Wang Kang was already quite impatient at this moment. They stopped Lin Yuyan and refused to let him out. They must have had some intentions.

Thinking of this, Wang Kang said coldly: "You just say whatever you want to do, don't play this set."

"good,"

Luo Jiao was also straightforward and said directly: "I heard that you wrote ten beautiful poems in a row on the day of the election of the Yangzhou courtesan. Yes, right?"

“So what?”

"So what if you are good?"

Luo Jiao sarcastically said, "Is that really what you did?"

"I said it was me, do you believe it again?" Wang Kang rushed back directly.

"Of course I don't believe it,"

Luo Jiao said, "The ten beautiful poems of the day were all exquisite lyrics and sentences, and I have never heard of them before. They are all new and original."

"The famous flowers are so beautiful that the country and the two of them are happy, and they look at each other with a smile."

"A branch of red dew condenses fragrance, clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbroken..."

Luo Jiao recited, her beautiful eyes full of longing and intoxication. She murmured, "If you can write such a poem, you must be a handsome and handsome young man."

"If I can meet him, grind ink for him and invite him in person..."

Luo Jiao said with endless imagination, looking like a silly girl. Wang Kang felt chills. He understood a little why Luo Jiao was so ill with this attitude towards him...

Seeing Wang Kang was stunned, Luo Jiao coughed dryly and said coldly: "Tell me honestly, who is the one who wrote this poem?"

"It's me." Wang Kang said helplessly.

"You..." Luo Jiao was immediately angry, "It's fine if you steal other people's poems to fill your own literary name, but you still don't admit it."

"So thick-skinned!"

"I said Miss Luo,"

Wang Kang was really helpless, this woman was purely sick.

"Did I do that? It has something to do with you? What does it have to do with Yuyan?"

After being directly criticized by Wang Kang, Luo Jiao took a deep breath, "I am trying to make Yuyan recognize who you are. You said that those poems were written by you, so okay, then do you dare to compete with me!"

"Is this true or false, you will know it once you try it!"

After hearing Luo Jiao's words, Wang Kang was slightly stunned, and then looked at the room ahead. Perhaps Lin Yuyan was watching inside at this moment.

This must be the result of their discussion, and it may have been agreed by Lin Yuyan.

Maybe she was tired of it and agreed to do so.

Lin Yuyan understands herself and believes in herself more. It’s okay, since that’s the case, then block your mouth!

Let's see what you have to say!

Wang Kang was not afraid at all. He thought about it and responded directly, "What should I compete? Come directly!"

Seeing Wang Kang responding without hesitation, Luo Jiao was slightly stunned, and then met several women around her and smiled. Wang Kang really couldn't stand the inspiration.

Just agreed simply.

And don’t even ask the question, what is this not a naughty person?

If Wang Kang did not agree, they would have no other way except to be angry.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiao was even more disdainful and said directly: "Then let's compare poetry. On the day when Master Kang was a courtesan, he shocked Yangzhou by writing ten poems in a row, so it's naturally no problem!"

Although she said this, anyone could understand the opposite meaning in her words.

"You want to compete with me in poetry?" Wang Kang said in surprise after hearing this.

"What? Could it be that Young Master Kang doesn't like it?" Luo Jiao asked with her eyebrows raised.

A woman next to her spoke, "Although Sister Jiao is a female, she is very good at poetry and articles, which is hard for ordinary people to reach. You should worry about yourself."

"Come on," Wang Kang spread his hands.

Seeing Wang Kang so casually, Luo Jiao snorted coldly in her heart, seeing how long you can hold on, the prototype will be revealed later.

Can a prodigal son write poetry? How is it possible!

It would be fine if you don’t know how to use it, but you still steal others. This is no longer a matter of talent, it is a matter of character.

He must reveal his nature and must not let Yu Yan follow such a person.

Luo Jiao thought, waved her hand to signal,

A servant immediately brought two tables of the case, with all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it, which was obvious that he had prepared for it.

It seems that I have made plans since I invited Lin Yuyan to come.

Wang Kang was speechless.

After everything was settled, Luo Jiao came to a table and said, "Then I will write the question first!"

"casual!"

"I am married and have no doubts about love and entertainment. I am happy tonight, and I am at the right time..."

"Good poems, good words!"

When Luo Jiao's pen fell, a woman next to her said directly: "Simple meaning, not much use of ink, but shows the kind of love and harmony of the newlyweds."

"Yan Wan is the finishing touch. Yan Wan wants it and looks harmonious, which is used to describe the love life of the two that is very harmonious and intimate..."

Another woman also commented.

"How is it? It's your turn!" Luo Jiao said proudly.

After hearing this, Wang Kang was also a little surprised. These women were indeed of some level.

Although calligraphy is not high-quality, it is also a masterpiece. It is rare for women to achieve this.

Moreover, it seems that all people who love poetry and write poetry have exquisite and moderate comments. I believe that it is precisely because of the same hobbies that they can become friends with Yu Yan.

But if you want to use this to test him, it’s just a bit of a pediatric department.

Luo Jiao wrote it obviously was a couple's poem, and he wanted to write it, so of course he also had to use it as the title.

Seeing that Wang Kang was hesitating a little, Luo Jiao said coldly: "If you can't do it, you don't have to force yourself, admit it..."

But Wang Kang ignored him and walked in front of the desk, lifting his pen to write!

"I looked at the mountains and pavilions with my dry eyes, and I had seen it when I heard it."

"I am afraid of drinking a glass of wine, so I can't write a poem of harmony."

"The road is separated by people for a long time, but there is no news of the news and geese are sent back too late."

"The lonely lamp guards the lonely night, and the husband remembers his wife and his father remembers his son."

Seeing this, Luo Jiao and the three girls also came over.

"This word?"

Before they could read what they wrote, they were attracted by the words.

The few people looked at each other and were surprised. They really didn't expect that Wang Kang could write such good writing.

It seems loose, but the pen is elegant, and this type of font has never been seen before. It looks like running script, but it also looks like another style...

This is also the result of Wang Kang's diligent study and practice. After developing his advanced version of the gold finger, Wang Kang consciously learned.

The brush font I learned comes from Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi is known as the saint of calligraphy. His "Lanting Preface" is known as the world's number one running script.

Wang Kang is naturally far behind, but even if he learns a little bit of fur, it is enough to shock everyone.

"This..." Luo Jiao was even more shocked. She had thought that Wang Kang could write.

It is extremely difficult to write calligraphy in brushes, and it is even more difficult to write well, which requires long-term practice.

Will a prodigal son work hard on this? No matter how he thinks, even if he can design women's supplies, he will definitely not study this.

But now it is obvious that the calligraphy font is much better than what she wrote.

This is not fake, it is real.

When he came up, he was slapped in the face? Luo Jiao's face couldn't help but blush.

At this time, Wang Kang had already put down his pen and said with a smile: "I have finished writing..."
Chapter completed!