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Chapter 111 A little test of one’s skills

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These people are quite demeanor, some wearing silk and satin, some wearing coarse linen, and some are men and women.

Seeing Zhu Jun come in, many people showed faint smiles on their faces.

Zhu Jun glanced at it and nodded slightly to indicate.

The scholar who was guarding the entrance of the garden said: "In one stick of incense, five poems, use some themes in the garden to make poems, even if it is done with five five-character quatrains!"

That's too simple. A certain old man, who has written more than 40,000 poems in his life, has to do two and a half poems a day on average since his birth.

From these more than 40,000 poems, isn’t it easy to choose five poems related to plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums, strange flowers and plants, and rockery waterfronts?

Zhu Jun thought about it again and said that most of the more than 40,000 poems were too bad and were not famous at all, and he couldn't remember them either.

Then he walked to the desk beside him, picked up the brush, and started writing directly.

Some people wrote several desks next to them, but they were all writing and frowning.

Zhu Jun started writing quickly without thinking.

The scholars who were guarding the desks all widened their eyes. He looked at Zhu Jun who was writing quickly. Doesn’t this guy have to think about it?

He looked carefully and found that it was all five-character quatrains.

The title is even simpler, "Ode to plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo shadows, folding chrysanthemums, and gold ruler and stone!"

After Zhu Jun finished writing the last sentence, he threw the pen, "Can I go in?"

The scholar was stunned, looked at Zhu Jun deeply, clasped his fists and said, "I dare to ask the name of the young master!"

"Li Bai!"

"Young Master Li wait!" Then the scholar called the other people guarding the garden.

Although these five short poems are short, they are all good poems.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Li is a talented man!" One of the scholars held Zhu Jun's poem and said loudly: "Mr. Li's poem says: Praise to the plum blossoms!

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the cold.

I know it’s not snow, but only the faint fragrance comes!”

Another person also hurriedly sang: "Poetry 2: Orchid!

There is a beautiful woman in the empty valley, and she suddenly embraces the lonely alone.

When the east wind blows, the fragrance will be fragrant."

"Poetry Three: Bamboo Shadow.

Bamboo shadow and poetry thin….”

Everyone present was stunned and looked at Zhu Jun.

"It's fake. How long has he been in before he finished five poems?

Although they are all five-character short poems, each one is a fine work of them!"

Just when everyone was stunned, Zhu Jun had already walked into the Third Garden, the Calligraphy and Painting Garden!

Unobstructed along the way.

Shen Erbao followed Zhu Jun with admiration in his eyes.

That bastard dares to say that King Wu is ignorant?

Which King of Wu is not easy to write a pair of poems?

There are even fewer people in the calligraphy and painting garden, only a few people.

Some people are playing chess with people, some are playing ink paintings, and some are playing piano and writing on the side.

Zhu Jun is not only a master of sketching, but as a doctor of archaeology, his Chinese paintings are also very powerful. Although they are not as good as everyone else, he can definitely kill randomly in Daye.

Of course, he deserves a distinct style, and there is still a gap between the real masters of calligraphy and painting in this era.

However, the more difficult it is to draw, the easier it is to write calligraphy.
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