Of course, besides having a good impression, the most important thing is that both Gong Yuhao and the two little girls made him see the value.

They must be allowed to grow up instead of dying prematurely. To have such talents at such a young age is truly a rare talent, and for the empire, it is something that can only be encountered.

I only hope that when these children grow up, they can truly become the backbone of the empire.

These brothers and sisters are all extraordinary, and the eldest son who followed his father to the capital must be equally good.

The Yan family must have been blessed with such a few children because of the blessings accumulated by their ancestors over many generations.

To be honest, Xin Bujiang was envious of Yan Fengchi, whom he had yet to meet.

What kind of father does it take to raise such children?

How did he know that this matter actually had nothing to do with Father Yan, and people knew it from birth. Even His Majesty Yan Father, the First Emperor, was in this situation himself.

After breakfast, it was time for the uncles and nephews of the Xin family to say goodbye.

They were incompatible with each other, and it was rare for him to meet a few friends who were both geniuses and could make friends without any conflicts of interest. For the first time in his life, he felt a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Although he is a little younger than him, aren't these the Yan brothers and sisters, young men with unusual minds?

Xin Bujiang glanced at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the main hall of the Yan family and made a cheeky request: "Sir, calligraphy and painting are everyone's style. If you don't like it, I would be very happy. I wonder if I can give you a calligraphy treasure."

If Mr. Gongyu was just an ordinary woman, he would certainly not be so bold as to ask for the writing of other women.

But Gongyu's calligraphy and painting is worthy of everyone's praise. Not to mention women, even the great sages in the world's literary world may not be much better than this calligraphy and painting. He is also a man of culture. He was so happy when he saw Xun Xin that he shamelessly spoke.

To put it bluntly, no one would look at such calligraphy and painting masters from a secular perspective. When someone's talent reaches this level, they have already jumped out of the scope of secular standards.

If you show this level of performance, the world will call you Mr. Gongyu.

Previously, I called myself Lady Jun. Of course, being called Lady Jun is more respectful than calling me Madam. It is a recognition of a woman's status.

But Gong Yumingxi didn't expect that Prince Yu would actually call him Mr.

The word "Mr." is really not something that everyone can bear.

When people generously ask for calligraphy treasures, Gongyu Mingxi will naturally not refuse.

This face should still be given. After all, after the family enters Beijing, this person can happily deliver the house and a thousand taels of gold.

Gong Yumingxi responded with a smile.

Lingyu over there cleverly brought out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Fortunately, her second brother and third sister made money before and bought her mother high-quality pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Otherwise, no matter how good her calligraphy and painting is,

Without good pens, inks, paper and inkstones, it would not be able to reflect the level of everyone of my mother’s generation, and my mother’s calligraphy and painting would be in vain.

Serving Meiniang's pen and ink has always been Lingyu's patent.

After polishing the ink, I thought that although Xin Bujiang was a prince, for him, what might be more important to him was his status as a cultivator.

Gongyu Mingxi picked up the pen and wrote a piece of pen and ink freely.

At this time, Gongyu Mingxi was confident and calm, and his bearing was as bright as a star, making people unable to look at him.

Is this still the same smiling young woman from before?

His magnanimity makes people impressed.

"The sky is connected with the cloud waves and the dawn mist, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails. It's like the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor's home. Hearing the sky's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.

I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from poetry. The wind of ninety thousand miles was rising. The wind stopped, and the boat blew away to the fairy mountains."

Because there was no Penglai in Daxia, the abbot and the legend of the three mountains of Yingzhou, Gongyu Mingxi changed the three mountains into fairy mountains.

Xin Bujiang chanted softly.

Gongyu Mingxi smiled and said: "This is an idle work after a dream in the past, which made His Highness laugh."

Prince Yu said sternly: "Sir, what you said is wrong. The scene in this poem is fantastic, the artistic conception is ethereal, but it is also vast and magnificent. After reading it, it seems bold and majestic, and the artistic conception is vast and majestic. Such masterpieces are rare in the world! Let alone Mr.

His calligraphy is pure and elegant, and he can be called a master of his generation. It is really a blessing to have this calligraphy treasure from him today!"

"I really don't dare to be praised by His Highness." Gong Yumingxi said humbly and signed the word "Yi An".

After the ink was dry, the spirit jade was carefully rolled up, packed in a thin wooden tube of fragrant wood specially designed for storing calligraphy and painting, and presented to Xin Bujiang.

Xin Bujiang collected his cherished luggage, looked at Lingyu and smiled and asked: "I think your husband's son, three daughters and four daughters all have extraordinary talents. My little daughter is also very smart, but I don't know what she is good at?"

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Gongyu Mingxi smiled and said: "My children are all very smart, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, but my daughter is the most like me. She loves poetry and essays, and is very talented in poetry and articles. She may be better than her peers in the future. But

After all, you are still young, and you have to be taught slowly about your future."

Xin Bujiang knew that even though her little daughter may be considered delicate and frail, her talent is indeed commendable.

If Gongyu can boast that he will be better than his old master in the future, then this child is also a genius.

Damn, why did all the geniuses come to her house?

Why can’t one of my own family take the turn?

Xin Bujiang glanced at Xin Ruoxia with disdain. This kid used to look pretty good, but he has to be compared with others, and he has to throw away goods when comparing goods.

Looking at it today, that’s about it.

He is afraid of comparison in everything.

Disappointed, sad, uncomfortable!

But I don’t want to cry yet!

Xin Ruoxia was confused by his uncle Wang's disgusted glance. What's wrong? From the moment you were injured, I have served you with all my heart. Even your own son can't be more considerate and considerate than me!

Of course, Uncle Wang doesn't have a biological son yet, he only has one daughter, who is only three years old, and she can't take care of you.

I didn’t even say I was tired. You are not satisfied yet.

I won’t serve you on business trips anymore.

Xin Ruoxia expressed that she was disappointed with her uncle Wang's inconsiderate attitude.

The family relationship between uncle and nephew can easily capsize.

Xin Bujiang didn't bother to pay attention to his nephew's slander, and felt very regretful. Why didn't he have a son? If he had a son of the right age, no matter which one of the young girls from the Yan family he married, he would be a treasure.

Xin Bujiang glanced at his nephew with disgust again. He was too old and inappropriate!

Why wasn't this kid born a few years later? Why was he reincarnated so early?

However, although they are older, it is impossible to compare with the younger two, but they are only seven or eight years older than Lingsu girl, right? The difference is not too big? Is it possible to work hard? Is it possible to save it?

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But what was this kid doing all night?

What are you talking about with Gong Yuhao? How can you have fun with the conversation? The two young men chatted all night long, and the conversation was so lively that their balls ached from idleness?

The uncle and nephew took the dry food and snacks kindly sponsored by the Yan family and left.

After leaving the door, Xin Bujiang snorted coldly, rolled up his sleeves and walked in front, too lazy to pay any attention to his nephew.
Chapter completed!