No one expected that Gao Qi would give up so easily, faster than Yang Ji.
But no one said that Gao Qi was incompetent. Gein's song "Viewing the Cutting Wheat" was really shocking. They knew whether he could write such a poem.
Moreover, they are competing for literature, and naturally they are competing to see whose poems are better.
At present, Zhu Jun's poems are far better than "Fishing Ci". How can Gao Qi be so embarrassed in front of everyone?
Besides, His Royal Highness is still watching.
If word spreads in the future, wouldn't Gao Qi be laughed at by everyone?
Zhu Jun nodded. At least these people had some moral integrity. If they told lies with their eyes open, he wouldn't mind letting them know what cruelty is!
"Next person!"
When Zhu Jun shouted these words, the losers behind him cheered again.
"Brother Six, you are so awesome!" Zhu Zhen's eyes were shining when he looked at Zhu Jun.
Zhu Boring and Zhu Stirrup were similar. They knew that their sixth brother was good at business and fighting, but they didn't expect that his literary talents were so good.
Yang Ji and Gao Qi, both famous scholars all over the world, were instantly impressed by Sixth Brother.
Let’s see who dares to say that their sixth brother is an ignorant lunatic!
For a moment, they couldn't help but feel proud, feeling lucky to have such a brother.
Above the Fengtian Hall, the king's dog was numb.
This lunatic is really good, and his songs are better than each other. You said you were so talented, how could you cause such a big thing?
In Wang Gouer's view, Zhu Jun definitely did it on purpose.
He looked at the emperor on the dragon throne and saw that his mouth was grinning to the back of his ears, and he sighed in his heart.
"This is a good song. When the time comes, copy it down and show it to those who are unimproved. What are you doing with the salary from the court?
We, the sixth one, are sensible, have compassion on the people, and do practical things for them! "
Zhu Yuanzhang is really happy. This song "Guan Mao Mao" really expresses his heart.
Lao Zhu, who was born in a poor peasant family, understands the suffering of the people best. Zhu Jun said that he sympathizes with the people and always practices it. He is happy that Zhu Jun has such awareness!
At this time, it was not just Fengtian Palace, but also Kunning Palace.
Queen Ma was also waiting anxiously.
At this moment, a eunuch hurriedly ran into Kunning Palace and said, "Queen, you have won. Your Highness, King Wu, has won again!"
After saying this, Empress Ma was delighted and said, "Tell me, what poems did my son write again?"
Queen Mu and others, as well as all the unmarried princesses, listened carefully.
"King Wu composed "Guan Mao Mao", and with just one song, Gao Qi, who was famous all over the world, took the initiative to surrender!" The eunuch performed the song so vividly that Queen Ma was beaming.
Especially after hearing the content of this poem, I was full of praise.
Chang couldn't help but said: "Sixth brother has always loved the people. When I saw him today, it turned out that it was just as he said, knowing and doing."
Empress Ma smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Li Yanxi's good teaching."
Concubine Mu said: "No matter how good your teacher is, it still requires the intelligence of King Wu himself. From my sister's point of view, Your Highness has inherited my sister's Hui Zhi Lan Xin!"
Although she knew that Concubine Mu was flattering her, Empress Ma could not help but be happy. For her, it was more important than anything else for her children to become talented and promising.
After taking "Guan Hua Mao" over, Queen Ma hurriedly urged: "Let's explore again. If there is any news, come and report it as soon as possible!"
Not only within the palace, the story of Zhu Jun's literary fight with a group of long-famous literati also quickly spread out of the palace.
When Zhu Jun's new creation was made, the people in the palace spread the word as quickly as possible.
But Zhu Jun still didn't know how much attention this literary fight would attract.
At this time, Xu Bi stepped forward and said, "Xu Bi, a common man, is good at painting landscapes. However, time is tight, and large landscapes are too time-consuming. In order not to delay the afternoon break, how about painting figures if you are brave?"
Xu Ben looked at Zhu Jun with much more respect. No matter how good Zhu Jun was, he could write a poem like "Guan Mao Mao", which is enough to show how profound his literary talent is.
Although he didn't think that Zhu Jun could surpass him in painting, but since the other party was so confident, it meant that he must have dabbled in calligraphy and painting.
Landscapes are difficult to draw, but figures, although simple, are even more difficult to draw.
The simpler something is, the more it tests basic skills.
Those present who knew how to draw couldn't help but nod, secretly praising Xu Ben for his intelligence.
Zhu Jun smiled. He was good at drawing figures. Sketching was his natural ability. Although he was also very good at Chinese painting, to be honest, he still felt a little unsure when facing a painter like Xu Ben.
Painting relies on talent. In the eyes of experts, the standards for good painting are different.
It's like you copied a copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", but it's useless even if you copy it.
Teacher Daqian’s shrimp painting, can it be the same as yours?
"Okay, let's draw. In order to save time, let's choose one person and follow the drawing. Whoever draws the most like and fastest will win, how about it?" Zhu Jun said.
"Okay!" Xu Ben nodded and looked at the expensive paints on the table with his index finger moving. These paints are made from gold and stone and are very expensive. He usually doesn't want to use such expensive paints when painting, but today he can get by. Got addicted.
Zhu Jun was even simpler. He said to Xun Busan behind him: "Did you bring the pencil?"
"Yes, I brought it with you!" Xun Busan knew Zhu Jun's drawing ability, and Zhu Jun sometimes assigned tasks. He was afraid that he would not remember it, so he would carry a special pencil with him. It was not only convenient, but also Can also be wiped.
Taking the pencil from Xun Busan, Zhu Jun nailed the white paper on top with a piece of wood.
Everyone was extremely puzzled when they saw Zhu Jun's operation.
Especially Xu Bi.
But he didn't say anything, he just looked at Song Lian and said, "Brother Jing Lian, can I trouble you?"
Naturally, Song Lian would not refuse and walked into the crowd, "Let's paint!"
Zhu Jun didn't waste any time, sat down, picked up a pencil and started tracing.
Unlike poetry, where others cannot see clearly, painting is different, everyone can see clearly.
With only a few strokes, Zhu Jun outlined a human figure.
Take a closer look, isn't it Song Lian?
Everyone was stunned.
"What kind of painting technique is this? It's simply unheard of!"
"That's charcoal, right? Isn't it too childish to draw with this?"
Everyone was talking about it.
And Xu Ben is still mixing paint at the moment.
After he mixed the paint, Song Lian appeared on Zhu Jun's drawing board!
Every one of them is incredible.
"Quick, this is too fast!"
"What kind of painting is this?"
"It looks like it's a new way of painting!"
Everyone was stunned. Even though everyone present had read the Four Books and Five Classics and was proficient in poetry and poetry, they were also frightened by Zhu Jun's painting skills.
It’s fast, convenient, and most importantly, the characters in the painting are as if they were reproduced.
This is beyond their knowledge!
