Zhao Han was afraid of making mistakes in simplified and traditional Chinese, so he wrote a poem called "Quiet Night Thoughts". He thought his calligraphy was passable and he practiced it in a training class for several years when he was in elementary school.

Fei Yinghuan felt a headache when he saw it: "How did your father teach you to practice calligraphy? Even my stupid son can write better than you!"

Zhao Han could only say: "My family is poor, I care about paper and ink, and there are not many opportunities to practice calligraphy."

"That's all, I'll practice more in the future..." Fei Yinghuan suddenly stared at the poem and asked in surprise, "Who did you learn this calligraphy from?"

Zhao Han replied: "My father created it."

Fei Yinghuan couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Your Majesty is a master of calligraphy! Such a font looks like Taige but not Taige. It is simple and steady, neither flattering nor vulgar, and the glyph structure is even more exquisite."

Uh, it's just Qi Gong style, which is practiced in calligraphy training classes.

Fei Yinghuan quickly said: "Write some more poems quickly, I want to study this style!"

Even if Zhao Han was not trained as a key child and was only raised as a boy, Fei Yinghuan would still have to teach him personally.

A good portable boy can serve as the owner's facade.

You can imagine this scene. Several scholars are traveling together, each with a boy following them. Suddenly, someone became very interested in poetry and asked the boy to study the ink and record it. His own poems were excellent, and the boy's calligraphy was wonderful. They complemented each other and were very impressive.

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Therefore, boys who are valued by their masters often do not do any menial work, but are tutored by their masters themselves, and spend their free time reading and practicing calligraphy.
Chapter completed!