Chapter 3218: Real world 568

Chapter 3218, The Real World 568
The picked up the rice paper and opened it in front of Zhou Wuwang.
At first sight, Zhou Wuwang was attracted by the word. The pen was sharp and sharp, and the outlines were clean and the fonts had their own style.
Such a handwriting may not be anything in front of the calligraphy people, but the word is from the hands of a five-year-old child, and the meaning is completely different.
This son will certainly become a calligrapher.
Zhou Wuwang looked at the words in front of him and was shocked after the surprise.
The child in front of him surprised him.
The people sitting in front are the great ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are some calligraphy lovers, and even a few are calligraphy people.
They all braved the light in their eyes, and the eyes of approval were revealed.
"Good word." Zhou Yixiang did not feel amazed.
I didn't take this little guy to heart before, but now I am amazed after seeing his calligraphy.
"Yes, it's good." A white-haired old man said with a beard.
The second emperor saw that the ministers liked his words so much, and his face changed slightly.
An official sitting at the end smiled and said: "Wooden son is good, I don't know what the poem is?"
They can't see the words, they can't see the poems, but they can also know one or two from the look of the ministers.
Hearing the person's prompt, Zhou Wuwang and others put their attention on the poems he made.
Someone opened the mouth to read it out.
"When the weather is coming in the sky, I will stop asking for it today."
Today, people do not see the ancient times, this month has been according to the ancients.
If the ancients are drinking water today, they will all look at the moon.
Only when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines in the golden urn.

"Good poetry."
Zhou Wuwang’s face also showed a smile of appreciation.
Yes, good.

A few of the most important ministers were smiling with a smile, and their eyes on Xiao Moer became soft.
After hearing the poems he made, the second emperor changed his face completely.
Because he knows that his poetry can't be compared with him at all.
For a moment, he even wanted to ruin the poems he had made.
Xiao Moer only understood at a glance what he thought in his heart. "Grandfather, can you let us see the poems of His Highness?"
The glanced at Zhou Wuwang. After receiving his permission, the picked up the rice paper and stood in front of everyone.
Zhou Wuwang looked at the past with his expectation, and he still knew about his son's talents. With his talents, the poems he made should not be lost to him.
However, when he finished reading, the smile hanging on the corner of his lips slightly converged, and the depth of his eyes passed a disappointment.
This word can't be said to be too bad. It can only be done to maintain his level, but it is not the best.
Compared with the child, there is a long way to go, no surprises.
Someone read out the poems of the two emperors.
"The small garden lights went to the squatting, and occasionally the chrysanthemums opened.
The wind is cold from the pool, and the moon is still coming to the water.
Lanxin is not dyed with condensed ice, and the jade face is pitiful.
A piece of exquisite leaves, I do not know where to make dust.

The people present here are all reading poetry books. After listening to them, all the strange eyes fell on the two emperors.
They did not think of the second emperor, so they lost to a five-year-old child.
The face of the second emperor is very ugly, and the face is kept calm and does not let himself go out of his way.
Hua Zikai is not surprised by such a result.
Since Moer dared to come up with a test, it means they don't want to win.
Ps: The first one today... There are four more later... After 12 o'clock, update together!
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