Zhao Lin wrote with great speed and finished the work in one go. Yun Zhiyi immediately had someone fan the ink to dry it, and then two maids each pulled up a corner of the work for everyone to see.

“Good handwriting!”

"I've never seen anything like it!"

"No wonder Miss Yun said his calligraphy is unique and has its own style. It's true!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Bai Shicheng was horrified and rushed forward without caring about his manners, and lay down close to take a closer look.

After a long time, Bai Shicheng's face turned pale.

Yun Zhiyi was also watching and sighed, "The brush strokes are sharp, strong and upright. I've never seen such a handwriting. Which calligraphy master did Mr. Zhao learn from?"

Fu Liqing said proudly, "This font was created by Master Zhao himself."

"What?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely not!"

Many people blurted out their opinions in an intense tone.

"Humph, calligraphy is nothing else but a little cleverness."

Bai Shicheng's reaction was the most intense: "Even if you've been practicing calligraphy since you were born, you can't possibly create a font like this. Tell me, which calligraphy master did you steal it from?"

Two voices rang out at the same time: "Mr. Bai, be careful with your words!"

It was Fu Liqing and Yun Zhiyi.

The two women exchanged glances. Yun Zhiyi, as the landlord, said unhappily, "Mr. Bai, don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Bai Shicheng pointed at the poem and angrily said, "What evidence do you want? This is the best evidence. Tell me, how many people in history could write such beautiful calligraphy in their teens?"

Yun Zhiyi said slowly, "Zhan Wenshi, the top scholar of the previous dynasty, practiced calligraphy at the age of three, was able to compose verses at the age of five, and was able to write poetry at the age of eight. He became the top scholar at the age of twenty and was known as a child prodigy. He later developed a style of epitaph that was praised by the world. However, his calligraphy was not praised until he was twenty-five, and it was not until he reached its peak that he reached forty. It is extremely rare for someone like Master Zhao to be able to write such calligraphy at the age of sixteen, let alone..."

“Not to mention creating your own font!”

Bai Shicheng took it and looked at Zhao Lin fiercely: "This is simply unheard of. Tell me, do you believe this?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"If you want to create a font, you can't just be a child prodigy. You have to read a lot of calligraphy, learn it first, practice it, and then create it. It's impossible to make it up out of thin air." Someone whispered.

"What's more, Mr. Zhao is an orphan, so it's impossible for him to have practiced calligraphy since he was a child."

Someone else added.

Everyone looked at Zhao Lin.

Bai Shicheng looked at Zhao Lin arrogantly: "My grandfather practiced calligraphy for sixty years before he barely became famous. Who do you think you are? How dare you say you created a font?"

The reason why Bai Shicheng was so angry was because his grandfather Bai Kaijing was a great calligrapher of the time. He combined the inscriptions of Zhan Wenshi and the regular script to create his own font, which was called Bai style.

The Bai family has a high status among literati, and a large part of this status comes from the glory of Bai Kaijing's original calligraphy.

Now Zhao Lin, who is not even as old as him, actually dares to say that he created the font. How can Bai Shicheng tolerate this?

So he questioned Zhao Lin on the spot without caring about his manners, just to tear off his disguise.

"He's finished now."

Zhao Mingya excitedly said to Zhao Chenhan, "What kind of calligraphy did he write when he was in the mansion? Others may not know, but how could we not know? He might have secretly learned something from others and passed it off as his own. Now that Bai Shicheng is questioning him, let's see how he explains it. If he can't explain it, his reputation will be ruined, and who will care about him in the future?"

Zhao Chenhan didn't say anything.

Of course he hoped that everything would be as Zhao Mingya said.

But he had a feeling that Bai Shicheng might not get the upper hand.

Facing Bai Shicheng's questioning, Zhao Lin put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and looked at him with his chin: "Who do you think you are? How dare you ask me this?"

"you?"

Bai Shicheng didn't expect Zhao Lin to speak like this. His face suddenly turned very ugly: "You can't explain it?"

"Explain? Why should I explain?" Zhao Lin looked at Bai Shicheng with amusement: "Tell me, why should I explain to you?"

"You, I..."

Bai Shicheng kept saying "I" for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason.

Yes, why should I explain to him?

Just because someone’s handwriting is good?

There is no such thing in the world.

If you think there is a problem, just go ahead and check it out. If you find out, you can make him lose face.

But if you ask them to explain, what should they explain?

Bai Shicheng's face turned red, and he looked around, wanting to find some helpers, but who would dare to speak at this time?

Whoever speaks will be implicated.

Not to mention that Miss Fu is standing next to you, staring at you with a fierce look, as if she will beat to death anyone who dares to say anything nonsense. What can you say even if you open your mouth?

Besides, it has nothing to do with me now. It was that idiot Bai Shicheng who insisted on provoking others. Let him embarrass himself. Why should I look for trouble?

But some people just don't have that brain.

"Mr. Bai just wants to know how Mr. Zhao got such good handwriting. He wants to learn from his experience. If Mr. Zhao doesn't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Why is he being so aggressive?"

Zhao Mingya!

Fu Liqing looked at Zhao Mingya angrily: "Ya'er, what are you doing?"

Zhao Mingya chuckled and said, "Young Master Zhao is so talented at such a young age, and his calligraphy is also excellent. He is a role model for our generation. I also want Young Master Zhao to share his experience so that my younger brother can learn from him."

"The fifth young lady of the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion."

"It seems he holds a grudge."

Someone chuckled.

They all knew that Zhao Chenhan's apprenticeship with Master Cheng Wang died halfway through.

The Zhenbei Marquis Mansion lost such a big person for no reason, how could they not seek revenge.

It's here now.

But they also wanted to watch the fun, and at the same time they had some of the same ideas as Zhao Mingya said.

Among the people present, except Zhao Chenhan, Zhao Lin was the youngest and an orphan. He unexpectedly had such talent and calligraphy. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe that there was such a person in the world.

So they all want to figure out whether this is true or false.

If it was fake, how did Zhao Lin deceive everyone?

And if it is true, then we need to find out where he got all his talent.

Seeing Zhao Mingya jump out, Zhao Lin smiled: "Miss Zhao Wu really loves your brother. If you don't know, you would think he is your biological brother."

Everyone around seemed to be lost in thought.

Is the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion so good to its adopted son?

Or is there another reason?

Zhao Mingya's expression changed slightly. She said, "I was just asking you how you studied. If you don't want to talk about it, just don't. Why bother saying such dirty words?"

Zhao Chenhan could only bite the bullet and say, "I believe in Mr. Zhao's character. There is definitely nothing wrong with him."

"hehe."

Zhao Lin sneered, "It's useless for you to believe it. Do you even need to believe it?"

Zhao Chenhan's face flushed.

Zhao Mingya said angrily: "Zhao Lin, don't go too far. After all, you are also..."

Zhao Mingya's words came to an abrupt end.

Of course she couldn't let others know Zhao Lin's true identity.

Zhao Lin said calmly: "What am I?"