Wenxian Hall.

Facing everyone's gaze, Teng Ziqian finally recovered from the shock.

"You copied this!"

Teng Ziqian, who had lost all face, gritted his teeth, pointed at Hu Fei's nose and shouted loudly.

In any case, he was unwilling to admit that the poem was written by Hu Fei.

How could Hu Fei write poetry?! He is just a complete dandy, impossible!

This is what Teng Ziqian has been telling himself in his heart at this time.

Seeing Teng Ziqian cheating, Hu Fei couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and instantly lost interest in competing with such a person.

"Are you right?! He just copied it! How could he write poetry?!"

Teng Ziqian saw the disdain on Hu Fei's face, turned to look at the others around him, and said loudly, hoping to resonate with everyone.

But when he asked this question, everyone avoided their eyes, or pretended not to hear, or pretended not to know him.

We have read a lot of books, but we have never seen the same verses in any book.

Seeing this scene, Teng Ziqian's expression froze and he looked ugly.

He lost because he no longer had the courage to write, and he racked his brains and couldn't think of better words than Hu Fei's poem.

"Master Hu, may I ask what the style of your character...is?"

At this moment, Zhu Tong picked up the piece of paper on which Hu Fei wrote the poem and asked in surprise.

"ah?"

Hu Fei turned to look at Zhu Tong, frowning, a little confused.

"I have never seen this kind of font before. It is like a wandering cloud and a startling dragon. Every stroke and every stroke penetrates the back of the paper. It can be called an iron painting with a silver hook!"

Zhu Tong held the paper and kept shaking his head and sighing.

After hearing Zhu Tong's praise, Hu Fei was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain it, because he had always written like this. The regular script is not like the regular script, and the cursive script is not like the cursive script. He just relied on his own feeling. In his eyes, it was just the same.

There are a lot of messy words piled up together. If you write too fast, you may not even recognize it.

A previous teacher also praised his handwriting, but that was completely ironic and derogatory.

"Are you sure?"

Hu Fei looked at Zhu Tong, raised his eyebrows, and asked tentatively.

He felt that Zhu Tong was also openly exaggerating and concealing his detriment.

"Really, Mr. Hu's calligraphy is simply exquisite!"

Zhu Tong nodded and said affirmatively.

This works too?!

After hearing Zhu Tong's affirmative answer, Hu Fei was stunned. He didn't expect that he just wrote a few words and was called a peerless body by Zhu Tong.

"Master Zhu, thank you. I just write casually. I just follow my mood and write whatever I want. No need to make a fuss."

Hu Fei straightened his body, waved his hand, and the old god said calmly.

"That's Mr. Hu's unique style of writing. It's really exquisite!"

"Master Hu, can you give this poem to me?"

"Don't worry, I will take good care of it and treat it as a treasure!"

Zhu Tong looked at Hu Fei and said excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Since you like it, then take it."

Hu Fei nodded and said generously.

Isn't it just a silent poem and a piece of paper? This is the first time someone has praised his beautiful handwriting, and he didn't want to take it away at first.

"Thank you Mr. Hu! Thank you very much!"

Zhu Tong said gratefully, then hesitated for a moment, seemed to remember something, and spoke again.

"Master Hu, can you give this font a name?"

Hu Fei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhu Tong to be so busy. Isn't this a test for me?

"Let's call it Hu Ti."

Hu Fei put his hands on his back and said thoughtfully.

In such a short period of time, he could only think of this, not to mention that he was writing randomly in the first place.

"Hu Ti? Good! Very good!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tong nodded happily, and then carefully rolled up the paper, his face full of excitement.

"Hey? Mr. Zhu, let's take a look at it again? Don't put it away in a hurry!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhu, we haven't read Mr. Hu's poems carefully yet. Let's open our eyes again!"

Seeing Zhu Tong's actions, the onlookers immediately rushed forward and surrounded Zhu Tong, who was about to leave.

"Go, go, go, the conference is over. You should leave quickly. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Zhu Tong shook his head, hurriedly got out of the crowd, and ran away.

"Master Zhu, the competition is not over yet, why is it over?!"

Someone shouted in the direction Zhu Tong fled.

"What else is there to compare with? Can you beat this one in my hand?! Mr. Hu has already won! This year's top poet is Mr. Hu!"

Zhu Tong's voice came from far away, and no one could be seen.

Everyone present hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement without any objection.

Hu Fei shook his head and turned to leave.

He also didn't expect that it would be so easy for him to obtain this poet. He just copied four lines from "Five Poems" written by Qing Dynasty poet Zhao Yi.

But now, no one in the world has heard of this poem, because the time when Zhao Yi composed this poem was still hundreds of years away.

"Remember, from now on, you can no longer compose poems, as a gentleman."

Passing behind Teng Ziqian, Hu Fei paused, patted Teng Ziqian on the shoulder, and said with a sneer.

After listening to Hu Fei's words, Teng Ziqian's face turned dark purple, as if he had been poisoned.

But Hu Fei had already led Pei Jie and Dong Yan out of the hall and left the Wenxian Hall.

Teng Ziqian clenched his fists and stared in the direction Hu Fei left, his eyes full of resentment.

He hated Hu Fei's arrogance and talent, because Hu Fei's poem made him lose without even having a chance to write. He had never lost so miserably.

"Sooner or later..."

Teng Ziqian looked at Hu Fei's leaving figure and gritted his teeth. He was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by the crowd swarming behind him.

"Master Hu, wait a minute, can you give me a calligraphy on the next picture?"

"Master Hu, can you rewrite that poem just now and sell it to me? I'll pay you any amount of money!"

"Master Hu..."

A group of young talents who had not taken Hu Fei seriously before rushed out and chased him, shouting loudly.

"Hey! Hey! You stepped on me!"

"ah!"

"There's someone down there! You...ah..."

Teng Ziqian, who fell to the ground, struggled and kept wailing like a slaughtering pig.

...

Royal Palace.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

"Your Majesty! There is a result, there is a result!"

Pang Yuhai hurriedly walked in from outside the hall, his face filled with joy and excitement.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was reading the memorial at his desk, slowly raised his head when he heard Pang Yuhai's excited shout, and couldn't help but frown.

Pang Yuhai hasn't been so irritable for a long time.

"What's the result? Are you so excited? Hu Fei lost miserably?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Pang Yuhai who was out of breath, frowned and asked.

He guessed that Hu Fei would lose, but he didn't want Hu Fei to lose too badly, otherwise he would worry that Hu Xiang would lose face.

"No! No! Mr. Hu not only did not lose, he also won and won the title of Shikui!"
To be continued...