The Emperor came to the painting and nodded repeatedly while looking at Tang Bohu's painting on the table.
"Indeed, one of the four great talents, this painting has great artistic conception."
Suddenly, the Emperor's gaze shifted to the poem.
When he read the last sentence, he couldn't help but praise loudly.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at them for not seeing through.
Good poem, good poem.
"Tang Aiqing, this sentence is excellently written."
Tang Bohu's face instantly reddened upon hearing this.
"This line wasn't written by me, it was written by this young brother."
"You wrote this?" The Emperor was stunned.
"I didn't expect the young brother to write such a profound poem. Why not come to my court and be an official?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "I am here delivering food, and I will return soon."
"Delivering food?"
The Emperor still didn't understand what delivering food meant.
It should be a very skilled profession, he thought.
