Datang: Inheriting the system legacy at the beginning

Just when the great His Majesty Li Er was thinking about how to cut off the troubles of the family for future generations.

"Hey~"

Wei Zheng sighed deeply, and said:

"This poem is as good as it gets. Even the last two lines can make people feel like crying, but it doesn't meet His Majesty's requirement of persuading people to be kind."

As soon as these words came out, everyone broke free from the artistic conception of hurting spring and autumn.

"Yes! King Qin's poem is indeed thought-provoking, but it lacks the idea of ​​persuading people to be good!"

"There is no idle field in the world! There is no idle field..."

"Hey! If you want me to say you sour literati, it's really hard to tell me, Yuchi, that His Royal Highness King Qin can compose this kind of poem. What more do you want to persuade people to be kind!"

……

When these civil servants and generals were arguing with each other, Li Yin laughed and said:

"Since all the uncles feel that this poem doesn't have enough questions! Then Xiao Liu will write one!"

"and also!"

"Damn it! Niubi beep, little six, you can actually write poetry!"

"No way! King Qin, you are serious!"

After Li Yin finished speaking, he didn't care how surprised others were.

He directly took out a piece of clean white rice paper and quickly wrote on it.

When the hoe was on the day of the day, Khan dripped down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey?
"Good! Good! Good!"

The princes and ministers who were still in the middle of the quarrel were scared to death by His Majesty Li Er's three hello!
Just when they were about to ask questions, they saw Li Shimin say in a state of intoxication:

"What a hoeing day at noon, sweat dripping down the soil! This is a perfect portrayal of the hard work of the farmers!"

When everyone heard this sentence, their eyes lit up!
"The ability to portray the artistic conception of King Qin is really strong. I can actually see the scene of the old farmer working hard under the scorching sun."

"Hey! The people are suffering!"

"Damn! What are you talking about? Why can you see the scene, why can't I see it?"

Cheng Yaojin saw all the ministers shaking their heads and clapping their hands in praise, looked at Li Yin very confused and asked:

"Little Six, who are Dangwu, Handi and Xiatu the most beautiful? And who is Chuhe? This bastard actually wants three at once, can he bear it?"

Li Yin: (◎_◎;)
Li Shimin: (▼へ▼メ)
Ministers: ((-_-)-_-)-_-)
At this moment, Li Yin really wanted to rush up and give Cheng Yaojing, an old killer, an uppercut.

What the hell!Are you the keyboard man from the previous life who traveled through time?

A good artistic conception was completely ruined by this old killer with a single word!

Even though Li Yin is the king of Qin now, he is still a nephew in his younger life, and it is not easy to speak out and scold the uncle who has been through life and death with cheap daddy.

But others have no such scruples!
Seeing Wei Zheng blushing with an old face, he directly scolded:
"Old dog Cheng, don't talk if you don't understand, okay! The good artistic conception has been completely destroyed by you!"

"That's right! Old Cheng, you're just... you're a rotten wood that can't be carved!"

"Zhijie, why are you so nonsense!"

"Haha! Old Cheng is one of my generation!"

……

One by one, they either bluntly reprimanded or sarcastically made Cheng Yaojin blush, wishing to find a crack in the ground and get down.

What are you talking about?
Am I wrong?
Didn't Little Six mean to say that Chu He slept with three women at once?

Or did I get the gender wrong?
[_?]
Everyone was interrupted by him, and they didn't want to wait for Li Shimin to read the poem!

He rushed directly to the side of the teacher's platform and began to appreciate it by himself.

Wei Zheng, who saw the whole poem first, shook his head and said:

"At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drips down to the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard work?"

"Wonderful! The last two sentences, who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work! It's simply wonderful!" Changsun Wuji directly clapped his hands and praised.

"Yes! Every grain is hard, every grain is hard!"

"Hey! The people are suffering!"

……

Just when everyone was once again immersed in the artistic conception of the whole poem, Liyang county magistrate and prince Zhan Shi Yu Zhining suddenly pushed everyone away with golden eyes, and grabbed the rice paper in a few steps.

A pair of old wrinkled hands gently stroked the rice paper.

It's like touching a peerless beauty, and it's like checking out a peerless treasure!
"Zhong Mi, who is this?" Wei Zheng asked softly, very puzzled.

It is also reminding myself of this old friend that this is in front of the emperor, and doing so is unavoidable.

But who would have thought that Yu Zhining, who is always gentle and gentle, is now a great Confucian, looking at Wei Zheng like a madman and shouting:

"Old Wei, go away and don't disturb me!"

Everyone was in a daze for a while!
What the hell is going on?

We admit that this poem is really well written, and it is no exaggeration to say that it can be passed down through the ages.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is still just a poem!
You are older than one of the great contemporary Confucians, are you so excited?
Just when everyone was at a loss, Yu Zhining moved again.

He stood up suddenly, and looked around with his old eyes shining brightly.

After that, he walked quickly to Li Gang, dragged Li Gang to the teacher's platform without saying a word, pointed to the rice paper and said:

"Brother Wen Ji, your calligraphy is better than mine, take a quick look at this font, have you seen it before?"

Li Gang had already been pushed out of the crowd by the princes of the state, but now he was forcibly pulled over, and he was completely confused!

But at any rate, he was also one of the great Confucians of the dynasty. After a while, he calmed down and looked intently at the rice paper.

Originally, I was very disdainful in my heart, and I was very puzzled by Yu Zhining's performance.

The two poems written by King Qin are very good. He admitted that it is absolutely impossible for him to compose poems comparable to these two poems in a short time.

But when it comes to calligraphy, he doesn't see Li Yin!
Calligraphy depends on the strength of the pen and the strength of the wrist!
How old is Li Yin?Only seven years old!

Even if a seven-year-old child has enough pen strength, his wrist strength is not enough to support his pen power!
But the facts were not as expected, just when he was extremely reluctant to set his sights on the rice paper.

The whole person is just like Yu Zhining just now, and he can't help murmuring:
"Yan body? Feibai body? It doesn't seem to be!"

"No, what font is this, why have I never seen it before?"

"The brushwork is nimble and quick, and the handwriting is thin and strong, so thin without losing its flesh, and the graceful grace can be seen in the vagueness."

Everyone was stunned when they saw the two great Confucian scholars in the dynasty, who had completely fallen into a state of madness in a blink of an eye!
Everyone surrounded him except Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, who were not interested in calligraphy at all.

I want to appreciate it carefully, what is so unique about the font that can make the two great scholars fall into madness!