Does your husband only love his wife?I turned around and left the house to marry a villain

Song Guangze nodded and said, "Sir, I wrote it."

After saying this, Song Guangze picked up the ink stick and grinded the ink himself.

He grinded the ink slowly and slowly, as if he had done this action countless times and could not be more proficient.

Liang Wanzhi was deeply shocked. Even Wen Rongchang, who thought he was well-read in poetry and had extraordinary literary talent, was shocked by Song Guangze's current temperament.

After grinding the ink, Song Guangze put the ink stick back into the groove, raised the pen and dipped it in the ink, and the words were firm and powerful. This was not like what an eight-year-old child could write, but this eight-year-old child really wrote The two of them wrote good calligraphy and composed a good poem right under their noses.

Liang Wanzhi's heartbeat was beating so fast, and she was getting more and more excited.

She still didn't come back to her senses until Song Guangze finished composing the poem in front of her.

Wen Rongchang was shocked.

Song Guangze put down his pen, looked up at the two of them, and said, "Mother, sir, I have already written it, you can look at it."

Wen Rongchang came to his senses first and picked up Song Guangze's poems.

The poem was still the same one he had read before, but Wen Rongchang's mood at this time was completely different from before.

The poems were written by an eight-year-old child, and the good handwriting was also written by an eight-year-old child. He can be called a genius.

"Second girl, your son is really a child with outstanding talents. Even a literati who is older than him may not have such wisdom. If you train him well, he will be able to achieve great things in the future. I wonder who the child is learning from now? "Wen Rongchang held Song Guangze's poems in his hands, as if he had found a treasure, and he couldn't help but look at Song Guangze more.

In the literary world, if a remarkable figure emerges, everyone will flock to him.

What's more, the person in front of him is just an eight-year-old child.

The light in Song Guangze's eyes dimmed and he shook his head: "I haven't become a disciple yet."

"You have such a talent without being a disciple." This made Wen Rongchang a little jealous.

Some people rely on acquired hard work, but they are not half as good as a natural genius. Song Guangze is probably the latter. "Yes, I originally wanted to...become a disciple of Mr. Nanshan." That dream was made possible by Mr. Nanshan and gave him a lot of inspiration. However, now that Mr. Nanshan had accepted Song Zheyan as his disciple, he felt melancholy in his heart.

Coincidentally, Wen Rongchang’s mentor Zhang Muchuan was a disciple of Mr. Nanshan.

Ever since Zhang Muchuan kicked him out of the clan school, Wen Rongchang had been complaining that Zhang Muchuan didn't show any mercy to him.

"Mr. Nanshan is a great figure in the literary world, but he is already old. Things like reading must be taught carefully. Mr. Nanshan's body and bones may not be able to do it. Moreover, he now does not care about the court and rarely walks around with the emperor. The most important thing is Yes..." Wen Rongchang narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the two people in the East Palace, and secretly felt hatred: "Mr. Nanshan once taught the Crown Princess. Wen heard that the second girl and the Crown Princess had some troubles before, so he didn't want to come to Mr. Nanshan. Maybe I’ll take you in.”

After hearing these words, Song Guangze slowly lowered his head, feeling quite disappointed: "I know."

Wen Rongchang put down the poem Song Guangze had just written: "I heard that layman Yan Qing's paintings are very popular with the Holy Heart. The landscape paintings in front of the emperor were made by layman Yan Qing. Although he is obsessed with painting, his literary talent is not inferior to Mr. Nanshan. , but layman Yan Qing is more devoted to painting."

Liang Wanzhi and Song Guangze both changed their expressions when they heard the words Layer Yan Qing.

Song Guangze did not forget that when he went to Lulin Temple, he mistook the paintings of layman Yan Qing for Mr. Nanshan's paintings and maliciously destroyed them. Later, layman Yan Qing insisted on them, causing the Song family to lose all their money.

Liang Wanzhi bit her lip and said, "Principal Yan Qing, just... forget it."

"Is it because the young master accidentally destroyed layman Yan Qing's paintings that you are still frightened?" Wen Rongchang asked.

This matter was causing quite a stir at the time, and he knew something about it.

Liang Wanzhi nodded and pulled Song Guangze in front of her.

Wen Rongchang said: "There is a palace banquet today. I heard that Mr. Nanshan and layman Yan Qing will go to the palace to attend the banquet. Why don't you two girls try it with this poem, just in case... layman Yan Qing cherishes talents and loves talents regardless of past grudges." Have you accepted the young master?"

Liang Wanzhi looked at the poems on the table and looked down at Song Guangze: "Brother Ze, what do you think?"

Song Guangze picked up the poem and said: "Mom, just listen to Mr. Wen and give it a try." (End of Chapter)