Seeing the hesitant look on Zhu Tong's face, Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately darkened his face and asked dissatisfied.

"Wei Chen doesn't dare!"

Zhu Tong hurriedly denied it, reluctantly took out a bamboo tube from his arms, opened the lid, took out the piece of paper on which Hu Fei wrote the poem, and handed it to Pang Yuhai who stepped forward.

Pang Yuhai carefully handed the bamboo tube into Zhu Yuanzhang's hands, and couldn't help but stop and stand aside, planning to take a look.

The moment Zhu Yuanzhang opened it, he couldn't help but be stunned. It was almost the same as Zhu Tong's expression when he saw Hu Fei's font for the first time.

"Good words! Really good words!"

"What font is this? Why have I never seen it in ancient books?"

After Zhu Yuanzhang praised loudly several times, he couldn't help but ask.

"Your Majesty, I have never seen it before. Moreover, after I returned home, I checked the ancient books and official history. It seems that this type of font has never appeared before."

"However, Mr. Hu named this font before he left and named it Hu Ti."

Zhu Tong said seriously, his eyes never leaving the piece of paper.

"Hu Ti?! Hu Ti?!"

"Haha, he is not humble at all, he actually named this body after his own surname!"

Zhu Yuanzhang recited twice silently and said with a smile.

If he were to know the real reason why Hu Fei was named Hu Ti, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"After this incident, Mr. Hu is bound to become a leader among the younger generation of Ming Dynasty literary circles, and even influence the entire literary world. Now it has spread in the capital city, saying that Mr. Hu is the god of poetry who descended to earth, and it is difficult for Li and Du to surpass him.

."

Zhu Tong couldn't help but said.

"The God of Poetry descends to earth?!"

"Yes, yes, I underestimated him before."

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then said deeply. As he spoke, he put the paper into the bamboo tube and placed it in the corner where he sat.

"His Majesty..."

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's natural behavior, Zhu Tong opened his mouth, his face full of grievance, and he almost cried.

"Hmm? What else does Zhu Qing have to do?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Tong pretending to be confused and asked hesitantly.

"That's what Wei Chen and Mr. Hu are coming for..."

Zhu Tong swallowed, gathered up his courage, and said with a grimace.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I accept Zhu Qing's wishes. I'm very relieved that Zhu Qing personally brought it to the palace for me."

"By the way, I just said that you have merit, so you should be rewarded."

"Zhu Tong presided over the poetry and calligraphy conference for his meritorious service. He was rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and a hundred pieces of brocade!"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said loudly to Pang Yuhai.

"The slave obeys the order."

Pang Yuhai bowed and replied, covering his mouth and snickering.

"I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness."

Zhu Tong moved his mouth, wanting to get the things back, but knowing that there was no hope, he could only bow and thank him.

"Is there anything else wrong with Zhu Qing?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Tong and asked again.

"Wei Chen resigns."

Zhu Tong shook his head, bowed with a grimace, and left the Yangxin Hall in despair, as if he had lost his soul.

After Zhu Tong left, Zhu Yuanzhang took out the bamboo tube again and took out Hu Fei's original handwriting. He couldn't put it down and smiled all over his face.

“What a poem!”

"Good words!"

Pang Yuhai snickered and turned around to reward Zhu Tong, leaving Zhu Yuanzhang to appreciate it alone...
Chapter completed!