After saying this, Zhao Rong slowly stood up. He had a problem, that is, he didn't know why. Whenever he "writes poetry", he always liked to stand. Perhaps because this so-called writing poetry was just a copy of a suitable poem from his memory, right? In short, he didn't know why, but he just liked to stand up. Others also had a very sufficient momentum when he stood up to write poetry, and never thought about why this person wrote poetry like this. After all, most poets also stood up when writing poetry.

But when Zhao Rong was about to copy a poem in his memory casually, Jiang Xin spoke. He smiled, and then looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Young Master Yunhua, wait, I have a question in my heart. I don't know if I should ask. I wonder if Mr. Yunhua can solve my doubts?"

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment. He knew that things were definitely not that simple. It would definitely not be a simple so-called so-called solution. I am afraid that this person would ask him some more questions, but he didn't care. What problems could this person ask for himself? He looked at Jiang Xin and said, "Mr. Jiang, don't know if you have any doubts? Although, if you can answer them below, you will definitely answer them."

Jiang Xin just smiled, then looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Young Master Yunhua, I said it below. I don't know how to write and paint, but when I was just looking at this painting, I was inexplicably filled with blood. I felt that I saw the army trampling through mountains and rivers, and also seemed to see the outer boundary outside the sky and the sun. So I had an idea. Why would Master Yunhua mention a poem on this painting?"

Zhao Rong smiled, and he knew that this man would not let him escape so easily. He looked at Jiang Xin and said, "Mr. Jiang was really observing carefully. When he was painting this painting below, he really thought of these things. There is some such inexplicable things in the artistic conception of this painting. Are you planning to write a poem below, but I don't know if Mr. Jiang wrote the poem on this painting, or if I wrote it myself?"

Jiang Xin smiled and then said, "Young Master Yunhua was joking. This is your own poem and his own painting. How can you transgress it? It would be better if the young master wrote it on it. I guess your master's handwriting is also a great collection. The combination of calligraphy, painting, characters, and verses is an excellent collection."

Zhu Fengyang also saw what Jiang Xin wanted to do at this time, but he knew that Zhao Rong's handwriting was indeed good. He looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Yes, Mr. Jiang said it well, Yun Hua, your handwriting is also good, just write it on. I will collect this painting at that time. I may not see such a treasure in a hundred years?"

In fact, Zhu Fengyang was humble. Zhao Rong's handwriting was not just good? This was simply very good, because Zhao Rong's handwriting was a font created by a calligraphy master in later generations, which was vague and impermanent. It was called Chu style by people at that time because the person who created this kind of font was called Chu Wuchang.

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, then I'll write a frontier poem to mention it on this painting. But Mr. Jiang, since you want to see this painting and verse, why don't you polish the ink for it? You can also watch the verse and fonts up close, which is more than just killing two birds with one stone?"

As soon as he said this, the people present wanted to laugh a little. After all, no matter how Jiang Xin was, he was a scholar and a head of the family. Wouldn't Zhao Rong do this to crush Jiang Xin's face? But it was indeed like this, because Zhao Rong was ready to break up with this person completely, because he knew that Jiang Xin would not give up, but Zhao Rong was not a good-for-nothing person. Why should he accept this grievance? This time, the ink grinding was just a lesson to Mr. Jiang Xin. If this person was like this, it would not be just a ink grinding.

Jiang Xin held his face, his face turned red and green, but he had no choice but to refuse, because this was what he said first, so he could only walk to Zhao Rong's side very aggrievedly and start polishing ink for Zhao Rong.

Zhu Fengyang, who was standing aside, smiled at this moment. He was thinking about when this bad-tempered Young Master Yunhua could be. Who would have thought that this person would immediately start a counterattack. He had seen this temper. If such a small counterattack was probably the one who suppressed the anger in his heart. If Mr. Jiang Xin was not sure of restraining his provocation, he was afraid that this person would really be popular.

But will Jiang Xin stop easily? No, Jiang Xin will not stop easily, because he knew that if Zhao Rong did not get rid of it, his position would be in danger. For the sake of his rights, this person would definitely make a fool of himself, and he would continue to take action and would never give up. Zhao Rong knew this, Jiang Xin knew, and Zhao Rong also knew about it.

But all three of them knew that the temporary peace would be maintained, because this is the Winter Games, and none of them wanted to tear each other apart here, but Zhu Fengyang was a little worried. If Jiang Xin was desperate and desperate, would Zhao Rong be prepared? But for a while, Zhu Fengyang let go of his worries, because he knew that Zhao Rong could not have loopholes. In this regard, this person must have prepared. Just looking at the boy's preparations in the road, he could know that this person was a very forbidden person. If there were any loopholes, it was probably the intention of this person to lure someone to take the bait.

Zhu Fengyang put down his worries and looked at Zhao Rong writing the poem with all his heart.

Zhao Rong pretended to think for a while, and then copied a famous frontier poem from Nalan Rongruo's poem. To be honest, Nalan Rongruo really didn't write many frontier poems, but only these few poems are very famous because this person doesn't write, but if he writes it, it will definitely be the best. This is the reputation of the poet.

After all, he was one of the three major poets in the early Qing Dynasty. Even the one who vaguely had the title of the first poet in the early Qing Dynasty said that literati were inferior to each other and it was so difficult for one person to admit that another person was better than him? But Nalan Rongruo did it, and the poem that Zhao Rong was about to plagiarize was the frontier poem with few digits in Nalan Rongruo.

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