Zheng Yanqing has also entered the state at this time.

White hair floats on green water, red palms push clear waves...

"Good poems, good words!"

When Yan Qing finished writing the last stroke, Du Ruhui couldn't help but stroking his hands and applauded. Sun Simiao's brows had already stretched out, and he smiled and nodded gently. Goose, goose, goose, rosy, singing towards the sky. White hair floated on the green water, and red palms blew the clear waves!

Xu Gai recited it loudly, and then couldn't help but cheer.

Zheng Yanqing's face turned red at this time.

But it was not because of the rising drunkenness, but because of shame... It would be fine if he stole Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy style, but now he stole Luo Binwang's poem about goose. I don't know if Luo Binwang was born now, it's really a shameful person.

The singer and dancer beside him pointed at the poem on the wall.

"Come, come... I'll copy this poem for me, hurry up, this first version is mine, don't compete with me."

Du Ruhui danced and shouted loudly.

There was a kabuki running over and carefully rubbing it.

Sun Simiao smiled, "As soon as Yan Qing is released, I think no one dares to chant the goose again!"

Zheng Shi'an was already confused at this time!

He knew that his grandson could write good handwriting.

But I didn't expect that Yan Qing could still write poetry? When did this kid learn the skills? Could it be that he is really a genius?

Xu Shiji couldn't help asking, "Yan Qing, whose style of calligraphy are you copying?"

Before Zheng Yanqing could answer, Du Ruhui said first: "Little brother, the word Yanqing is not copied. This was created by him based on Cai Zhonglang's Liu Xiong Monument and Wang Youjun's Sangqiu Tie, and combined the meaning of sword dancing, and he created it."

"ah?"

Xu Shiji believed that he was extremely talented, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but exclaim.

As for Xu Gai, he was even more stunned.

Original style of calligraphy? Oh my god, this little guy is too evil... I thought Mr. Sun had said a little too much. But now it seems that not to mention Yonge, if he is older, who would dare to write in front of him?

Sun Simiao asked in a deep voice: "Yan Qing, have you figured out your name?"

"Ode to the goose!"
Chapter completed!