The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child: Chapter 202 : Create calligraphy and poetry!

And at this moment, the naughty points in the system have accumulated to more than 180,000 points.

It's hard for Li Chengfeng to sell anything for use.

But naughty value is a good thing, the more the better, the more the better, maybe one day it can be of great help to Li Chengfeng?

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Li Chengfeng took out a side of rice paper from the counter on the left, and spread it on the table.

On the left, Li Lizhi was grinding ink for Li Chengfeng.

Wu Xu on the right opened his eyes wide open, curiously watching what Li Chengfeng was going to do.

Li Chengfeng took out a brush from the drawer, then dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper.

"Well, what psalm should I write first?"

"By the way, let's have a song, Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine"!"

After muttering to himself, Li Chengfeng picked up his pen and began to write on the rice paper.

He has art: Yan Zhenqing calligraphy.

The so-called Yanjin Liu style, Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, can be said to be the first calligrapher in later generations.

If it wasn't for Wang Xizhi's early birth, Li Chengfeng would have bought Wang Xizhi's calligraphy from the system to use.

It's a pity that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy already exists in this world. Even if Li Chengfeng's calligraphy handwriting can be exactly the same as Wang Xizhi's, it is still an imitation and cannot create a new style of calligraphy.

Therefore, at this moment, Li Chengfeng plans to borrow Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy as a way to make money for himself.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan Zhenqing! Who told you to play around! I'll borrow your face and body first! I want to create a style of calligraphy first, and I hope that you in the future can also create other calligraphy styles. What! Hahaha!"

After laughing, Li Chengfeng started to write Li Bai's poem "Toast"!

"Li Bai, Li Bai, I'm sorry! Who made you born so late? I used your poems. I think with your talent, you will definitely be able to create poems in the future, no less than the poems in "Will Enter the Wine"!"

"Hahaha!"

After speaking, Li Chengfeng started to laugh again.

But Li Lizhi, Wu Xu and the others looked at Li Chengfeng with unclear expressions on their faces.

They are very curious, isn't it just to write a book of calligraphy? Why does the eighth prince smile so happily?

"Will Enter the Wine"!

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..."

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"My God, brother Feng'er, your calligraphy? Your font?"

"Eighth Prince, you, your handwriting is so beautiful, even better than my father's!"

When Li Lizhi and Wu Xu visited "Will Enter the Wine" written by Li Chengfeng, they were instantly stunned.

Both of them were stunned by Li Chengfeng's calligraphy.

Li Chengfeng's handwriting is full of strength, penetrating three points into the wood, like a horned dragon, jumping on the paper.

It is as stable as Mount Tai.

Just looking at this kind of handwriting is simply a kind of enjoyment for a literati.

Wu Xu immediately looked at Li Chengfeng with adoring eyes.

Sometimes, she was really envious of the eighth prince's proficient talent, and sometimes, Wu Xu also thought about whether she could marry the eighth prince Li Chengfeng in the future?

Although I am still young, can I wait for the Eighth Prince to grow up?

Although she is three years older than the Eighth Prince, it doesn't matter.

In ancient times, girls could marry at the age of twelve, and boys at the age of thirteen.

Big deal, just wait until the Eighth Prince turns eighteen!

Thinking of this, Wu Xu's face turned red again.

Especially looking at a man's serious appearance, this is the easiest way to touch a woman's heart.

Perhaps, Wu Xu is now at the beginning of love, so she will think about those things in her heart.

And Li Lizhi also admired her younger brother very much.

But it's a pity that she is his sister, so she must not be able to marry him.

But it doesn't matter, Li Lizhi feels that the husband she will find in the future must not be weaker than her younger brother Li Chengfeng.

In the future, Li Chengfeng will have to go out and check it out himself. Only with Li Chengfeng's approval and permission will Li Lizhi marry her future husband.

But in fact, Li Chengfeng's thinking has long been that of a 23-year-old adult.

He has no interest in brats like Wu Xu and Li Lizhi.

Every night when I go to sleep, I occasionally think of the charming face and enchanting figure of the proprietress of the West Chamber Pavilion under the city of Chang'an.

It's a pity that I'm still too young! That thing is useless now...

This is where Li Chengfeng has been depressed!

"Huh, done, the first psalm, complete!"

"I know, this poem is "Will Enter the Wine", and it is your own creation, brother Feng'er!"

"Well, of course!"

After Li Lizhi finished speaking, Li Chengfeng's face suddenly showed a look of arrogance.

"That's awesome, Eighth Prince, you're awesome!"

Wu Xu also praised Li Chengfeng without hesitation.

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Wu, help me roll up this volume of rice paper, I'm going to start writing the next poem!"

"Alright Eighth Prince, Xiao Wu will roll it up for you!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Xu stretched out her small and nimble hands, and began to carefully roll up the rice paper on Li Chengfeng's desk, and then took out a red string from the drawer to tie it up.

"The next poem, Du Fu's "Climbing the High"!"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha.

The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.

Thousands of Miles of Sad Autumn is often a guest ~www.mtlnovel.com~ A hundred-year-old sickness is alone on the stage.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the down and out new stop the dirty wine glass. "

"Sister, keep grinding the ink, Xiao Wu, keep putting it away!"

"Ding, surprise from Wu Xu, naughty value +80!"

"Ding, the shock from Li Lizhi, naughty value +89!"

Both Wu Xu and Li Lizhi were stunned by Li Chengfeng's creative level and speed.

What kind of creative speed is this?

A poem in two minutes?

Moreover, the writing of this kind of poem is a big hit.

Even though Wu Xu and Li Lizhi's literary talents are not high, they can still understand the artistic conception in the poems.

They thought that Li Chengfeng's song "Will Enter the Wine" was already very good, but they didn't want to, and they picked up another song "Climbing the High"?

This is really a poet at the level of monsters, right?

"Xiao Wu, don't be dazed, put it away quickly!"

"Oh, good, good eighth prince, Xiao Wu will help you put it away!"

Wu Xu hurriedly rolled up the poems on the table, and then watched Li Chengfeng continue to create.

Li Lizhi was still rubbing ink aside, but her eyes were always fixed on the rice paper on Li Chengfeng's desk, to see what kind of poem Li Chengfeng would create next.

This phenomenon immediately attracted Du Ruhui's attention and curiosity.