"It's you?"

Of course, Zhao Rong also recognized the old man in green robe who was respected by Mi Youren as Mr. Yanshan at first sight. He hurriedly bowed and returned the favor politely, and said respectfully: "My younger brother Zhao Rong, I have met my senior, but I really didn't expect that I could meet here again with me so much."

"Mr. Yanshan, do you know this young master?"

"I don't know each other, but I met once."

Mr. Yanshan replied, and then he roughly mentioned the encounter between himself and Zhao Rong on the dock. Mi Youren was even more amazed and said, "I really didn't expect that in our Runzhou literary world, there are also poetic geniuses like Mr. Zhao, who are not only good at writing lyrics, but also so humble and respect elders. Mi admires it."

"Then you marry your daughter to me quickly!"

Zhao Rong roared in his heart, and continued to be hypocritical and modesty. Mi Youren led Zhao Rong to another middle-aged scholar and said, "Come on, Mr. Zhao, let me introduce you to you. This one is the eldest son of Huang Jining, the famous Huang Jining, the valley Taoist Huang Tingjian, the eldest son of Huang Tingjian, the valley Taoist."

"I've seen Mr. Fenning." In order to leave a good impression on my future father-in-law, Zhao Rong of course quickly greeted the middle-aged scholar named Huang Xiang. As a result, after raising his head, Zhao Rong immediately saw that Huang Jiong, who had just been humiliated by him, had his eyes full of anger, and he stood behind Huang Xiang, looking at him angrily.

"Young Master Zhao doesn't have to be too polite." Huang Xiang smiled and returned the favor, and said, "Young Master Zhao, your song "Man Jianghong is full of ambitions and passionate" is really admired by Huang. He just doesn't know who Mr. Zhao is from and what sect he learns?"

"I will not hide it from Mr. Fen Ning. I have no teachers and no sects for the younger generation." Zhao Rong replied truthfully.

"No teacher? No sect?"

Huang Xiang, Mi Youren and others were all shocked. Mi Ning on the other side also quietly covered her mouth. After Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, Mi Youren couldn't help asking: "So, Mr. Zhao, are your poems obtained by self-taught?"

"That's right." Zhao Rong answered vaguely and said modestly: "A little superficial work will make you laugh at the seniors."

Huang Xiang, Mi Youren and others were more amazed, but Huang Jiao, who was behind Huang Xiang, had even more anger. After pursing his lips, Huang Jiao deliberately pretended to smile and asked: "Young Master Zhao, then I'm brave enough to ask more. I wonder if your Man Jianghong is improvised, or has it been done before and repeatedly thought about it?"

"Come to take revenge."

Zhao Rong immediately understood the meaning of Huang Ji and said frankly: "Of course, it was done before and repeated consideration and modification."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong would answer so frankly. Huang Jiao couldn't help but be stunned. Then Huang Jiao was happy again, thinking that you also need to think repeatedly. After muttering this sentence, Huang Jiao pretended to be respectful and said: "Mr. Zhao, since your poem is red in the red, it was just written in advance, then, you are here next to the cold spring in the Zhenjiang scenic spot today. Can you use an impromptu chant to see your literary talent with your own eyes?"

"This is not very good." Zhao Rong scratched his head and said, "Mr. Yanshan is here, and Mr. Yuanhui and Mr. Fenning are also here. How can you show off your skills and sell articles in front of Confucius Temple?"

As Zhao Rong estimated, although Mi Youren, Huang Xiang and others did not intend to make themselves fools, they also said that there was no need for this. They all asked Zhao Rong to write poems or write lyrics so that they could see how much ink there was in Zhao Rong's belly. The Mr. Yanshan, who was very destined to be with Zhao Rong, also said: "Young Master Zhao, don't be humble. Since you have the fate to meet here today, I also want to appreciate a few more masterpieces of your masterpieces. Please chant one improvisedly to open my eyes."

He glanced at Huang Ji, who was malicious, and then looked at Mi Ning who was curious next to him. Zhao Rong then said, "Okay, since Mr. Yanshan is destined, then I will take the liberty to write another poem. Please correct me by Mr. Yanshan."

