Yan Weile still has some impression of this person. He is also a relatively famous young man in Shengjing. He always makes trouble because his uncle is a Grand Secretary. Although he has some talent and knowledge, his character is too poor!

Luo Pingjiang had no doubt about this, and he was sure of his son's talent, not to mention that his opponent was still those unhappy young men. [】

When he saw Ruan Hao's uncle and His Majesty mention it inadvertently, he didn't care at all. He understood that the Grand Secretary wanted to use this to make His Majesty deepen his character in Ruan Hao, but he didn't want to arouse His Majesty's interest in Luo Wenbin, so he gave the imperial purple jade fan.

Looking at Yan Weile and his father's expression, he was really embarrassed and said dryly: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time, because I didn't take the first place."

"What?" Luo Pingjiang couldn't believe that his son would lose to Ruan Hao.

Yan Weile glanced at him suspiciously, looking disbelief. "You can't lose to that Ruan Hao."

"Who said I lost to that kid? What I lost to was not challenging those three people to me, but a girl." Thinking of the interesting story in Tianxianglou just now, Luo Wenbin rarely started chatting with Luo Pingjiang and Yan Weile with excitement.

Yan Weile obviously didn't believe it very much, and smiled slightly. "It's just a daughter's house. I think you're so beautiful that you're so full of fantasy."

"I'll take back the painting she painted and show it to you." Luo Wenbin has rarely met a person who asked him to praise him in his life. Faced with the disbelief of his good brother and father, he immediately spread the things out.

Seeing the two men staring at the painting silently for a long time, Luo Wenbin couldn't help but interrupt, "How is it, it's not bad."

Not only that, Luo Pingjiang, as a civil servant, was extremely addicted to poetry and paintings when he was young. He immediately couldn't help but applaud the whiteboard when he picked up this painting.

"What a great masterpiece, a picture of plum blossoms and snow."

"Is it so good?" Yan Weile was not passionate about poetry and painting. When he was a teenager, he was only interested in martial arts and military tactics. So in his eyes, the plum blossoms were just plum blossoms, and he really didn't see anything that made the two fathers and sons so excited and uncontrollable.

"Brother Yan, you don't understand it now. At first glance, it's indeed similar to what you have seen in the past, but if you look closely, you can see how good she has made her writing skills."

Seeing that Yan Weile obviously looked down on this painting, Luo Wenbin patiently explained that since he was a child, Yan Weile had a very talented person, and he had to spend a few days to memorize the poems he had made in half a day, but he was not interested in these, except for those military books!
Chapter completed!