Chapter 89 Say it, I'm afraid you won't believe it
Seeing that Wang Tong was still unwilling to give up, he didn't know how to advance or retreat.
Kong Yingda and Yu Zhining couldn't help but frown. This boy from the Wang family behaved in such a disgraceful manner today. They were just about to say a few words of admonishment when they heard Prince An Yun speak calmly.
"Since this unknown brother said so, I will simply make up two songs to prevent this dear friend from getting into trouble..."
Then, I saw Wang Zi'an writing quickly, and soon two exquisite poems appeared on the paper.
The exclamation became even louder. Many people ignored the presence of Kong Yingda and Yu Zhining and gathered around them. Then the crowd made even louder noises.
"Impossible! How is this possible!"
"Whoever slaps me quickly, let me see if I am dreaming——"
"..."
Now, except for Kong Yingda, everyone is almost falling into self-doubt.
Two poems, two calligraphy, the key is a calligraphy font that has never been seen before.
The styles are very different, but the same power penetrates the back of the paper, is powerful and elegant, tall and straight, and has all the muscles and bones!
This almost subverted their understanding of calligraphy.
No one has ever been able to write several completely different yet wonderful fonts like this.
Genius or not is no longer enough to describe the young man in front of me!
Seeing the stunned expressions of the group of people in front of him, Wang Zi'an pretended to be calm and put down the brush in his hand.
Boys, I can’t believe that I am such a genius!
Thanks to that silly girl Princess Changle, otherwise I wouldn't have had the opportunity to show off in front of others.
Although it is unbelievable, everyone still has to believe the fact that these three completely different calligraphy fonts are all originated from the same person.
I saw with my own eyes that the ink on the paper has not yet dried!
At this time, everyone focused their attention on the two little poems that had just been released.
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers do you know about falling?"
"The scenery in the east city is gradually becoming better, with ripples and ripples welcoming guests. The green poplar smoke is light and cold outside, and the red apricot branches are full of spring. The floating growth hates the lack of entertainment, but I am willing to love my daughter and smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and
Leave an evening photo among the flowers."
Everyone:…
It just makes people doubt their life.
Two more masterpieces that have been handed down from generation to generation!
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, would you have believed it?
When did poetry and prose of the level of a masterpiece become so easy to write?
Just like eating, drinking, and just writing casually?
But this is the fact. Facing Wang Zi'an, many people can't help but feel a deep sense of despair.
This is unplayable, it's not on the same level at all.
Just when everyone was beginning to doubt their lives, they heard the sound of jingle bells ringing outside again.
"Grandpa, I brought what you asked for——"
Kong Ling'er's voice was soft and her eyes flickered at Wang Zi'an who was standing in the crowd, and then she stood obediently next to her grandfather.
Only then did she notice that three freshly painted works had been hung in front of her.
"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as cake..."
She loved poetry and calligraphy, so she couldn't help but read it softly. The more she read, the brighter her eyes became, and the more she read, the more intoxicated she became.
"Good poetry, good words, good feelings!"
After Kong Ling'er read it over and over again, she couldn't help but clapped her hands and applauded.
"Grandpa, I wonder which young masters wrote this?"
As soon as Kong Ling'er said these words, the atmosphere on the court suddenly became a little strange. Everyone silently looked at Wang Zi'an and did not want to speak.
Damn pretty boy, you are so talented, how can you let everyone live?
"Prince—Prince?"
Kong Ling'er covered her mouth in surprise. The calligraphy works with different calligraphy styles in her grandfather's study were actually written by the same person!
At this time, servants were already carefully hanging up the banners that Kong Ling'er had just brought over one by one.
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
"The best of one's work comes from hard work and waste from play; success comes from thinking and failure from randomness."
"Those who accomplished great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also had perseverance."
"..."
Every sentence is a warning that can be used as a motto!
Every font is enough to become a model for you to copy!
The handsome young man in front of him was so powerful that it was suffocating, and he couldn't even raise the slightest desire to catch up.
He is a man of extraordinary talent, unparalleled in ancient times and unrivaled in the present.
"I didn't believe in geniuses before, but now I realize that there is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Some people cannot be judged by common sense. The realm we strive for may be just a gadget for them...
…”
A young scholar in the crowd who described himself as downcast and had a shiny wine gourd hanging around his waist could not help but shake his head and sigh.
Ma Zhou was really shocked.
He originally thought that his new boss was just good-looking, well-spoken, good at cooking, and a little lucky, and he was lucky enough to get attached to his boss and Kong Jijiu.
Only today did I realize that to me, my young boss is already as tall as a mountain.
Fortunately, when I faced him yesterday, I was still arrogant and a bit unruly.
Now that I think about it, it’s really shameful!
Wang Zi’an:……
Are you so thorough in your care?
Prime Minister Ma, why did you say such disgusting words? What about your moral integrity...
Even though I feel so flattered by everyone's disgusting pursuit, especially the fact that there is a lady among them who has a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes, I feel very happy, but today's task cannot be forgotten.
Wang Zi'an coughed dryly, attracting everyone's attention.
"Everyone, can I see your masterpiece now?"
Please, stop talking!
In front of you, what the hell is that thing we wrote about?
Many people are eager to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Cui Zihao's face was complicated, and Wang Tong's face was even more pale. He really couldn't understand why half a year ago he was just an ordinary bumpkin with mediocre qualifications, little knowledge, and nothing special. Why did he become like this half a year later?
Am I afraid I'm dreaming?
Thinking of this, he slapped himself hard.
Snapped--
The voice was clear and loud, and a burning pain came from my cheek.
He turned around and left in despair.
Wang Tong is finished.
Many people looked at him with a look of sympathy and luck. Fortunately, they didn't rush in, otherwise I would be the one who would be slapped in the face and be discredited today.
"Zian, let's talk quickly -"
At this moment, even Yu Zhining was full of expectations for Wang Zi'an's next comments.
A talent of this level can benefit a lot from just a few words of casual advice.
The prince pretended to read it over and over again, shaking his head and sighing from time to time, which made everyone feel anxious.
But they didn’t dare to say it, and they didn’t dare to ask.
It's natural for someone with a poetic talent like Wang Zi'an to look down on his own poems. Some of the poems he wrote considered themselves to be of a certain standard, so he couldn't help but feel a little bit of unspeakable expectations.
If I can get a good comment from Wang Zi'an, I'm afraid I can become famous tomorrow.
I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you. If you don't give me the translation, I won't be able to understand these damn things you wrote!
But does it matter?
It's not important!
Under the anxious gazes of everyone, Prince An placed the manuscript in his hand on the table, looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply.