After a loud shout like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, Liu Wei stretched out his right hand and pulled up the sleeve of his robe.

These wide sleeves are much more troublesome than modern narrow sleeves, since you have to use your other hand to hold the food when you eat.

Otherwise, you'll encounter soup or broth.

A beautiful woman with spring-like eyes stepped forward gracefully and handed over the wolf-hair brush.

As Liu Wei took the wolf-hair brush, he gave the beautiful woman a flirtatious wink and made a soft "de" sound.

This made Meiji tremble with joy, her legs tightened, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with delight.

Liu Biao was indeed a handsome man, but unfortunately he was quite old.

Liu Wei is also a handsome and dashing young man, in the prime of his youth.

Then the level of male hormones will naturally be higher.

Which beautiful woman doesn't like a handsome man? If a young woman and a middle-aged woman have to choose to share a room, of course she'll choose the younger one!

The frequency and momentum are definitely different.

To create an air of mystery, to be eccentric and arrogant!

The same thought flashed through the minds of both Liu Biao and Liu Zhang.

However, Liu Wei's current aura truly took their breath away.

After all, that loud shout just now had the air of a learned pioneer, and didn't seem like someone who was just all show and no substance.

Liu Dai, Liu Yao, and Liu Yu were taken aback by Liu Wei's loud shout.

This kind of spirit and energy is not something someone without any cultural background could possess.

However, they still held no hope.

As everyone knows, Liu Wei grew up in an ordinary family, and he has only been in the border region for about half a year.

Unless he receives guidance from the God of Literature.

Otherwise, he would never be as good as Liu Biao at writing articles.

The title of "Eight Talents of Jiangxia" was not given lightly.

Moreover, Liu Biao already had a masterpiece to follow. Even if Liu Wei was also talented, it would be extremely difficult for him to surpass Liu Biao's poem.

All three shook their heads.

They were all thinking that Liu Wei should just give up and get to the table to drink, eat, and flirt with the beautiful woman—wouldn't that be wonderful?

When Liu Hua heard Liu Wei's loud shout, his dejected mood seemed to be pierced by a ray of warm sunshine.

“He is destined to seize the throne and is also Shou’er’s husband. How could he possibly admit defeat so easily?”

"He must possess a wealth of literary talent, but we simply don't know it."

"His restraint is surely a sign that he is waiting until he puts pen to paper before making a stunning statement and winning Liu Biao's complete respect."

"This child possesses extraordinary shrewdness and wisdom!"

Looking at Liu Wei, who was dipping his brush in the inkstone with a serious expression, Liu Hua's confidence immediately increased.

"Liu Yunzhong, hurry up and start writing! We've been waiting so long we're about to wither away!"

Seeing that Liu Wei was putting on an act, Liu Zhang had been waiting impatiently and urged him to hurry up.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wei immediately thought of the background music for Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), and smiled, "Everyone, watch closely!"

Taking a deep breath, Liu Wei wrote the first sentence with swift, flowing strokes:

"The phoenix soars a hundred feet high!"

This is... nothing special!

Feifeng Tower is 33 zhang tall, only 3 to 5 zhang shorter than the nine-story pagoda of Baoguo Temple in the south of Luoyang City.

Everyone felt it was straightforward and lacked any wow factor.

"Haha! I never expected Liu Yunzhong's handwriting to be so astonishing! If we hadn't looked closely, we almost wouldn't have recognized it!"

Liu Zhang pointed at the words Liu Wei had written and burst into laughter.

Liu Wei's handwriting is like earthworms crawling and tadpoles jumping, completely devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

Not to mention the twists and turns, the reverse entry and the smooth exit, it can't even achieve the hanging needle and drooping dew.

Liu Yu, Liu Yao, and Liu Dai couldn't help but sneer.

It's unbelievable that a prince, a fiefdom lord, couldn't even write properly.

If this were to become known to the world, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the Liu family descendants and the imperial family?

"It's not a calligraphy competition, it's a competition of writing prose! Let's keep watching!"

Liu Hua, naturally unable to bear the sarcasm and ridicule from the crowd, hurriedly spoke up.

"The Princess is right. Let's wait and see what kind of ivory Liu Yunzhong can produce!"

Liu Zhang seemed to agree with Liu Hua's words, but in reality, he was mocking him!

Liu Wei ignored his sarcastic remarks and picked up her pen to write the next sentence:

"One can pluck the stars from the sky with their own hands."

hiss!

That's interesting!

This sentence seems ordinary, but the way it's said reveals the extraordinary height of Feifeng Tower.

And a sense of dominance that overlooks the world arises spontaneously from it.

The sun, moon, and stars, the Milky Way so bright, are so close at hand—how magnificent!

"good!"

Liu Yu couldn't help but clap and cheer!

Reading it in its entirety adds several unique layers of meaning.

Liu Biao was slightly taken aback, but he had to admit that the sentence was indeed ingenious.

How could a young man in his twenties have such a broad mind, even embracing the stars in the sky?

Liu Dai and Liu Yao both frowned, their faces showing slight surprise.

They never expected that Liu Wei, whose handwriting was as thin as tadpoles, could produce such characters.

Liu Hua didn't feel anything at first, after all, she was still somewhat lacking in the appreciation of classical Chinese poetry.

But Liu Yu's cheer made her excited.

Liu Hua glanced at the crowd and noticed that although their expressions varied, they had lost their initial disdain and gained more seriousness and focus.

Needless to say, it must be Liu Wei who wrote it well!

Everyone couldn't help but look forward to what was to come.

"What's so great about the first two lines? The poem is long!"

"If a rooster's poop is hard at the top, it's bound to have diarrhea later on."

However, Liu Zhang made an inappropriate analogy, which infuriated Liu Hua so much that he rolled his eyes at him:

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