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

It made Li Chengfeng not easy to sell anything to use.

But Naughty Value is a good thing. The more you have, the better. The more you have, the better. Maybe you can help Li Chengfeng with great help one day?

...

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

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

Wu Xu on the right, with his big eyes open, looking curiously at what Li Chengfeng was going to do.

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

"Well, what kind of psalm is better to write first?"

"By the way, let's have a song, Li Bai's "Asking to Drink"!"

After muttering to himself, Li Chengfeng picked up his pen and started writing on rice paper.

He has art: Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

The so-called Yan Jinliu style and Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy can be regarded as the first master of calligraphy in later generations.

If Wang Xizhi had not been born early, Li Chengfeng would have simply purchased Wang Xizhi's calligraphy from the system to use it.

Unfortunately, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy already exists in this world. Even if Li Chengfeng's calligraphy is written in the same way as Wang Xizhi, it is still an imitation and cannot create a new font style.

Therefore, at this moment, Li Chengfeng planned to borrow Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy as his own way to make money.

"Sorry, Brother Yan Zhenqing! Who asked you to have fun with her? Your Yan style will lend me to use it first! I want to create a style of handwriting first. I hope that in the future you can create other calligraphy schools.

Where! Hahaha!"

After laughing, Li Chengfeng took the pen and began to write Li Bai's poem "Toast"!

"Li Bai, Li Bai, I'm sorry! Who made you born late? I used your psalm. I believe that with your talent, you can definitely create it in the future, no less than the psalm of "Winning to Wine"!"

"Hahaha!"

After saying that, Li Chengfeng started to laugh again.

Li Lizhi, Wu Xu and others looked at Li Chengfeng with uncertainty.

They were very curious. Didn’t they just write a book of calligraphy? Why did the Eighth Prince laugh so happily?

"Wine is about to enter"!

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

"Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair, and the night turns into snow..."

...

"Oh my God, Brother Feng'er, your calligraphy? Your font?"

"Eighth Prince, you, your fonts are so beautiful, even better than those written by my father!"

When Li Lizhi and Wu Xu visited Li Chengfeng's "About Drinking" written by Li Chengfeng, they were stunned.

Both of them were shocked by Li Chengfeng's calligraphy fonts.

Li Chengfeng's font is full of strength and full of strength, like a dragon, jumping on the paper.

It is also as steady as Mount Tai.

Just looking at this kind of handwriting is a pleasure for a literati scholar.

Wu Xu instantly looked at Li Chengfeng with admiration.

Sometimes, she really envied the Eighth Prince's talent for proficiency. 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 get married at the age of twelve, and boys could get married at the age of thirteen.

At worst, I will wait until the eighth prince is eighteen years old!

When Wu Xu thought of this, his face began to turn slightly red again.

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

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

Li Lizhi also admires her younger brother very much.

But unfortunately, I am his sister and I will definitely not be able to marry him.

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

In the future, Li Chengfeng has to take the initiative to check it out. Only after Li Chengfeng's approval and permission can Li Lizhi marry her future husband.

But in fact, Li Chengfeng's thoughts were already a 23-year-old adult.

He had no interest in little kids like Wu Xu and Li Lizhi.

Every night when I go to bed, I occasionally think of the charming face and enchanting figure of the boss’s wife in the West Chamber under Chang'an City.

It’s a pity that I am still too young! That thing is not available at all now...

This is where Li Chengfeng has always been depressed!

"Huh, get it done, the first poem is finished!"

"I know that this poem is "Asking to Wine", and it is your own creation by Brother Feng'er!"

"Well, of course!"

After Li Lizhi finished speaking, a look of arrogant expression appeared on Li Chengfeng's face.

"So great, you are so awesome, Eighth Prince!"

Wu Xu also praised Li Chengfeng in a maroon.

Li Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Wu, help me roll up this book of rice paper. I am going to start the creation of the next psalm!"

"Okay Eighth Prince, Xiao Wu will help you roll it up!"

After saying that, Wu Xu stretched out his small and flexible hand and began to carefully roll up the rice paper on Li Chengfeng's desktop, and then took out a red rope from the drawer and tied it.

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

"The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are roaring, and the sand is clear and the birds fly back.

The endless fallen trees are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling.

I am always a guest in the miserable autumn of thousands of miles, and I have been on stage for more than a hundred years.

The hardships and bitterness of the frost of the hair, the new wine glass was stopped."

"Sister, continue to grind the ink, Xiao Wu, continue to hold it!"

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

"Ding, from Li Lizhi's shock, naughty value of 89!"

Wu Xu and Li Lizhi were both shocked by Li Chengfeng's creative level and creative speed.

What is the creative speed?

A poem in two minutes?

Moreover, this kind of poem is written with a clapping hand.

Even though Wu Xu and Li Lizhi have low literary talent, they can understand the artistic conception in the poem.

They thought that it was already very good for Li Chengfeng to create a song "Asking in the Wine", but they didn't want to pick up another song "Climbing the High"?

Is this a monster poet?

"Xiao Wu, don't stand there, hurry up and put it away!"

"Oh, okay, okay Eighth Prince, Xiao Wu will help you collect it!"

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

Li Lizhi was still grinding ink on the side, but her eyes were always staring at the rice paper on Li Chengfeng’s desktop to see what poems would Li Chengfeng create next?
Chapter completed!