When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Zhu Biao's words, he nodded in understanding.

I have never seen "Han Shi Tie", but I have heard of Su Shi. He is indeed a talented person. His poetry, articles on state affairs, music, calligraphy and food are all outstanding.

"No, no, this method has a bit of Zhao Mengfu's work. The word 'Zhi' is so elegant, and there is also some of Huang Tingjian's. Looking at the word 'Yu', it seems to have a little bit of Mi Fu's movement..."

Wu Chen has studied calligraphy deeply, and seeing such a unique style of font, which is natural, simple and natural, it is definitely the work of everyone.

At first glance, this Qi Gong style is ordinary, but after a second look, I realize that it is profound, profound and inclusive. It was originally created by Mr. Qi Gong standing on the shoulders of previous calligraphers.

"We didn't realize how good the writing was." Zhu Yuanzhang saw Wu Chen's look and looked at the two poems in his hands.

The second song was also shown to them now, but Zhu Yuanzhang did not show the third and fourth songs.

Wu Chen heard Zhu Yuanzhang's words and said: "Your Majesty's discerning eye, this should have been studied not long ago. It seems that I am not very familiar with it. The word 'turn over' in the second song is a bit clumsy, but it must be It’s everyone who can write such words.”

Wu Chen also saw some small shortcomings, but they did not prevent the font from coming out.

If Zhang Feng were here, he would definitely exclaim that Wu Chen’s eyes are really vicious. Qi Gong’s body is originally based on Xing’s regular script, with a tight structure, thin and straight body, and neat and neat compositions.

In the study, Wu Chen became more and more obsessed with reading. He had copied all kinds of fonts, but he had never seen anything like this.

Wu Chen raised his head, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang longingly, and said: "Your Majesty, who is the calligrapher who wrote this poem? Please introduce me to me!"

A pair of hot eyes looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.

If this person can write such a font, he can already start a sect.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't want Zhang Feng to be exposed yet, and it was impossible to introduce him.

"This person is withdrawn and doesn't like to interact with outsiders. This may disappoint you."

Zhu Yuanzhang said that he was about to put away the two poems.

When Wu Chen heard Zhu Yuanzhang's words, he thought of the last sentence of the second poem, "Hiding in prison to unite". It was really different. Some worldly masters hid in the mountains, but he hid in a prison. , Sure enough, the great hermit is hiding in the city, and the master is in jail as if he is hiding in the world.

"Your Majesty, don't put it away yet. What is this person's name?"

Wu Chen saw that Zhu Yuanzhang was about to put away the poem manuscript. He hadn't seen enough of such fonts. It was a genre of its own. If he could copy it, it would be a joy in life.

"We didn't even ask for the name. Let's just call him Anonymous!" Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it and realized that he had indeed never asked Zhang Feng his name. This couldn't be considered a lie.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Di were standing nearby, rolling their eyes at Zhu Yuanzhang. This old man with red lips and white teeth was actually telling lies.

They knew Zhang Feng’s name early on, so there was no need to ask.

Of course, from this point, the two of them also knew that Zhu Yuanzhang did not want others to know the existence of Zhang Feng, so he used the name Anonymous.

Wu Chen wanted to continue to get to the bottom of it, but Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said: "Okay, Wu Chen, didn't you say that Hu Han passed away? Why do you have time to talk about this here? If you have nothing to do, just go down."

If he had not seen these two poems, Wu Chen would have wanted to leave the study quickly, but after seeing these two, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could not move anywhere.

"Your Majesty, Hu Han's affairs can be slowed down. There are people to help him take care of his funeral. This poem is the top priority." Seeing such good words, Wu Chen had already put aside Hu Han's death.

It is important to get this poem first. "Can Wei Chen take this poem back and copy it for a few days? Wei Chen promises that he will send it back completely after copying it."

Wu Chen watched Zhu Yuanzhang put away both poems and became anxious.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that these literati were trouble, and seeing such things was like seeing a treasure.

After thinking for a while, he took out the first poem and said: "Since you want to copy it, I will let you copy this first mourning poem and return it after three days. The others are not allowed. If you have any opinions,

, we have to ask someone to send you away."

The two of them took a step back, only Wu Chen. If it had been anyone else, Zhu Yuanzhang might have kicked him out directly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." It was good to hear that Zhu Yuanzhang was willing to let him take the first poem post.

There are twenty-eight characters in it. I just took the time to copy it these days, and I can also get a glimpse of its writing skills.

"Get it, but don't let us break it."

Zhu Yuanzhang handed it to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen is more careful than Zhu Yuanzhang. Only people like Wu Chen know how precious such poems are.

Just like when Yan Zhenqing wrote "Manuscript for Nephew Memorial", when Yan Zhenqing heard the news of his nephew's death, he was filled with sadness and took up his pen. He wrote it in that state of mind. When he wrote it again later, he couldn't describe that feeling at all.

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This is the case with this first mourning poem, and there seems to be a sadness contained in it.

Zhu Yuanzhang thought that fewer words would be better than more words, but Wu Chen actually felt that the first song was better than the second.

It's just a pity that Zhu Yuanzhang didn't take out the third and fourth songs.

"Even if my bones are broken, I will not damage this poem poster." Wu Chen carefully held the poem poster and continued: "Your Majesty, such a good poem poster should be supported by the framer first.

Then use damask to frame it, so as to protect the poem."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said: "That's true, we will have it framed later."

In the end, Wu Chen left with the poems in hand with an excited look on his face. Every beard on his face seemed to be trembling with joy, completely ignoring the death of his friend Hu Han.

Influenced by Wu Chen, Zhu Yuanzhang also felt that these poems were good.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his two sons and asked, "Is it really like what Wu Chen said?"

Zhu Biao stood up and said: "Father, when I was studying in my early years, I copied "Duobao Pagoda", "Qinli Stele" and so on. At that time, I knew that a calligraphy work by such a master of calligraphy is worth thousands of gold, or even

Some literati are willing to spend all their wealth just for a single word."

After hearing Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at what Zhang Feng had written and said: "It turns out that Zhang Tianshi still has this ability. This is the first time we have seen Wu Chen like that."

"I didn't expect that Zhang Tianshi could also write poems, especially the line 'A cold brow points at a thousand people'. He is a real man!" Zhu Di liked it very much.

Zhu Biao smiled and said: "Zhang Tianshi is in prison now, and he doesn't care about spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

"In addition to these two poems, there is another one that we can all recognize as good." Zhu Yuanzhang took out the draft of his fourth poem just now, opened it, pressed it down with a ruler, and continued: "What, we just read this poem, we

Everyone feels so proud!"

Looking at the poem in front of him, Zhu Di's eyes flashed with golden light and he said: "Father, can you give this poem to your son?"
Chapter completed!