In the spring garden, the peonies are blooming and colorful, what a spring season.

"The house has flowers, and I am afraid it will be a monster when it first blooms. The pink light is deep and purple, and the flesh is red and delicate. I hope the wind will keep it, but the sun is burning. I feel sorry for the falling stamens, and I will collect it as incense and burn..."

Master Chen from the Zhou family, Chen Ang, recited his new poems in a silence, and the whole audience was silent...

"What a good poem. Master Chen's poem uses emotions to control the scenery and expresses emotions with scenery. It is really wonderful..." After a long time, several scholars praised in unison.

Chen Ang nodded with some reservations, but his eyes glanced in the direction of Tang Yu intentionally or unintentionally, and his expression was a little unnatural.

At today's flower viewing party, Mr. Tang said nothing and was obviously absent-minded, which really disappointed the scholars.

Originally, everyone was holding back their energy, hoping that their masterpiece would be praised by Mr. Tang. The scholars rushed to the forefront, fearing that their light would be concealed by others.

However, after working hard, Mr. Tang had no reaction at all, and gradually everyone's mood became depressed.

It seems that with the talent of Mr. Tang, his poetry of this level may be difficult to attract others' attention. As the master Chen Ang, who was invited by the Zhou family, saw this, he wrote a poem himself, hoping to give some encouragement to the Zhou family scholars.

Deep in his heart, he naturally hoped that his poems would be recognized by Tang Yu.

"What a pity...ah..."

Chen Ang shook his head secretly. This poem was not an impromptu poem, but a masterpiece he had learned many years ago. He claimed to be a masterpiece. It seems that in the eyes of Mr. Tang, it is nothing more than a lie.

He didn't think that Tang Yu didn't put his mind on this at all.

Since the March Poetry Conference, Tang Yu’s name has caused a sensation in the Wuling academic community. Every poem he wrote is a classic and has a large number of fans among the Wuling scholars.

Even Chen Ang personally wrote a song "Come to Wine" in his study and recited it every day. Before he knew it, he was completely impressed by Tang Yuzhi.

Deep down, he still hopes that his poems can be recognized by Tang Yu...

Master Chen wrote the poem himself, and the quiet atmosphere slightly relieved. Zhou Ruhai, as the master, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Zhou's attention has always been on Tang Yu.

People's minds are strange. In the past, Mrs. Zhou felt that Tang Yu was disliked no matter how she looked at him. She thought that Tang Yu was from Qin and was a sick man, so she could not be worthy of her daughter.

As for Tang Yu's talented and talented people, Mrs. Zhou didn't believe it very much, because everyone knew that since ancient times, talented people came out of the Great Chu, but Chu had talented people, I never heard of Qin's talented people.

However, since the March Poetry Festival, Tang Yu became famous in the Guide Poetry Festival, slapped many people in the face. Mrs. Zhou's attitude turned 180 degrees. Seeing scholars in the garden rushing to show off their poems, Tang Yu was expressionless, neither arrogant nor impatient, but she felt that Tang Yu had a talented demeanor.

It really comes true that the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks, the happier she becomes.

"Young Master Tang..." Mrs. Zhou called Tang Yu softly.

Tang Yu suddenly woke up and came back to his senses from his thoughts.

"Mr. Tang, many scholars from the Zhou family today have poems. Naturally, these poems are inevitably flawed with the talent of the young master. Today's opportunity is rare. I hope the young master can give some advice and make them have some improvement in their studies. You see, Mrs. Zhou..." Mrs. Zhou plucked up the courage.

Tang Yu frowned secretly in his heart, and felt ashamed.

Seeing that Tang Yu did not refuse, Mrs. Zhou hurriedly said, "Don't you present the poem?"

Two boys with ink and pen quickly moved the poem mat to Tang Yu.

A thick stack of newly released poems have been stacked on the mat.

Tang Yu couldn't refuse this scene, he just wanted to open these poems one by one.

"These two songs... are good..."

He read very quickly, but he didn't read poetry, but only read calligraphy.

Some of these poems were written by boys who wrote ink, while others were written by scholars themselves.

Tang Yu's evaluation of poetry is too heartless but not enough, but recently he has been practicing calligraphy and is very sensitive to calligraphy. He immediately picked out the two best-written poems...

