!
This was a god!
A god given to the Tang Dynasty by God!
"Well, that's all for now. I believe that these words will be handed down as a masterpiece and will definitely be handed down …"
"Brother Zhang Feng, can you bestow this' Illness Rises From the Book 'to Old Wei?"
Wei Zheng interrupted Zhang Feng's words, hurried in front of everyone, gave a big bow, and then continued, "They are all uncouth people and only I can understand the meaning of this calligraphy, so I'm willing to pay 100 taels!"
Zhang Feng was shocked.
100 taels?
Oh my god!
But at this time, Li Shimin was unhappy.
Why should it be yours just because you said so? This Emperor feels that this poem is written for this Emperor!
Immediately, Li Shimin waved his hand and said excitedly, "Brother! You're my real brother! Thank you so much for this piece of calligraphy! Don't worry, I have a package here. Take it as an exchange for your calligraphy! "
Li Shimin immediately stopped Wei Zheng and was about to grab the calligraphy.
But at this time, Zhangsun Wuji was also anxious.
Looking left and right, he finally put another calligraphy on top.
Cheng Yaojin was the most pleased with himself. Seeing Li Shimin and Wei Zheng arguing with each other, he happily hugged the calligraphy like it was a treasure and hid in a corner with Zhangsun Wuji, whispering to each other.
Zhang Feng was speechless when he saw the two arguing with each other.
"That's enough, Lao Li! You're going overboard! "
"Aren't there four pieces of calligraphy here? Each of us gets a piece of calligraphy. Didn't I give it to you before? Do you have to be like this? "
Li Shimin's face turned red when he heard that.
But his hand that was holding the calligraphy did not loosen at all.
"Lao Li! You're in the wrong here! You know how Old Wei is like. There's no room for discussion! "
Li Shimin immediately lost his temper.
The two of them argued again.
Zhang Feng was speechless and said, "Lao Li, do you remember that I said that I would show you a treasure when we meet again?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhang Feng with a swoosh.
"Treasure!?"
"…"
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