Zhao Rong used the font created by a master of calligraphy in later generations. The font was called Chu style, which was the most ethereal, but the ethereal place was a kind of lonely and deep desolation. The desolate artistic conception was taken from the thin gold style of Song Huizong. The thin gold style was originally the font that predicted the life of Song Huizong, and the font was originally desolate.

He looked at the sky in the distance, then looked at Jiang Xin standing beside him, and then he lowered his head and slowly wrote down.

"There is no fixed position in the ancient and modern rivers and mountains, and the sound of painting horns, the horses come and go frequently.

Who can speak of the desolate scenery? The west wind blows the old red maple trees.

There have always been countless resentments, iron horses, golden swords, green tombs and dusk roads.

How deep is the love in the mountains? The sunset is deep in autumn rain."

As soon as this poem comes out, everyone present is silent. This poem can be said to be a graceful poem, but it can also be said to be a thorough frontier poem. This can only be understood by each person. However, the beginning of this poem makes people stunned. There is no fixed basis for the past and present. With the sound of paintings, horses come and go frequently, and suddenly pull everyone to that desolate scene.

Even if Jiang Xin wants to beat this young master Yunhua, no matter how much he says, this poem is not allowed to say anything, because this poem is too amazing, even so amazing that it makes people have nothing to say. Whether it is the quality of this poem, the artistic conception of this poem, or the font of Zhao Rong's writing of this poem, they are impeccable. This poem, combined with this font and the artistic conception of this painting, really makes people feel desolate in their hearts. It is already amazing that a painting can bring people into the artistic conception of that painting, not to mention that the poem on this painting is still awesome.

Zhu Fengyang smiled in his heart when he looked at the painting, and laughed loudly on his face. He looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Yunhua, you said before that the font you wrote is not good. How can such a good word be called a bad sentence? If even this word is not good, then I really don't know what my font is calculated?"

Zhao Rong just smiled slightly, and he looked at Zhu Fengyang and said nothing, because he knew that he didn't need to say anything at this time, just stayed quietly. Jiang Xin's plan was temporarily stopped here, and Jiang Xin must not start from this aspect, because the Winter Conference must continue. If Jiang Xin continues to be entangled in this aspect without knowing it, then Zhao Rong will not take action by himself. Whether it is Baili Mingyue or Zhu Fengyang, they will take action, because the Winter Conference cannot be interrupted, and no one is allowed to delay the progress.

Sure enough, Jiang Xin didn't say anything after that, just sat there lightly. If the ignorant person might think that this person was just honest, but Zhao Rong knew that this person was not so easy to be honest. He must have other preparations. This is certain, because Jiang Xin and Zhao Rong have already broken up. If Jiang Xin relaxed his attack on Zhao Rong at this time, then Jiang Xin must be a fool, or a saint mother, and felt that Zhao Rong would not do anything to him.

But is Jiang Xin so stupid? No, Jiang Xin is a very smart person. Although his intelligence is not used in the right place, he is still smart. This intelligence is reflected in Jiang Xin's knowledge that cutting grass does not eliminate roots, and the spring breeze blows again, and there are endless disasters. Therefore, Jiang Xin is just preparing for the next thing, because the most critical part of the Winter Conference has not yet arrived, and the next thing is a good show. Everything that happened just was just an appetizer for the Winter Conference. Jiang Xin had no intention of pulling Zhao Rong into the water at that time. At that time, it was difficult for Zhao Rong to just because Jiang Xin wanted to pull Zhao Rong's reputation a little, and then his other plans were able to proceed openly. However, even if the Xu plan failed, it didn't matter, because Jiang Xin didn't care.

Zhu Fengyang looked at the guests present and said, "Everyone, this year's winter meeting has started a good start. This is the best master of calligraphy and painting, and even this poem is so amazing. This winter meeting begins here. I wonder what you want to say?"

Everyone present did not speak. In fact, they had a lot of opinions in their hearts, but they did not dare to say them, because Zhu Fengyang's question was just a question. Zhu Fengyang could be polite, but you really couldn't be arrogant because the rules of the Winter Games were formulated by Zhu Fengyang and the Baili Family. Therefore, except for these two people, no one else was qualified to give any opinions. Otherwise, they would have slapped these two families in the face, and these two families were not good people.

Zhu Fengyang had no intention of the people below to really make any suggestions. He just said, be polite. He looked at the people below and then smiled and said, "Since everyone has nothing to say, then this winter party will start, and it will still start from the last one in the last time."

Yes, this so-called Winter Conference is actually a large-scale meeting, which resolves the disputes that have occurred in Jiankang City this year. There are any things that cannot be resolved privately. Then you can wait until the Winter Conference is proposed. Zhu Fengyang, Baili Mingyue and everyone present will see how to solve this matter. Perhaps, this is another form of court policy discussion.

This was also the result of Zhu Fengyang and the head of the Baili family who negotiated together. Because neither of them obeyed each other, they could only be satisfied with each other in this way.

Soon, the winter meeting was going on slowly. In fact, because Zhu Fengyang's moves were quite big this year, there was nothing to say about everyone present. It was going on slowly, but in a moment it reached the heart of the river.

When Jiang Xin stood up, Zhao Rong slowly put down the teacup in his hand. He looked at Jiang Xin and knew that Jiang Xin would definitely have movements at this time. As for what movements it was? He touched his face and knew that his face must be a flaw, but this was actually a trap left over. As long as someone caught this trap, he would find that he was still a trap that he could not get out of.
Chapter completed!