Datang: Son-in-law, I beg you to come out of the mountain

Wen Ji got Yang Zhuo's reply, and then looked at Yang Zhuo's peerless paintings and lingering love poems.

I chanted it repeatedly all day long, and even when I was sleeping alone on the orchid bed, I had to hug that fan.

Fengyue Tower is a place frequented by dignitaries, literati and poets. Wen Ji hasn't come out to meet guests for a long time, and these people have opinions.

At this time, I heard that Yang Zhuo was the most talented in learning, calligraphy and painting were also unmatched, and Wen Ji fell in love with Yang Zhuo to the bone.

This aroused their strong jealousy, and they told Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang what they said, embellishing it.

"Arrogance! How dare you say that your paintings are unprecedented!"

"That's right! It's crazy! They actually said that our four masters in the early Tang Dynasty were drizzle in front of Yang Zhuo!"

Both of them were officials in the court, after discussing with each other, they decided to meet Yang Zhuo together.

They asked Wen Ji to relay it to Yang Zhuo and let him come to the challenge.

……

Yangjiazhuang.

"My lord, this is the news from Fengyue Tower just now, saying that Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang are going to challenge you." Old Zhang said.

Yang Zhuo was lying under the grape trellis to enjoy the shade, while Xiaoman was beside him shaking his fan.

"Show me." Yang Zhuo slightly opened his eyes.

Lao Zhang handed the challenge letter to Yang Zhuo, Yang Zhuo looked at it, smiled and continued to close his eyes to rest.

"You go back to them, I will definitely come as promised." Yang Zhuo said with a smile.

"My lord, Xiaoman can hear that Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang are both powerful and talented." Xiaoman worried.

Yang Zhuo took Xiaoman's hand, smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, my son specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction."

……

Fengyue Building.

Yang Zhuo came leisurely, and as soon as he entered, he saw that the entire Fengyue Building was already full.

There are quite a few people who came here to watch the excitement.

"Is this the madman Yang Zhuo?"

"It is said that he is very talented in poetry and prose!"

"So what if you learn well? Today we are comparing paintings and calligraphy! Can he still be better than the great painter Yan Liben? Can he be better than the calligrapher Chu Suiliang?"

"Exactly! How dare you rob us of a woman! Let him lose today and leave only his pants!"

Yan Liben was a famous painter in the early Tang Dynasty. He once made portraits of Li Shimin. The paintings he made were lifelike and praised by the world.

And Chu Suiliang, one of the four great masters in the early Tang Dynasty, worked in calligraphy. At first he learned Yu Shinan's calligraphy style, and later absorbed Wang Xizhi's wild cursive style. Together with Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, and Xue Ji, he was called the Four Masters of the early Tang Dynasty.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Yang Zhuo couldn't help but sigh with emotion, these people will follow others' advice, and they have already decided that he will lose before this even started?
That being the case, just wait and see how your jaws drop in shock!
"My lord, Yang Zhuo, say hello to the two masters." Yang Zhuo bowed politely.

After all, both Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang are more than 800 years older than him. He is a junior and should be respected.

Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang saw that Yang Zhuo was so polite, not as arrogant as the rumors said.

His face looked a little better.

"It's useless to be polite here, the old man will not show mercy today."

"Exactly, I won't let you just because you are a junior! Show your strength!"

The two said coldly.

"Please!" Yang Zhuo smiled slightly, with an indescribable confidence on his face.

On the attic, Wen Ji was sitting in the gauze tent, looking excitedly at Yang Zhuo below.

"Fortunately, it's Mr. Yang Zhuo. Facing the two masters, only Mr. Yang Zhuo can remain confident!"

"Huang...Old Li, look, Yang Zhuo is here!" Du Ruhui said.

"I'm not blind, I can see!" Li Shimin covered his face with his sleeves and revealed his eyes.

They heard from Chu Suiliang that they asked for leave today and came to meet Yang Zhuo.

Feel free to come to watch the battle in disguise.

However, he was afraid that Wei Zheng would find out that he came to Fengyue Tower, so even though he was disguised, he still didn't dare to show his face.

"Old Li, you don't have to cover your face, you are a man disguised as a woman today, no one else can tell!" Fang Xuanling said.

Li Shimin turned his head and glanced at Fang Xuanling.

"puff!"

"Old Fang, you... it's ridiculous to be dressed as a man! That blush looks like a monkey's butt!" Li Shimin laughed.

"Old Li, don't laugh at me, look at your sausage red lips..." Fang Xuanling said speechlessly.

Fang Xuanling's family education is very strict, if his wife finds out and comes to Fengyue Tower, he will be punished to kneel all night when he returns.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, he and Li Shimin disguised themselves as Du Ruhui's maid...

"Can this Yang Zhuo win today?" Li Shimin looked down and asked.

Du Ruhui shook his head: "Hang!"

"This Yan Liben has first-class painting skills. I have seen it before. I also know that Chu Suiliang is good at calligraphy."

"But Yang Zhuo, I haven't seen him write anything, or make any paintings."

Fang Xuanling twisted the handkerchief, nodded and said: "In my Tang Dynasty, no one can beat Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang. I am afraid that Yang Zhuo will lose."

Li Shimin said with a straight face: "Yang Zhuo is amazing! You actually said he will lose? He will definitely win!"

My son-in-law is the most powerful, bar none.

Fang Xuanling: ...

Du Ruhui: ...

You are the emperor, you are what you say!

By the way, Yang Zhuo's game has started.

"For the sake of fairness, this morning, Yan Gong will compete with you, and this afternoon, I will compete with you again, what do you think?" Chu Suiliang said.

Yang Zhuo smiled, shook the folding fan and said, "Don't be so troublesome, let's come together, I'm busy, I have things to do later."

Yan Liben: ...

Chu Suiliang: ...

"You asked for it yourself! Mr. Yan, let's go up together and kill him without leaving a single piece! Let him know how to write the word low-key!" Chu Suiliang felt insulted.

Yan Liben nodded, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a brush, and scribbled on the paper.

Without saying a word, Chu Suiliang bowed his head and began to dance around.

After half an hour...

"Wow, the walking chariot picture! I am lucky to see the real one today!"

"Yes, this "Lanting Collection Preface" is well copied, but it seems to be almost tasteless." Yang Zhuo sighed and commented.

Yan Liben: "If you have this spare time to look at our paintings, you might as well hurry up and finish them!"

Chu Suiliang: "Exactly! I'm ashamed to say that my word is almost tasteless! Hmph!"

Yang Zhuo smiled.

"me?"

"I've finished drawing, and I've finished writing."

"Because I have a lot of time, I also framed it by the way."

what?
How much time do you have?
Also framed by the way?

Yan Liben: ...

Chu Suiliang: ...

"Don't talk big! Take out the paintings and calligraphy, let's compare!"

Yan Liben and Chu Suiliang said coldly, thinking that Yang Zhuo must be talking big!
This young man doesn't even blush when he tells a lie!
What a world!