"Prince Zhao, please." Mr. Yanshan said with a smile.

In front of his sweetheart and under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhao Rong first pretended to look at the scenery of the Yangtze River in the distance, then cleared his throat and chanted loudly: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes."

The noisy venue suddenly became silent, and Huang Jiao suddenly widened his eyes, but Zhao Rong ignored it and continued to recite loudly on his own: "The right and wrong, success and failure are gone, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine meets each other. How many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing at."

Until Zhao Rong finished singing for a long time, the scene was silent. Huang Ji's face gradually turned pale. Mi Ning looked at Zhao Rong with respect. Mi Youren, Huang Xiang, and Mr. Yanshan and others raised their heads and savored their artistic conception carefully. After a long time, Mi Youren rushed to the table, picked up the brush and danced the dragon and phoenix, quickly wrote Zhao Rong's poem on the snow-white rice paper, and then threw the pen to the ground, sighed to the sky: "From now on, this Linjiangxian is not easy to write."

"I was about to say this." Mr. Yanshan also sighed.

It was still at this time that earth-shaking cheers and applause broke out around him. Countless Runzhou students either gave thumbs up to Zhao Rong or bowed to Zhao Rong to show their respect. Zhao Rong forced himself to calm down and kept holding his fists to thank him. Then, when the colorful sounds were a little rest, Zhao Rong asked Huang Ji: "Brother Huang, can this improvised Linjiang Fairy be your eyes?"

Huang Ji's face gradually began to turn blue, but Huang Ji still refused to give up. He suddenly had an idea and hurriedly said to Zhao Rong: "Young Master Zhao, your poem Linjiang Xian is indeed generous and tragic, and it is meaningless. But I wonder if the young master is not only proficient in poetry, but also good at calligraphy. Can you please write it immediately to let us see Mr. Zhao's calligraphy attainments?"

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, but silently took out a pen from his arms - a quill, and then said: "Young Master Huang, I am not good at soft-brush calligraphy, and I only like hard-brush calligraphy. I just don't know if Mr. Huang, you have any research on this hard-brush calligraphy?"

"Hard pen calligraphy? What is that?"

Huang Ji was stunned for a moment, and everyone was surprised by the great calligraphers such as Mi Youren and Huang Xiang next to him, and asked: "Young Master Zhao, what is hard pen calligraphy?"

Zhao Rong did not answer, but just sat quickly to a table with paper and ink, then dipped it in ink with a quill pen, and wrote the full text of the rolling water of the Yangtze River on rice paper in a very neat manner. Then he held it in front of Mi Youren with both hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Yuanhui, please see how this hard pen calligraphy created by the younger generation?"

He took Zhao Rong's hard pen calligraphy very carefully. Mi Youren, Huang Xiang and others first held their breath and quietly admired it for a long time. Then Mi Youren raised his head and asked in disbelief: "Young Master Zhao, did you create this hard pen calligraphy yourself?"

"That's right." Zhao Rong replied without blushing, and explained: "I don't know what happened. No matter how I practice brush calligraphy, I can't practice it well. Instead, I accidentally wrote with a hard pen. I found it was easy to do it, so I racked my brains to make this kind of quill pen and created this hard pen calligraphy."

Mi Youren refused to answer, but asked Zhao Rong to take a closer look at the goose brush in his hand, and then gave an evaluation, saying, "It is unique and has the same effect as the thin gold body of today's officials."

"From now on, there will be another school of calligraphy in the world." Huang Xiang also commented.

When Zhao Rong was secretly proud, the Mr. Yanshan also took Zhao Rong's copybook from Mi Youren and looked carefully, and then sighed: "I don't expect that I will leave this time and return to Beijing to report my life. I have been lingering in Runzhou for a few days. Not only can I read two wonderful poems of ancient and modern times, but I can also see this hard pen calligraphy appearing in the world with my own eyes. It is worth it for me to stay in Runzhou for a few days."

"The old senior is too awarded." Zhao Rong was hypocritical and humble, and asked casually: "By the way, I don't know the old senior's name, the old senior's name is..."

"My name is the Emperor." Mr. Yanshan replied casually.
Chapter completed!