"But you see."
Qin Feng continued, "Using 'longing' and 'pride' within this piece Man Jianghong is simply an insult to the poem; to speak seriously, it's an insult to Great General Yue Fei!"
"Whatever you write must align with the realm of the characters; it should not always be an exhibition of one's desires and pride."
"Therefore, this piece of calligraphy is not that impressive."
"..."
Having finished speaking.
The living room was extremely quiet.
Uncle Fu, standing by, broke out in cold sweat, thinking this time Qin Feng was in trouble.
Zuoqiu Hu Lie couldn't utter a single word, blankly staring at Qin Feng.
For quite a while.
He looked at his own piece again, and the more he looked, the more ashamed he felt; the more he looked, the more he felt disgrace. In the end, he directly grabbed it and tore it all apart!
"Master..."
Uncle Fu was shocked at this sight.
