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Chapter 247 I'm not as good as him! (Second update)
"I'm just afraid that as a general, if the poems I write are better than those of the third prince... Oh, let's forget it!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder on the ground, and it exploded in the crowd in an instant!
The envoys of the State of Wu wished to go up and fight Zhang Twelve for hundreds of rounds, what the hell are they talking about?You also know that you are a general, how could you be stronger than our third prince?
And what do you civil servants think of Zhang Twelve and how cute he is, to be an enemy of such a person-if you don't get mad, you will be mad!
Looking at Zhang Twelve at this time, Mo Li saw a bit of Master's shadow, fearing nothing—couldn't this be the reason why Master accepted him as a disciple?

Emperor Tang had seen Zhang Twelve's ability to mess around a long time ago, and wanted to stop it, after all, he was facing the third prince of Wu Guo - but it looked so relieved, he thought forget it, young people, let them solve it by themselves!Hehe, it's so beautiful, let's look at it for a while!

Under the moon gate on the side of the imperial garden, the poor maid Hua swayed from side to side shaking the snow while patting the falling snow on Princess Yilan's body with a handkerchief, flustered.

But Princess Yilan, who was lying under the door with her head exposed, looked in with great interest, and she even grinned at the corner of her mouth.

"General Zhang, shouldn't soldiers be bold and courageous? It's just a poem, if you know how to do it, if you don't know how to do it - aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue when you talk so much?"

The third prince of the Wu Kingdom, who was so upset by Zhang Twelve's words, was already impatient. He who is usually so well-bred, and his emotions and anger are not fake, would lose his composure like this. It can be seen how irritating Zhang Twelve is...

"Since the third prince invites you so kindly, it would be a little too unkind if you still don't agree...Okay, then I'll write a poem too, please correct me!"

"........."

After Zhang Twelve finished speaking proudly, he waved his hands to the crowd, and was a little disappointed when he found that the crowd's reaction was not enthusiastic: Hey, will you cooperate?

And what everyone thinks is that they have seen shameless people before, but they have never seen such shameless people... Who invited you... You are too good at putting gold on your face...

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Coming to the desk, dipping the pen into the ink, facing a blank rice paper, Zhang Twelve was stunned for a long time without writing...

Seeing this, the third prince of Wu Guo curled his lips, and the envoy of Wu Guo directly showed a sneer: Hehe, can't you write it?
Everyone in Datang even covered their faces - isn't this too embarrassing?Although they are in the same group, they can only silently support it in their hearts...

"General Zhang, if you can't write it—don't make it difficult! You are just a general. If you can't write a poem, everyone can understand it. Not everyone can be as good at both civil and military as our third prince, haha !"

The envoy of the State of Wu reminded him "in good faith" from the side, and the smile was brilliant!
Regarding his fanning the flames, the others were angry but could not say anything, because Zhang Twelve had chosen all of this, and they couldn't blame others!

They could only comfort themselves: Fortunately, this General Zhang is just a general, and it would be over if he was laughed at by others. If he was a civil servant-this would be regarded as discredited!
Princess Yilan at the side door looked at Zhang Twelve frowning and holding the pen, and clenched her little hands, as if she was even more nervous than him...

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At this moment, Zhang Twelve was thinking.

Because when he said the phrase "close your eyes and write a basket", he didn't expect that he would actually appear on the stage, so he didn't think about what to write in advance.

So now he is thinking about what kind of calligraphy and what poem to plagiarize this time to slap his face, so that the slap can be fresh and refined, clean and neat!

Thinking so hard that he couldn't figure out why, Zhang Twelve thought: Forget it, just write Wang Xizhi's running script...

After making up his mind, Zhang Twelve started to write, and under the watchful eyes of a group of people, the pen moved swiftly, unrestrainedly and naturally, and within a short while, he had already composed a poem.

Zhang Twelve didn't put down his brush after he finished writing. Instead, he thought about it for a while, and then picked up the brush and started to sway again. After a while, a poem appeared on the paper.

Looking at the two sides of the paper, one line and one cursive, one poem and one word, Zhang Twelve blew on the brush—bah, almost got a mouthful of ink, quickly put down the brush, smiled and cupped his hands and said: "You're making a fool of yourself, making a fool of yourself!" Already!"

Everyone has been stunned by what he did, isn't this speed too fast?Looking at it, it is clear that I wrote a poem and a word, and it took less time than others to write a poem...

Is he serious?Wouldn't it be to rush the ducks to the shelves and deal with business?
Emperor Tang couldn't hold back anymore, Zhang Twelve had already surprised him, how he hoped he could bring a miracle this time - although he also knew that the difficulty was a bit big...

"hiss--"

The moment he saw the poem, Emperor Tang took a breath, frowned, and looked carefully.

When he finished reading all the poems, his expression changed from shock, surprise, and disbelief to surprise, then he turned around and gave Zhang Twelve a hard look, then retreated and sat down.

"Wu De, bring the poems for the two of you to comment on!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A group of people were as confused as Monk Zhang Er, wondering why Emperor Tang reacted, and Zhang Twelve was also at a loss, isn't his writing good enough?Why are you staring at me?

Hey, don't guess what the emperor is thinking!

The two of you were originally sitting, but when you saw the handwriting on the rice paper, your expressions were even more exaggerated than Tang Emperor's. They immediately stood up, looking respectful, and their eyes became pious.

Everyone is completely confused, what is going on?

The two of you stared at each other for a long time, and then Lu asked Lin Lu to speak first: "This poem is written in running script, like flowing clouds and flowing water. It is chic and elegant, with delicate bones and elegant stippling. It contains extremely rich artistic beauty within the size. Horizontal, vertical, dot, left, hook, fold, and press, it can be described as the best use of the brush. Every word in this poem has a different posture, and it can be turned freely. And this word is in cursive script. Although there is no Zhou Zheng in running script, it is elegant and handsome, floating like floating clouds, and as shocking as a dragon! I have studied calligraphy for decades, and I have never seen it before! I have never seen it before! General Zhang is so talented, he can be called everyone ! If General Zhang has time, I hope that General Zhang can come to the humble house and give some advice!"

Lu Ranglin's evaluation was too high, and he directly called Zhang Twelve a comparable master, and asked him to point out himself-this is simply the pinnacle of literati!

Everyone Fu who was on the side had already withdrawn their eyes, and stared at Zhang Twelve with complex eyes, which seemed to contain various emotions, making Zhang Twelve feel terrified: This old man, can't he be gay?
After a long time, everyone Fu uttered a sentence:

"I'm not as good as him!"

The audience was stunned...

(End of this chapter)