The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Looking at the mountains and rivers with dry eyes, I know how many times I have seen it."

"Kukong is afraid of drinking a glass of wine, and it is difficult to write rhymes."

"It's been a long time since we left each other on the road, and there is no geese to send back the news."

"The solitary lamp keeps watch at night and is lonely. The husband remembers his wife and the father remembers his children."

Seeing this, Luo Jiao's three daughters also moved over.

"This word?"

Before reading what was written, they were attracted by the words.

Several people looked at each other in surprise, they really did not expect Wang Kang to be able to write such a good handwriting.

It looks loose, but the writing is chic, and this kind of font is never seen before. It looks like Xingkai, but it seems to be another style...

This is also the result of Wang Kang's hard work and hard work. After developing the function of the advanced version of his own cheat, Wang Kang consciously began to learn.

The brush calligraphy I learned came from Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi is known as the sage of calligraphy, and his "Lanting Preface" is known as the best running script in the world.

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

"This..." Luo Jiao was even more dumbfounded, she had never thought that Wang Kang could write.

Writing brush characters is extremely difficult, and it is even more difficult to write well, which requires long-term practice.

Would a prodigal son work hard on this?No matter how you think about it, it's impossible, even if he can design those women's supplies, he certainly won't delve into it.

But now it is obvious that this calligraphy is far better than what she wrote.

This can't be fake, it's real.

Get slapped in the face right away?Luo Jiao blushed involuntarily.

At this moment, Wang Kang had already put down his pen and said with a smile, "I've finished writing..."

[Author's digression]: The third update (Everyone should understand now that the plots I wrote are rarely useless. This book has more than 60 words. I try to write wonderful twists and turns, but also ensure that everyone can read it. It’s cool, but it’s hard to say. Regarding the update, I’m not full-time, and I still update more than 20 words a month. This is already sacrificing my spare time and even the rest time. I just hope that everyone can understand and have no other intentions. Thank you for your support.)

Chapter 292 Tai'an City Lord, Luo Xin

Hearing Wang Kang's voice, Luo Jiao came back to her senses, her complexion was slightly unnatural, and her eyes subconsciously looked at the content of the poem written by Wang Kang.

Husband remembers wife!

Luo Jiao frowned slightly, she was sure she had never heard this poem before, and looked at the other two women, who also shook their heads indistinctly.

Could it be original?

Luo Jiao began to read in shock, staring at the distant mountains and rivers with withered eyes, knowing how many times she had seen each other...

This is indeed a husband and wife poem. The whole poem says a word of memory, husband to wife, expressing the pain of missing his wife and children at home...

It implicitly expresses the loneliness of long nights and insomnia.

Compared with her work, it is a different artistic conception, but it fits the title she made, without flaws and impeccable.

But is this really what he did?

Luo Jiao was in a state of uncertainty, with complicated thoughts, whether it was writing or poetry, everything met her requirements.

If we talk about who is better, it is really difficult to judge for a while, each has its own merits.

"How is it? Miss Luo?"

Wang Kang asked with a faint smile.

Hearing this sound, Luo Jiao returned to her senses and asked in doubt: "Did you really do this?"

"Could Miss Luo have heard this poem before?" Wang Kang asked with a smile.

Luo Jiao stopped talking, because she was so surprised because she had never heard of it.

Lin Yuyan didn't know what she did today, and Wang Kang couldn't possibly know that the question was just on her mind.

Is this really what he did?No matter how you think about it, it's impossible!

Luo Jiao's mind was in a mess, and she wanted to refute but couldn't say why, so she wrote it herself on the spot, unless he had heard others know about this poem before.

But it doesn't make sense!

"Miss Luo?" Wang Kang asked again.

"This... counts as a tie!" Luo Jiao held back for a long time, and said this with a slightly red face.

"Tie?" Wang Kang raised his eyebrows.

"Then what else do you want?" A woman said: "The words in your poem are just average, and it's different from Sister Jiao's..."

"Okay, okay," Wang Kang interrupted her, and said hastily, "If you say it's a tie, let it be a tie!"

He really didn't want to hear these words.

"You want to compete, and you have already tried it, now it's time for Yuyan to come out!" Wang Kang said directly.

Luo Jiao stared blankly at Wang Kang's poem "Remembering His Wife", she couldn't figure it out...

At this time, the door in front of the courtyard was pushed open, and Lin Yuyan ran out to Wang Kang's side, and said helplessly, "They won't let me out, saying they want to test you."

"How about it, what masterpiece have you written?"

Lin Yuyan leaned over and looked at it, only then did Wang Kang notice that there was still a woman behind her,

This woman looked to be about the same age as Lin Yuyan, wearing a blue emerald green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt of water mist and green grass, wearing a fresh and elegant style, her face and figure were excellent.

But for some reason, Wang Kang felt that she seemed to have emotions towards him, and obviously felt a chill.

This group of people is really sick, and Wang Kangmin didn't pay any attention to it.

"Let's take a look, which one is better than the one I wrote?"

Luo Jiao said hurriedly.

Now I don't care about Lin Yuyan coming out.

She didn't want to be compared to Wang Kang.