"Interesting, really interesting. Suddenly, someone snapped and applauded.

It was the third prince, who also heard Du Feng's crazy words just now, turned around from the edge of the painting boat, and walked towards the center of the poetry meeting.

He looked at Du Feng and continued: "I admire arrogant people, because in my eyes, only people with strong capital are qualified to be arrogant, it seems that you are a person with real skills." ”

As the voice of the three princes sounded, the angry and noisy poetry meeting became silent for a while.

And Chen Qimo, the Qilin Prince, came to the front of the three princes, bowed his hand, and skillfully took the words of the three princes, and said: "His Royal Highness the prince, I have an interesting proposal for this Du Feng. ”

"Oh, please. The third prince came slowly, and when he heard the word "interesting", his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"It's better to give a poem title from His Royal Highness, and let Du Feng compose a poem according to the poem title issued by His Royal Highness. Qilinzi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear that he is taking the opportunity to give Du Feng a fatal blow.

"It's really interesting, just do what you say, Du Feng, can you hear?" the third prince asked Du Feng, to be precise, he was not asking, but annunciating.

Du Feng had no reason to refuse a prince's announcement.

At this point, the talented literati in the poetry club sneered and waited for Du Feng to make a fool of himself.

"The show is coming, old lady see how you die!"

The demon saint in Du Feng's mind seemed to be able to foresee how embarrassed Du Feng would be next.

In fact, her soul control wine, the effect has passed, and she can only control Du Feng twice for a short time, but a wisp of her divine thoughts still remains in Du Feng's head, and it has not dissipated, wanting to see what Du Feng's result is.

And Du Feng let out a long sigh.

Above this poetry meeting, everyone is watching, he really doesn't want to show even a trace of means, but the current situation is beyond him.

"I want to play your grandfather to death, but unfortunately, you are destined to be disappointed, next, take a good look at how your grandfather and I behave, don't be frightened by your grandfather and my ability." ”

"What can you do? I think you can compose any poems, my wife. ”

Du Feng was talking to the Demon Saintess in his mind, and he was a little distracted, so his expression on his face was a little dull.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person who can write poetry.

And Han Yiyi on her side had obvious worry on her face.

She is not like Han Zihao, she will only lack the heart and feel that Du Feng is awesome, she can think that if Du Feng does not have enough poetic talent, I am afraid that next, it will be out of control, and the third prince may be angry on the spot and blame Du Feng.

The more I think about it, the more worried I become.

She snatched the wine bottle from Du Feng's hand and said solemnly: "Don't drink it! You were drunk just now and said something you shouldn't have said, disaster came out of your mouth, and a big disaster is about to come!"

It's just that Du Feng at this time, in front of Han Yiyi, still didn't forget to pretend to be elegant and easy-going, and said with a slight smile: "Don't panic." ”

"When are you not panicking, you listen to me, or I can help you, I, Han Yiyi, am recognized as the first talented woman in Wudu, I ...... I'll write a poem for you later, so that you can fool yourself through, that's all, that's all. ”

Han Yiyi was very nervous and mustered up the courage to compose poems for Du Feng and tide over the difficulties for Du Feng.

It's just that she was too involved when she made her decision, and she said to herself, but she didn't notice that Du Feng, who was full of alcohol, had already staggered to his feet and walked towards the third prince.

He bowed his hand to the third prince and said, "I have seen Your Highness." ”

"Du Feng, let's start, I miss my deceased wife and concubine, so I will make a poem with this theme, I believe that you should be a person with real skills. The third prince nodded to Du Feng and gave him enough trust.

The rest of the people saw it in their eyes, and they sneered even more in their hearts.

Because it's tantamount to killing.

At this time, the higher Du Feng is held, the worse he will fall.

And of course Du Feng also knows this truth, basically, he has been able to make it clear that the three princes in front of him are not a good thing.

Du Feng casually picked up the wine bottle on the table again, poured it into his mouth, and took a big sip.

Feeling the heat of the drink, I can't help but sigh in my heart: the drink is really a good thing!

It's just that he seems to have forgotten how painful he was after his hangover just last night.

It's just that although the wine is hard to drink, the fluttering feeling after drinking is really pleasant.

Du Feng didn't drink too much this time, he still had a certain amount of sobriety, and he still deeply remembered his own obscene development principles.

Looking around, looking at this lively poetry meeting, I sighed again in my heart.

Under normal circumstances, he would never show any background in front of people, but this time, even if he wanted to, he couldn't keep a low profile.

"Well, since the situation is compelling, let's make a high profile, miss the poems of my beloved wife......"

Du Feng squinted slightly, thinking in his heart.

Thanks to the time when he was on Earth, in order to evolve, he copied a lot of ancient poems.

Therefore, he remembered a lot of poems, and soon remembered a poem about missing his deceased wife.

"There you have it!" Du Feng said as he opened his eyes.

But he drank the wine, his head was a little dizzy, and he stumbled, holding on to the table so that he did not fall.

This appearance of being about to get drunk makes people even more convinced that he can't think of anything at all, let alone compose poetry, maybe he can't even compose lyrics!

"Du Feng, are you feasible?" Qilinzi asked in a concerned tone, and then his tone became sharp: "If you don't have the ability, your false name will be implemented, I hope you don't disappoint His Royal Highness." ”

And Du Feng didn't pay any attention to the unicorn at all, and was ready to start reciting poetry.

"Ten years...... Hiccup!"

A full hiccup, interrupting Du Feng's verse.

The demon saint girl in her brain sneered again and again, and mocked: "Don't get drunk so fast, I'm still waiting to see what verses you can make, but with your amount of alcohol, you still want to get me drunk, it's really ridiculous." ”

"Heh, dare to say that your grandfather and I have a bad amount of alcohol, and sooner or later grandpa will get you drunk one day, and then ......"

"Come on, the old lady is waiting for you, but you pass this level first, let's die slut!"

"Just look at it. ”

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

Du Feng threw down the wine bottle, and the porcelain wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

That's when I started to read:

"Ten years...... Life and death are boundless, without thinking, and ...... unforgettable"

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. ”

"There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. ”

"It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the bright moon night will be short, and the ...... of Matsuoka"

According to the memory in his mind, Du Feng read out this poem of missing his deceased wife leisurely.

Perhaps because he drank the wine, he just read this poem, and roughly experienced the feelings of longing and sadness in the poetry, and he also felt extremely pathetic.

You can imagine how sad it is.

And this poem comes from Su Shi,

That is, Su Dongpo.

The poem is titled "Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month"

It is a poem written by Su Dongpo in memory of his deceased wife "Wang Fu".

The core of poetry is to miss his deceased wife, which just meets the conditions of the poem given by the three princes.