Du Ruhui definitely dared not teach the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng. After all, Du Ruhui once lost to the Eighth Prince in the debate competition, and Du Ruhui was not the Eighth Prince's teacher, so he had no right to discipline Li Chengfeng.

In addition, the eighth prince of Li Chengfeng is higher than that of Du Ruhui, so Du Ruhui has no right to interfere with what Li Chengfeng does.

Du Ruhui came to Li Chengfeng curiously, snatched Cheng Jun's position, then stretched his neck and poked his head out to see what Li Chengfeng was writing.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't look at it. When Du Ruhui saw it, he was shocked.

It turned out that the Eighth Prince was writing poems? And the fonts were vigorous and powerful, like Mount Tai, and as solid as a dragon?

Du Ruhui looked at it? He murmured: ""Spring Look" The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is spring and the grass is deep. When I feel the flowers shed tears, I hate the birds are frightened. The war is fired for three months, and the letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. I scratch my hair white

Short, I can't stand my hair."

"Ding, from Du Ruhui's surprise, naughty value 111!"

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this eighth prince? A poem about spring? It actually directly writes out the frontier soldiers, saying goodbye to their families and their longing for their families in order to protect the country! This, this, the eighth person

The prince is only six years old? How could he write such a poem?”

"Sorry, amazing!"

"The war is going to be for three months, will the letter from home be worth ten thousand gold?"

"Oh my God! I saw this poem with tears in my eyes and tears flowing!"

Du Ruhui was mumbling behind Li Chengfeng, and involuntarily, a line of turbid old tears shed in the corners of his eyes.

He was moved. He was moved by Li Chengfeng's song "Spring Look" and hit his heart. He couldn't help but feel sore in the tip of his nose, leaving two lines of tears.

Like the poet Du Fu, who was born in the troubled times of the Tang Dynasty, every poem he wrote can touch everyone's heart.

Especially the ancient Tang people, when they saw Du Fu's poems, they burst into tears.

Like Du Ruhui, that's it.

"Xiao Wu, please hold it!"

"Okay, the Eighth Prince!"

After the production of a poem "Spring Look", Li Chengfeng used a brush to stain the ink and began to create the next poem.

"The next song "Quatrical Quaternary"!"

"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets climbed into the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of the West Ridge for thousands of years, and the door moors the ships of Dongwu thousands of miles away."

"Done, next song! "Early Departure in Baidi City""

"I left Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds, and returned thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day.

The monkeys on both sides of the shore can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed thousands of mountains."

...

Li Chengfeng kept writing, and in less than an hour, he completed ten poems by Li Bai and Du Fu.

Li Chengfeng was laughing in his heart.

I finally traveled through time once, but I was simply sorry for myself if I didn’t act as a copywriter.

"Well, there is a Psalm, and then, let's make some paintings!"

"System, come out!"

"Ding, do you have any instructions for the host?"

"System, buy me the talented piano, chess, books, piano and painting in painting, these two artistic talents!"

"A good host, talented Qin Sheng, price: 10,000 naughty value! Talent: Huaxian, price: 10,000 naughty value!"

"Damn, these two talents are worth 20,000 naughty points?"

Li Chengfeng was shocked. This is too expensive, right? The most expensive talent I bought in the past was only 5,000 naughty points? These two, each of them, will add up to 20,000 naughty points.

However, the system responded: "Report to the host, the talent you purchased before was a limited-level talent, but Qin Sheng and Hua Xian are both unlimited other talents! In other words, after these two talents are given to the host, the host will

You can benefit all your life and start your own creations!"

"What is the restricted level? What is the unlimited level?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"Report to the host, the limit level is that if you buy Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, you will only know his calligraphy! But after you buy the Painting Immortal and Calligraphy Saint, you can draw whatever you want and play it out

Any song you want to play!”

"Well... this sounds good! I bought it!"

"Okay host!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for spending 20,000 naughty points, purchasing talent: Qin Sheng, Painting Immortal!"

The system sound is finished.

Li Chengfeng only felt two cool breaths poured into his celestial spirit cap.

Then, two talented talents of the Qin Sheng and the talent of the painting immortal appeared in Li Chengfeng's mind.

"Hahaha, with these two talents, I, Li Chengfeng, can be said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Li Chengfeng laughed happily.

...

Seeing that Li Chengfeng finally stopped writing, Du Ruhui, behind Li Chengfeng, couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

On the side, Cheng Yaojin's son Cheng Jun said, "Teacher, why are you crying?"

Du Ruhui smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "Teacher, this is moved by the creation of the Eighth Prince!"

"Oh, I didn't expect that the Eighth Prince could create such a profound poem at a young age? I am ashamed of myself! If it weren't for the age limit, I would have wanted to be the Eighth Prince as my teacher!"

"Ah? Teacher Du Ruhui, the Eighth Prince, is it really that powerful?"

"It's not just amazing? It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a god!"

Du Ruhui took a deep breath and sighed at Li Chengfeng's powerful ability to write poetry.

...

Then, Li Chengfeng finally stopped writing and after purchasing two talents, he kept laughing.

Li Lizhi asked curiously: "Brother Feng'er, why are you laughing at? Are you still writing? These poems and handwritings may not be sold at a sky-high price of 20,000 yuan, right?"

"Well, I know, so I have already made some plans! Write the Psalm first and then draw!"

"What? Brother Feng'er, you can still paint?"

Li Lizhi covered her mouth in surprise.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Of course! I said, I, Li Chengfeng, are proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"Well, Lao Du, do you have bigger rice paper? I'm going to paint it!"

Li Chengfeng looked back at Du Ruhui. Du Ruhui was confused for a while, then he came to his senses and said, "Yes, yes, 8th Prince, please wait. The old minister will bring you the best painted rice paper!"

When Li Chengfeng spoke and called Du Ruhui, Du Ruhui was still blocked.

Then, I felt happy too.

The only ones who call me Lao Du are Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, who are of the same generation as me. I didn’t expect that the Eighth Prince is also a little bitch, and he actually calls me Lao Du?

After a smile, Du Ruhui took out the best rice paper in the Wenxuan Pavilion. He didn't even take the course. He seemed to know what kind of painting the Eighth Prince could draw!

Du Ruhui took a total of five large rolls of rice paper and said, "Eighth Prince, look, are these five rolls of rice paper enough?"
Chapter completed!