Wang Xing was not afraid of Zhu Jun, but he was wondering if he would cause trouble for Lan Yu by standing out like this.
After thinking about it, he said: "Brother Zhong Wen's calligraphy is far better than mine!"
When Song Ke heard this, he naturally knew that Wang Xing was being modest, so he said, "Since Brother Banxuan can trust me, let me do it."
Seeing their chatter, Zhu Jun said, "Can you do it? Have you decided?"
Zhang Yu thought for a while, then stood up and said, "I compose the lyrics!"
Liang Shi, one of the ten friends, came out and said, "Let me compose a poem!"
"Okay, let's get started!" Zhu Jun urged.
Song Ke was unwilling to take advantage of this, "King Wu fought against us with his own strength, and he already suffered a loss. This time, King Wu should take the lead!"
"Yes, King Wu takes the lead!" Zhang Yu and Liang Shi also said in unison.
No matter whether they win or lose, if word spreads that the three of them bullied Zhu Jun alone, even if they win, they will be said to be weak in victory.
"Are you sure?" Zhu Jun said in surprise.
"OK!" Song Ke and others nodded heavily.
Zhu Jun smiled, "Okay, let's fight quickly!"
With that said, he walked to the table, and this time, he spread out a large piece of paper.
Everyone felt that Zhu Jun had become serious.
But when they think of Zhu Jun's scrawled handwriting, many people find it funny. Even a five- or six-year-old child who is just learning to write can write more neatly than him.
Perhaps Zhu Jun was talented in poetry and could paint, but he was definitely not good at writing.
In the eyes of many people, Zhu Jun was destined to lose this game.
Song Ke asked him to take the initiative, actually wanting him to retreat in the face of difficulties.
After all, the first few lost too quickly, which really damaged the reputation of the Four Elites of Wuzhong and the Ten Friends of Beiguo.
"Uncle Six, get them all down!" Zhu Yingxiong shouted towards Zhu Jun.
Zhu Jun smiled and said, "Look!"
After saying this, he picked up his pen and started writing quickly on the white paper.
It's just that this time it's different from the previous scrawling and sloppiness. Both the posture and method of holding the pen are correct.
When everyone saw this, they didn't take it seriously. It's not like you can write well just by holding a pen.
No calligraphy master can be trained hard over time. Some people have been writing for a lifetime, but they can only write neatly.
Anyone who can become a master of calligraphy must have acquired the true meaning.
There is no shortage of talent or hard work.
But Wei Guan, Yang Ji and others could clearly see Wei Guan standing in front of Zhu Jun.
When Zhu Jun finished writing the first line, their expressions changed, and then they looked at each other.
Wei Guan asked in a low voice: "What font is this? Why have I never seen it before? Brother Yang, your calligraphy is good, but have you seen this font?"
Yang Ji shook his head, "I've never seen it before!"
A possibility flashed in Xu Bi's mind, "Could this be a new font?"
New font?
The two stopped talking. Thinking about it carefully, it was really possible.
So, my heart was shocked beyond measure.
In poetry and painting, Zhu Jun has demonstrated three powerful talents. An ordinary person can transcend the ordinary and become a genius. But if the three go hand in hand, he is the genius among geniuses. Most of these literati are romantic figures in history. .
And Zhu Jun has now shown a fourth talent, which is calligraphy!
Even if Zhu Jun started practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, it would only have lasted twenty years. How good could he have written?
But the word in front of them made the three of them speechless. They stared at Zhu Jun's pen intently.
I can see that Zhu Jun's writing is agile and fast, his handwriting is thin and vigorous, even thin without losing its flesh, and his writing is free and unrestrained.
This font seems to have its own system and writing method.
Even though the three of them are not calligraphers, they still know that this is something remarkable.
From ancient times to the present, literati and poets are like crucian carp crossing the river. How many people have created fonts that are sought after by people all over the world?
We have to wait for Zhu Jun to finish writing the details.
Song Ke and others were also curious and wanted to know what was written, but they did not come forward because of their dignity.
The atmosphere at the scene fell into silence for a while, with only Zhu Jun busy somewhere.
After a long while, Zhu Jun took a long breath, pulled aside the large paper filled with writing, and then pulled out another large paper and started writing.
Everyone was stunned again, haven't they finished writing yet?
Even from a distance, everyone could see that the white paper was full of words.
With so many words, could it be that Zhu Jun was writing a fu?
Can he really write?
As long as they master the poetry skills, even ordinary students can put together a poem, but it's hard to say whether it's good or bad.
Kefu is extraordinary, it is somewhere between poetry and prose. It emphasizes literary grace and rhythm, and has the characteristics of both poetry and prose. Ordinary people can't say it is good at writing, but Kefu often contains hundreds of words. If you don't have any ink in your belly, you won't be able to write it at all. Dare to touch.
Now everyone was more curious about what kind of works Zhu Jun could write.
Not only were they curious, but Zhu Yuanzhang outside Fengtian Hall was also curious. There was no movement below for a long time. Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up from the dragon chair and walked down.
Wang Gou'er saw this and hurriedly followed.
When he reached the crowd, before they could kneel down and salute, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to stop them, "Shut up, don't disturb our sixth brother's writing!"
Everyone nodded, not daring to say a word.
The arrival of Zhu Yuanzhang also put great pressure on everyone present.
Especially this group of people from the Hanlin Academy.
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Yu, and then waved to Zhu Yingxiong. Zhu Yingxiong hurried over and took Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, "Grandpa Huang, why are you here?"
Zhu Yuanzhang pretended to be unhappy, "Isn't it because of your incompetent sixth uncle?"
Zhu Yingxiong said hurriedly: "Grandpa Huang, why do you want to wait until the fight is over? You must not influence Uncle Six at this time!"
Seeing the nervousness on his grandson's face, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted, "We want to see what he can write. If he doesn't write well, we can't spare him!"
Even though he said this, his heart was like a cat scratching his head, and he couldn't help but think, "This bastard knows that we are coming and doesn't even look at me. How does he look a little bit scared?"
He couldn't help but stretched his neck, wanting to see what Zhu Jun wrote, but due to the majesty of the emperor, he could only sit there motionless.
Zhu Yu knew his father very well, and knew that he must be worried about Zhu Jun before he came down to calm him down.
"Father, believe in Sixth Brother, he will definitely not let us down!" Zhu Yu said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang curled his lips and said nothing.
Zhu Jun was also tired and sweating profusely at the moment. He hadn't written so many words for a long time. In order to write better and leave the palace as soon as possible, he also worked hard.
Finally, after half a stick of incense, Zhu Jun let out a sigh of relief and threw the pen aside, "It's over, just take a look!"
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, everyone's curiosity reached its peak.
Everyone wants to see Zhu Jun's masterpiece!
