Royal Palace.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

After getting excited, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly calmed down and frowned slightly. No matter what he thought, he never thought that Hu Fei could write such a poem.

"Is this really the work of that playboy Hu Fei?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a while, looked at Pang Yuhai again, and asked again.

"Absolutely true!"

Pang Yuhai nodded and said with a smile.

"But this word looks very ordinary, not as mysterious as you said."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the lines of words on the paper and said doubtfully.

"Your Majesty is unaware that this was copied by a clerk at the Wenxian Hall. The copy written by Mr. Hu has been collected by Mr. Zhu himself."

"It is said that he rushed out of the crowd of many young talents with those words in his arms, saying that he wanted to treasure them well."

Pang Yuhai replied with a smile.

"This Zhu Tong is really quick with his hands and feet!"

"Publish my decree to announce that Zhu Tong will enter the palace and ask him to bring the authentic copy of Hu Fei's poem. I want to see what is so good about Hu Fei's calligraphy!"

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice, beginning to become a little curious about Hu Fei's handwriting.

"The slave obeys the order."

Pang Yuhai agreed, turned around and walked out with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang held the paper in his hand, silently recited the poems on the paper, and nodded frequently.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

...

Hu Mansion.

The main hall in the front yard.

Hu Weiyong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, a sad look on his face.

My son has been gone for a long time, and I still don’t know what the consequences will be. If he makes a fool of himself, he will be the one who will be embarrassed by the Prime Minister’s Palace. When he goes to the palace tomorrow, he will inevitably be criticized in private.

When he thought of this, Hu Weiyong felt a little suffocated and didn't understand why Hu Fei wanted to go through this muddy water.

At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps, and the butler Qin Hai rushed straight into the main hall as if he was crazy.

"Lost?!"

Seeing Qin Hai's panic, Hu Weiyong's heart sank and he asked with wide eyes.

"Win! Win! The young master has won the title of Poetry!"

Qin Hai smiled broadly, panting and shouting excitedly.

"Won?!"

Hu Weiyong was completely stunned, his mind went blank, and he thought he heard wrongly.

"Yes, I won! Now it has spread on the street, and many people can't believe it!"

Qin Hai nodded and said.

Well, yes, even I don’t believe it, let alone outsiders!

Hu Weiyong thought to himself and frowned.

"Did he put pressure on the Wenxian Hall in my name? Didn't he mean that he beat the host Zhu Tong and forced the Wenxian Hall to give him Shikui?!"

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong's scalp tightened and he asked loudly.

"Oh, sir, no, the young master really won with his true ability!"

"He only used one poem to defeat everyone. The son of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance who had arranged a competition with him lost without even picking up a pen!"

Qin Hai explained excitedly.

Hu Weiyong was stunned.

One poem outshines all others?!

How can this be?!

Ever since he was a child, he couldn't even open a book!

"What did you just say? The son of the Minister of Revenue? The son of Teng Demao?!"

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong came back to his senses, grabbed Qin Hai's arm and asked.

"Yes, it's him!"

"Moreover, the host, Mr. Zhu Tongzhu, praised the young master's handwriting as a peerless beauty. Before the conference was over, he ran away with the young master's poem in his arms, saying that he wanted to treasure it well!"

"Now it has been spread on the street that the young master is the god of poetry who has descended to earth. Even if Li Du is alive, he will have to accept his inferiority!"

Qin Hai said excitedly, with tears in his eyes.

He had almost grown up watching the young master, and never thought that the young master would be so promising one day.

"What kind of poem did he compose? Why did he make such a big fuss and bring the god of poetry down to earth?!"

Hu Weiyong looked at Qin Hai with a stiff expression and asked blankly.

"Master, wait a moment, I'm so excited, I need to think about it."

"Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths...it is no longer new to this day...the country...there are talented people from generation to generation...each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!"

"Yes, that's right, that's the one!"

Qin Hai hesitated and finally recited a poem completely.

After listening to this poem, Hu Weiyong was stunned again, recalling the meaning between the words and sentences, his eyes full of surprise.

"Hahaha..."

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong couldn't help laughing, his face full of relief and excitement.

"Good! What a poem!"

"As expected of me, Hu Weiyong's son!"

But although he couldn't stop praising him, he was still muttering in his heart.

Is this my son?

...

Royal Palace.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

After receiving the order, Zhu Tong did not dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly entered the palace and came to the Yangxin Hall.

"The humble minister Zhu Tong has met Your Majesty."

Zhu Tong bowed respectfully, with a worried look on his face.

He knew that the baby in his arms might not be saved.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhu Qing. I am very pleased that this poetry and calligraphy conference can go so smoothly. Zhu Qing deserves the first credit."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Tong and said with a smile, without directly mentioning Hu Fei's poem.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. This is what a humble minister should do. I don't dare to take credit for it."

Zhu Tong hurriedly saluted and said slowly.

But he was murmuring in his heart that His Majesty had never cared so much about poetry and calligraphy conferences before.

"I heard that this year's Shikui was won by Hu Fei, the son of Hu Xiang?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and asked slowly.

"Indeed, Mr. Hu became a blockbuster and surpassed everyone with one poem. Once this poem was published, it is probably difficult for anyone to surpass him in the entire Ming Dynasty."

"And his calligraphy is the only one I've ever seen in Xiaguan's life. He's a peerless figure!"

Zhu Tong couldn't help but praise after hearing this.

When he talked about Hu Fei, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Really?"

"I heard that you have his authentic work. Can you show it to me?"

Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately showed a hint of surprise and asked with a smile.

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Zhu Tong was stunned for a moment, and then began to blame himself for talking too much just now.

"What?! Is Zhu Qing trying to hide his secrets?!"
To be continued...