"Ding, the host has become the scapegoat. The random lottery has been activated.”
"Ding! The lucky draw has ended. Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wang Xizhi's talent-Calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy!”
Boom!
A formless and majestic experience, like the water of the celestial river, burst through the dam and crashed into his body.
In an instant, Luo Zhao seemed to see a Wei Jin fanatic deep in the bamboo forest, his brush moving like dragons and snakes, his ink dancing like the wind.
The brush and ink landed on the bamboo slip and actually penetrated it.
Those words were like stars, moons, birds, beasts, mountains, and rivers. They contained all things in the world and all living beings in the universe.
That word actually had a soul!
Luo Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and his blood had already been engraved with the unique brush strokes of the Sage of Calligraphy.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He knew that his hands could not only wield knives and spears, but also write the Spring and Autumn Annals.
"Is this the calligraphy technique of the Sage of Calligraphy? It seems that calligraphy can be so profound when practiced to the extreme."
Luo Zhao clicked his tongue in wonder, as if he had actually verified some martial arts principles from the calligraphy.
The atmosphere in the hall was deathly silent.
Everyone, including the King of Wei and Li Lizhi, looked at him in surprise.
They did not expect Luo Zhao to admit that he had deliberately torn Zhangsun Chong's poem.
What kind of method was this?
Was he deliberately showing off his jealousy?
It was too beneath her status and too embarrassing for Princess Chang Le…
The expressions of the young talents present quickly turned from shock to disdain.
They even started to complain about the injustice for Princess Chang Le and felt that it was a pity for her marriage.
A dignified princess married such a vulgar and narrow-minded martial artist. She was really unlucky…
The scholars sighed and shook their heads in regret.
"Fuma, you…"
Li Lizhi's beautiful face turned from shock to embarrassment. She didn't know how to deal with this situation.
Zhangsun Chong snapped out of his daze and sneered,""So it turns out that Prince Consort Luo is acting out of jealousy. No wonder then. Forget it, I don't care to haggle over every ounce with a narrow-minded person.”
After a round of mockery, Zhangsun Chong waved his sleeves and turned around with a laugh.
"You're thinking too much."
Behind him, Luo Zhao suddenly opened his mouth, his words carrying a deeper meaning.
Zhangsun Chong turned around, his eyes puzzled.
Luo Zhaohuan swept his gaze across the geniuses, his gaze sharp and disdainful, as if he was looking at ants.
"Our Great Tang was founded on martial arts, and we fought with blood and fire to conquer this land of ten thousand li.
You are the scholars of the Great Tang, but you lack the moral air of the Great Tang. The poems you write are all romantic, empty, and empty trash.
As for Young Master Zhangsun's essay, it's the best of the best.
Since it's trash, what's the use of keeping it? I naturally have to help His Highness tear it up!”
Luo Zhao's words stunned everyone.
Li Lizhi's beautiful face changed. She looked at him absentmindedly as if the person standing in front of her was not her husband.
The King of Wei, Li Tai, was also dumbstruck, his face filled with confusion.
His evaluation actually mocked all the scholars present!
Zhangsun Chong was also dumbfounded. He did not expect Luo Zhao to give such an excuse.
In the next moment, the hall exploded.
"What right does he have to say that our poems are trash?”
"That's right. If poetry doesn't write about romance, what else can it write?”
"He's a martial artist and doesn't know how to read.”
"It's a pity that Princess Chang Le married such a boorish man.”
Anger, pity, disgust, disdain…
All sorts of negative emotions enveloped the young scholars.
If they weren't afraid of Luo Zhao's identity and concerned about the dignity of a scholar, they would have already swarmed up and surrounded Luo Zhao.
"Brother-in-law, your words are a little too much…"
Li Tai scratched his forehead with an awkward expression and grumbled.
"This brother-in-law of mine is an interesting person…"
In the pavilion, the King of Shu, Li Ke, who had been invited, couldn't help but smile as he looked at Luo Zhao with interest.
In the main hall.
Zhangsun Chong suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter filled with mockery.
His laughter stopped abruptly. He snorted coldly and said,"Since Fuma Ye looks down on my poems, why don't you compose one so that we can experience Fuma Ye's literary talent.”
The moment Zhangsun Chong opened his mouth, all the scholars came to a sudden realization and joined in the jeering.
They were certain that Luo Zhao was illiterate and did not read poetry books, so he naturally could not write poetry. They wanted to force Luo Zhao to embarrass himself.
Li Lizhi frowned and complained to herself.
What she was worried about in the carriage just now had unfortunately happened.
Thinking of Luo Zhao cramming at the last minute and flipping through the books in the carriage, she broke out in a cold sweat and thought of pulling Luo Zhao away.
Although he would still be mocked if he left, it was at least better than letting Luo Zhao write an unbearable poem and being mocked by them.
Luo Zhao's expression was calm as he cupped his hands towards Li Tai."King of Wei, lend me your pen and paper!"
Li Tai was stunned for a moment before he realized that Luo Zhao was really going to compose a poem on the spot.
He was also worried that his brother-in-law's literary talent was vulgar and he wouldn't be able to write any good poems. He would be ridiculed by the scholars.
After all, he invited Luo Zhao here not to embarrass him, but to use the poetry meet to draw closer and win him over.
If Luo Zhao lost face and became angry, it wouldn't be good.
"Brother-in-law, actually..."
Just as Li Tai was about to persuade him, Zhangsun Chong shouted,""Didn't you hear that? Hurry up and get a brush and ink for the prince consort.”
Without needing the servants to do anything, a few young scholars personally took action and brought the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of Luo Zhao.
Luo Zhao dipped his brush in ink and closed his eyes, recalling the masterpieces he had learned in the future.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and began to splash ink.
The Calligraphy Saint's Writing Technique was activated!
The brush moved like a dragon and snake, not stopping for a moment. In an instant, a poem was completed.
Luo Zhao handed the calligraphy piece to Li Tai and smiled.""I made a mistake today and disturbed the atmosphere of Imperial Brother's poetry gathering. This humble poem can be considered as an apology to Imperial Brother.”
After saying that, Luo Zhao turned around and left.
Li Lizhi stood rooted to the ground, dazed. She didn't follow Luo Zhao.
Li Tai was also at a loss as he watched Luo Zhao leave. It took him a long time to recover from his shock, and he lowered his head to read the calligraphy work in his hands.
In the next moment.
Li Tai was ecstatic. His exaggerated expression was as if he had discovered a priceless treasure.
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