The skills are definitely at their peak.
"This boy is extraordinary!"
Of course, the official was not a man of martial arts, but he was really stunned by Zhou Chen's sword dance. What was the previous dance instrument performance? Compared with Zhou Chen's sword dance, it was nothing like clouds and mud.
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"Versatile in both civil and military affairs, versatile in both civil and military affairs."
The official found the child more and more pleasing to his eyes, and suddenly he thought of his eldest son. If he had not died in infancy, he would have been around Zhou Chen's age.
A set of sword dance lasted for a quarter of the incense stick. After Zhou Chen stopped, he gasped slightly.
There is no internal strength in the body, only physical strength. After performing for such a long time, you will definitely be a little tired.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
The official took the lead, stroking his hands and laughing, his face full of surprise: "Zhou Lang, you really surprised me, what a sword dance, wonderful and breathtaking."
No one stood up to refute, because everyone was conquered by Zhou Chen's sword dance. Even His Majesty praised it so highly that no one would jump out and slap him in the face.
Such a wonderful sword dance made the officials even more curious about Zhou Chen.
"The Saburo sword dance is so wonderful, so the calligraphy and painting must be good too. Do you want to write and paint in this hall?"
"Yes, please give me pen, ink and paper, Your Majesty."
The eyes of many civil servants suddenly shone with light. The sword dance just now belongs to martial arts, and the calligraphy and painting that will be performed now are the standard equipment for literati. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting have a huge proportion.
With a wave of the official's hand, an internal official soon delivered pen, ink and paper, and placed a desk in the center of the hall for Zhou Chen.
Zhou Chen held the pen and looked around the hall. Then he slowly closed his eyes and copied in his mind. With his spirit that was twice that of ordinary people, he was able to initially realize the meditative copying method.
When everyone saw Zhou Chen's appearance, they didn't feel strange. They all waited patiently. Writing and painting were different from the previous sword dances where they just waved their hands. This required preparation and knowledge and could not be accomplished overnight.
Even those generals who were relatively eager in temperament remained silent and waited curiously.
For the generals present, Zhou Chen has given their Xungui Group a big face today, so most people have a good impression of Zhou Chen. Just now, many people took the initiative to talk to Zhou Yexiong, wanting to know more about Zhou Chen
More.
After a while, Zhou Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and then he took the pen and put the first stroke on the paper, and then he started painting. The speed was not very fast, but it was very rhythmic.
Soon some people couldn't sit still. At the civil official's seat, an official in purple robe stood up and walked to Zhou Chen's side to observe Zhou Chen's paintings.
His movement was like turning on a switch. Others followed suit and got up from the table to take a closer look.
Even the generals put their feet up and looked around curiously.
The officials sitting on the imperial chair were already curious. When they saw the different expressions of the officials below, they couldn't bear it anymore, so they stood up from the imperial chair and walked down slowly.
When the officials saw the official approaching, they immediately moved away from their positions. The official came closer and took a look, and immediately took a breath.
At this time, Zhou Chen had completed less than half of the painting, and the officials could already tell that Zhou Chen had painted the Hall of Heroes, and that it was today's palace banquet.
Although he was shocked, Guan Jia still held his breath like everyone else, for fear of disturbing Zhou Chen's painting.
At this moment, Zhou Chen was probably the first person in history to let the emperor and all the civil and military officials watch his painting.
This painting took nearly an hour, but no one was in a hurry, especially those who liked painting. They didn't even eat at the banquet and just watched Zhou Chen's painting stroke by stroke. As for the official family
, could not stand still and returned to his throne.
Finally, Zhou Chen finished the painting, but he did not stop writing, but continued to write the poem he just composed.
In this way, a painting was finally completed. Although the ink on it has not yet dried, everyone who has seen this painting is speechless because it is so stunning.
The painting was done on the spot, and it was like a banquet in Jiying Palace, so lifelike and extremely spectacular.
"It's really..."
An uncle exclaimed in surprise and wanted to exaggerate a few words, but he held it in for a long time and finally just said: "Okay, great."
Even the civil servants who were picky about nobles and nobles were speechless at this time. Zhou Chen was the well-deserved protagonist in this hall today.
"The heroic appearance of a young man will be formidable in future generations!"
Even Prime Minister Pang Pang, who is now the mainstay of the court, couldn't help but praise him with emotion, not to mention others. For a while, words of praise for Zhou Chen filled the hall one after another.
Zhou Chen smiled in the face of everyone's praise, and finally it was the official who spoke, making everyone stop.
"Reward! Reward!"
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On the way back to the Hou Mansion, Zhou Yexiong's eyes never left Zhou Chen. Today's trip to the palace shocked him greatly.
In the past, all his thoughts were focused on cultivating his eldest son, Zhou Tong, and he didn't care much about Zhou Chen, his second son. Therefore, even if Zhou Chen was sent to the frontier to join the army, he did not bear it at all.
But Zhou Chen's performance today was beyond his imagination. A seventeen-year-old boy with no official status became the protagonist of the palace banquet. He received praise from the officials more than once, and was even rewarded with swords and many other items.
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Even he had never experienced the limelight that Zhou Chen was experiencing today.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
After a long silence, Zhou Yexiong saw that Zhou Chen was just playing with the sword given by the official and had no intention of speaking, so he couldn't help it anymore and took the lead to break the silence.
Zhou Chen asked: "What did you say?"
Zhou Yexiong's breathing became louder as he was choked. He found that his son was becoming increasingly difficult to discipline.
"You are in too much limelight today, which is not necessarily a good thing for you."
"I'm going to the border soon, so what if I am in the limelight?"
Zhou Yexiong was stunned, yes, he was going to the frontier soon. There was really no problem in being in the limelight at this time. At least it would deepen the impression of the officials.
Suddenly he felt horrified, could all of this be done on purpose?
His son has really changed a lot. He didn't reveal anything in the hall today. Whether he was composing poems, dancing with swords or painting, they were all things he had never seen before.
Courage, ability, quick wit, command, and rhetoric all seem to be good, and he is better than many officials. Is this his true face?
It’s really just a matter of silence, it’s a blockbuster!
Overnight, Zhou Chen became famous in the city of Tokyo. First, he was promoted to Emperor Qiu, and then he performed lyrics for the court. He made the emperor happy and received rewards from officials, so it was difficult not to become famous.
When he made a fuss, the dandies in Tokyo suffered. With Zhou Chen in comparison, how could the elders of those dandy boys think highly of their own dandy boys, especially those noble boys, most of whom were shunned by their elders?
They gave me a severe lesson.
After tonight, Zhou Chen's name is also remembered by many people.
Chapter completed!