Xiao Yu was born in a Jiangnan family, and the strength of Wei and Jin originated from Jiangnan, so he was more proficient in literature and calligraphy.
Wang Xizhi was the Saint of Calligraphy. All the scholars in the world wanted to master the calligraphy skills of the Saint of Calligraphy.
However, the reason why the Sage of Calligraphy was the Sage of Calligraphy was that his handwriting was not so easy to learn.
From ancient times until now, there were very few people who could obtain the charm of the Sage of Calligraphy.
However, the poem in front of him was written by the son-in-law of a poor family, but it had the charm of the Sage of Calligraphy. How could Xiao Yu not be shocked by such a wonderful calligraphy realm?
"The calligraphy is good, and this poem is even better. Men, hang it up for this old man!”
Xiao Yu was so excited that he couldn't sit still. He jumped up and couldn't wait to show this poem and calligraphy to the guests.
The servants hurriedly hung the calligraphy up high in front of the hall.
The guests were all curious, wondering what kind of good poem or calligraphy the Li family's son-in-law could have written that could make State Duke Song praise him so much. They couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Anger rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing, the rain stopped.
He raised his eyes and let out a long howl towards the sky.
Fifty years of fame and fortune, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road clouds and months.
Don't be idle, white youth's head, empty sorrow.
The shame of Koryo has not been avenged. When will the hatred of courtiers disappear?
He drove a long chariot and broke through the gap of Helan Mountain.
Ambition hungry to eat Xiongnu meat, smile light thirsty to drink Xiongnu blood.
To clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, to the imperial court!
The bold and powerful words that seemed to contain spirituality were read out by everyone.
Everyone!
Including Chai Shao who was scolded by Yang Zhao, the expression in their eyes changed from disapproving to shocked, finally settling on dumbstruck.
"What a good line,'The ambition to eat the meat of Hu Krupp, the laughter to drink the blood of Xiongnu.' This is the style of my Great Sui, what a good poem!”
In the silence, a generous cheer suddenly sounded.
The hall immediately exploded with cheers and excitement.
Yang Zhao had a master's degree in knowledge, so how could he not remember the later hero Yue Fei's River of Red, but he had slightly modified a few of them to fit the current situation.
He used this poem to praise Xiao Yu, who, despite his age, had not changed his heroic heart. He still had the heart to serve his country, remembered the humiliation of his two defeats against Goguryeo, and wanted to restore glory to the Great Sui.
On the surface, this poem was written for Xiao Yu, but in reality, it was to express Yang Zhao's own ambitions.
The officials and nobles present were all well-read and proficient in the six arts. How could they not be surprised by such a magnificent and intense work?
" He's from a Humble Class, but he can actually write such a poem. This..."
Chai Shao's expression was dazed as he looked at the hanging ink treasure and muttered to himself, sinking into deep confusion.
"The poem is a good poem, and the calligraphy is even better. Can't you see it?”
"Yes, this is the calligraphy style of the Sage of Calligraphy!”
The hall was once again filled with discussions.
The two talents that scholars dreamed of were poetry and good calligraphy.
Yang Zhao possessed the skill of the Calligraphy Saint, and his strokes were like Wang Xizhi's reincarnation. How could these guests not be shocked by the calligraphy he wrote?
"This calligraphy technique of the Sage of Calligraphy must have been practiced for more than thirty years. He has such attainments at such a young age.”
"This poem, this word, was it really written by that poor son-in-law?”
Everyone was immersed in the calligraphy and poetry, discussing animatedly and praising Yang Zhao, completely forgetting how they had mocked Yang Zhao just now.
These guests had also forgotten that they were celebrating Xiao Yu's birthday. They flocked forward, vying to admire this peerless masterpiece up close.
Chai Shao did not move, standing alone on the spot.
Looking at that piece of calligraphy that was surrounded by stars, Chai Shao couldn't help but feel deeply ashamed and angry.
He had never expected that the young man who had stolen the woman he admired would not only be skilled in archery, but also have such literary talent. He had even mastered the calligraphy of a calligraphy saint.
Such a talent in both civil and martial arts could be counted on one's fingers in the entire Great Sui.
If such a person was born in a noble family, it would not be a big deal. Why did he have to come from a poor family?
"I didn't expect Brother Li's live-in son-in-law to be so talented. Not to mention this poem, just this calligraphy work of the Sage of Calligraphy is enough to shock the world!
Sister has always liked calligraphy, and I have Wang Xizhi's " Preface to Orchid Collection " in my hands. I can take this calligraphy to the palace and give sister a surprise…
Xiao Yu's heart had already calmed down, and he secretly nodded. He smiled as he looked in the direction Yang Zhao had left, his eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.
In the corner, the white-robed young master who had followed Yang Zhao had witnessed the entire process of Yang Zhao's shocking poetry and calligraphy, winning the entire hall.
" To be able to write such poetry and calligraphy, this kid has really given me a huge surprise…"
The white-robed young master clicked his tongue in wonder. His eyes stared at the poem hanging high up in the sky. His eyes lit up as if he had obtained a precious treasure.
"Princess…Young Master, is this Yang Zhao's poetry that good?”The muscular guard didn't think much of it, obviously not knowing much about poetry.
"You don't understand. With such a poem and calligraphy, there are very few people in the world who can have such a literary talent. This person must be a great talent!”
The white-robed young master praised.
"I see. Then should we follow them?”
"Since we already know his background, there's no need to follow him. Let's go back to the palace. I'm going to tell father that I found a treasure for him.”
The white-robed young man's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he turned around and left.
In the side hall, Li Jiancheng was hiding alone, sulking.
Yang Zhao's unexpected appearance and the ridicule of the guests made him lose face. He didn't want to see Yang Zhao embarrass the Li family, so he quietly withdrew.
"This Yang Zhao, as the live-in son-in-law, what qualifications does he have to personally congratulate State Duke Song on his birthday? You didn't even bring a gift, you've really lost the face of my Tang Public House!”
Li Jiancheng secretly gritted his teeth, his face full of anger. He was thinking about how to complain to Li Yuan after returning to the residence.
At this moment, cheers came from the lobby.
Li Jiancheng became suspicious and sent his servants to investigate.
A moment later, the servant ran back excitedly and shouted,""Young master, son-in-law wrote a poem that won the applause of the entire hall. Gongye Xiao liked it very much and kept it as a treasure!”
"What?"
Li Jiancheng's expression changed drastically as he jumped up.
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