Master Chen Ang came over and couldn't help but praise: "Young Master Tang is indeed a talented person. I also deeply feel that today's poems are the best..."

"Zhou Tao, Ruoshui, your poems today can be praised by Mr. Tang. Why don't you come and thank Mr. Tang?"

"ah……"

The entire audience was shocked, and Zhou Ruoshui blushed, proud and excited.

Zhou Tao was a child from the second house. When he heard Master Chen Ang called his name, he was so excited that he trembled all over and walked forward quickly. Because he was too excited, he hit a small stone under his feet and almost fell.

The other scholars looked at the two of them with envy, and more were lost...

"I am so lucky to get the guidance of Mr. Tang, I... I am so lucky to have three lives, and I have been lucky to have three lives. I have been studying hard for many years, but I finally didn't waste my time." Zhou Tao said excitedly, and tears were about to come out.

Looking at the scholar in front of him, Zhou Tao turned out to be almost forty years old.

Among the children of the Zhou family, the qualifications were mediocre. After passing the state exam, he achieved a small fame and fortune. He participated in four provincial exams in a row but failed to go to high school.

For practitioners, if they fail to learn from middle and high school after forty and do not receive the teachings of saints, their future path to fame will be very slim.

Originally, no one was optimistic about Zhou Tao, and Zhou Tao himself was not very confident.

Unexpectedly, Tang Yu gave him such great encouragement today, how could he not be excited?

His excitement made Tang Yu feel very embarrassed, so he had to barely have to socialize for a few words.

While talking to Zhou Tao, Chen Ang came over.

He bowed deeply to Tang Yu and said, "Mr. Tang, as the master of Lishui Middle School, I used to have many misunderstandings about the master. I have always been guilty and ashamed in my heart these days. The master is so talented that I am extremely impressed. I hope that the master will forgive me for being stupid and ignorant..."

Tang Yu hurriedly said, "Mr. Chen is polite. I have always been in poor health and have a great waste of talent and learning. This time I came to Wuling, I admire Wuling, a city of books, and I came to study. I am ashamed of the March Poetry Club. I just wrote two poems by chance. How dare I accept such a great gift as Master Chen?"

Chen Ang smiled and said, "What I can bear, what I can bear...that...I just wrote a memorable work on the theme of appreciating flowers, and I beg my master to give me some advice. This work was a masterpiece that I learned many years ago, but I always felt that my atmosphere and realm were lacking. These days, I have been studying the master's master's masterpiece every day, and I feel that I am not able to learn enough. I admire the master's mind and courage. I hope the master will not refuse..."

The scroll in Chen Ang's hand slowly unfolded.

Tang Yu paused in an instant. This is not a poem, it is clearly a masterpiece of calligraphy...

Looking at this cursive script, the layout is rigorous, the handwriting is elegant and lively, the center and side edge changes naturally and smoothly. The whole work is completed in one go, making people pleasing to the eye, comparable to the masterpiece of "Lanting Preface" by Wang Xizhi, the saint of Earth.

Tang Yu's personality is probably the kind that will be very addicted to anything you do.

He always likes to immerse himself in his own small world, concentrate every day and focus without distractions.

Some time ago, he meditated on magic and deduced magic, and could not hold anything else in his mind. Later, when magic research encountered a bottleneck, he studied calligraphy every day and wrote every day. Recently, he was immersed in it and enjoyed it.

Because he did not have any posts to study calligraphy, he could only copy Zhou Ruoshui's characters every day, so he was naturally very restricted. He dreamed of finding a book that suits him every day.

When he saw Chen Ang's calligraphy today, he was overjoyed and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

This calligraphy is just right. If you can write it in person, you will definitely achieve something in time.

In addition, Tang Yu is about to bite the bullet and go to Guishu Middle School to go to school, and he may not be afraid of making a fool of himself.

After all, the fire cannot be kept in the way. It was obviously a coincidence that Tang Yu relied on common sense on earth to make himself famous.

As for actual learning, he really doesn't have it.

This is the thing that Tang Yu has been upset these two days, and he has been unable to find a solution.

Now that I meet Chen Ang, things seem to have some turning point...
Chapter completed!