The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

The people present looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hu Guang is too eager to advance his career.

The art of flattery is subtle and effortless.

Yang Shiqi's face darkened slightly.

Still drawing to record things?

That bastard Hu Guang wants to have his dark history recorded in history?

Hu Guang's words struck a chord with Zhu Di, who immediately burst into laughter.

"OK!"

"Someone, bring me pen and ink!"

The waiter quickly brought over the finest Xuan paper, Huizhou ink, and Huzhou brushes, which were laid out on the long table in the cabin.

Hu Guang rolled up his sleeves, picked up his brush, pondered for a moment, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write on the plain paper.

He first sketched the outline of the night scene of the Qinhuai River with a few strokes, and then turned his brush to depict the scene of the imperial boat and the painted boats connecting with meticulous brushwork. On the imperial boat, Zhu Di stood with his hands behind his back at the bow, with a majestic and imposing appearance. He was surrounded by civil and military officials such as Yang Rong and Zhang Fu, with different expressions, some surprised and some thoughtful.

The three-story painted boat named "Yixiangfang" was brightly lit, with flying eaves and vermilion railings, and one could vaguely see graceful figures and fluttering colorful ribbons inside the boat.

The most striking part of the painting is the people on the open deck between the two ships.

Hu Guang vividly captured the expressions of each person with a brushwork that combined meticulous detail with freehand strokes.

The central figure in the painting is undoubtedly Zhu Zhanjun.

Hu Guang placed him in a position slightly above the others, and his ordinary silk robe could not conceal his refined and elegant demeanor.

The boy stood facing the wind, his clothes fluttering slightly, one hand hanging naturally at his sides, the other seemingly raised in front of him, facing Yang Shiqi.

With the final stroke, Hu Guang inscribed the painting's title, "Enlightenment on the Qinhuai River," and beside it, in elegant running script, wrote: "On the night of the ninth year of the Yongle reign, the grandson of the Emperor, Prince Zhanjun of Jiyang, accompanied Prince Gaosui of Zhao to watch the lanterns on the Qinhuai River, leaning against the fragrant boat. Just then, the Emperor himself was on a boat procession, and the scholar Yang Shiqi reprimanded him according to etiquette. Prince Zhanjun then calmly expounded the profound meanings of 'the mind is principle' and 'extending innate knowledge.' Upon hearing this, Yang Shiqi bowed in admiration, and everyone exclaimed that he was a celestial being. The Emperor was greatly pleased and ordered this painting to commemorate this grand event. Your subject, Hu Guang, respectfully painted and inscribed this."

After finishing the painting, Hu Guang smiled at Zhu Zhanjun.

"I would like to request Your Highness Prince Jiyang to inscribe these four lines of philosophical discourse on mind as a memento."

Zhu Di stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Minister Hu, you have some ideas."

"Zhanjun, what do you think?"

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled.

If he can keep up his act even into future generations, then he has to keep it up!

He immediately took the pen.

"Looking after my grandson."

Having said that, he immediately picked up his brush.

The previous calligraphy skill (beginner) has been upgraded to calligraphy (transcendent).

His calligraphy, even when placed in the history of calligraphy, is at a top-tier level.

After a moment's thought, Zhu Zhanjun recalled Zhu Di's previous memorials and understood the situation.

Zhu Di admired the small regular script of Zhao Mengfu, Ouyang Xun, and Zhong Yao, whose calligraphy was dignified and vigorous. At the same time, he highly praised the regular script of Shen Du, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, and even called Shen Du "the Wang Xizhi of our dynasty". The Taige style, which influenced the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years, gradually took shape under Zhu Di's influence.

With his current abilities, writing in the official style would be a piece of cake for him.

He remained calm.

Write down the four lines: "The body is neither good nor evil, but the movement is either good or evil. Knowing good and evil is conscience; doing good and eliminating evil is the investigation of things."

Zhu Di, who was standing nearby, was just watching.

However, upon seeing Zhu Zhanjun wielding his brush, with its steady strokes, strict rules, and flowing rhythm, he immediately exclaimed.

"Beautiful handwriting!"

The surrounding officials also crowded around to take a look, and exclamations of amazement arose everywhere.

Although Zhang Fu was not particularly skilled in calligraphy, he could still tell that the characters were exceptionally beautiful, with a balanced structure and powerful strokes that seemed to penetrate the paper. He couldn't help but whisper to Liu Sheng beside him, "Your Highness, Prince Jiyang... how old is he? This calligraphy is something that many scholars who have practiced diligently for years might not be able to match!"

Civil officials such as Yang Rong and Hu Guang were among the best in this field.

They could naturally see the subtleties in Zhu Zhanjun's calligraphy.

Therefore, I was even more shaken.

Hu Guang stared at the twenty-eight characters, the ink still wet, and murmured, "The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, the structure is broad and expansive, deeply capturing the essence of Scholar Shen's regular script, yet possessing its own unique elegance... This, this is truly written by His Highness himself?"

Yang Rong licked his lips, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Your Highness is only six years old, yet your calligraphy possesses such profound essence."

"In less than ten years, all the great calligraphers in the world will probably have to kneel before Your Highness."

The other civil officials nodded subconsciously upon hearing this.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

They also have pride in their hearts.

But no matter how arrogant one is, one must lower one's proud head in the face of this Prince of Jiyang.

Who the hell can be six years old and have such a high level of skill?

Damn it, now we can't even take orders from kids anymore.

Before you know it, someone's taken down.

Yang Shiqi was deeply moved by the debate earlier, and now, seeing Zhu Zhanjun's calligraphy, his feelings were even more complicated and indescribable.

This calligraphy is not only skillful and steady, but more importantly, it is full of spirit and rhythm, and it has already reached the realm of "mind and hand in harmony".

Damn, is there really such a genius?

Not only does it possess a unique philosophical framework, but it also rivals the level of a calligraphy master.

Did they start practicing in the womb?

He remained silent for a moment.

"Your Highness's calligraphy already possesses the air of a master."

Zhu Yi, Li Heng, and the others standing nearby were almost about to urinate.

Is this still the same Lao Da who used to brag to them in the main hall every day?

This makes them seem silly.

Zhu Gaosui was already in a daze.

This nephew, is he six years old?

Zhu Di liked it more and more as he looked at it, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the edge of the Xuan paper, as if he were touching a treasure, feeling extremely happy.

Not only is my grandson exceptionally intelligent, capable of expounding profound and timeless philosophical principles, but he is also remarkably skilled in calligraphy. He is truly a prodigy, excelling in both literature and martial arts.

Our Zhu family is awesome!

Just as he was about to continue praising, he saw that Zhu Zhanjun had not stopped writing. Instead, he dipped his brush in ink again and wrote another short poem.

Zhu Di looked closely and couldn't help but read it aloud.

"At night, the lights reflect the stars, and music and singing fill the painted boats."

"The lonely moon shines coldly through the ages, illuminating the Qinhuai River alone."

He clicked his tongue in amazement.

"The Qinhuai River, where I still ride alone to admire the scenery."

"Zhan Jun also has a rather romantic temperament."