He got up and left the porch and walked to the nearby garden to answer the phone.

"Hey."

"Brother Feng, when are you coming back?"

"It's going to be some time, Fluttershy, is there anything you can do?"

"I want to tell you, it seems that there are unknown people hiding around your house, so I will call and ask you, is it the person you arranged?" Chen Feng was shocked,

"I didn't arrange it, how do you know?"

"I ...... I know you're out of the house, so I want to send a few people to protect your daughter, they told me. Zhou Xiaodie said: "But there seems to be no malice, or it is to protect that Mr. Yue." Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief,

"It should protect Yue Junyao."

"That's good, but for the sake of safety, I still have to send two people to protect your daughter in secret, and by the way, see if those people in the secret are Yue Junyao's people."

"Thank you, Fluttershy."

"Don't be polite to me...... Goodbye then. Chen Feng hung up the phone, thinking to himself that if this Zhou Xiaodie only saved her life during the Zhou Mansion's birthday banquet, she wouldn't be so concerned about herself, right?

Besides, when she competed with Xuanyuan Xiongyi at the Zhou Mansion Birthday Banquet, Xuanyuan Xiongyi would not want her life. She even cared so much about her own daughter, and Chen Feng felt that she was a little too good to herself.

When Chen Feng returned to the corridor hall, the competition between Ximenqing and Dongfang Wenying had reached a fever pitch, and the two of them had already written three poems each, and they were really two talents.

A new poem by Dongfang Wenying was very good and won full applause. Ximen Qing is a little Jiang Lang, and he doesn't shake his hair anymore, and he is so anxious in winter that he is sweating.

Losing to no one can lose to the people of the Dongfang family, especially Dongfang Ping's younger brother! Dongfang Wenying looked at him very proudly, how can you do it?

At this time, he saw Chen Feng, who had just entered the corridor, and the corners of his mouth raised,

"That Mr. Chen Feng, who is known as Miss Qiuyue's boyfriend, don't you write a poem for your beloved goddess? I wonder if your level of poetry writing is as good as juggling? Chen Feng smiled faintly, of course he wanted to compose poetry, since he and Li Yue publicly admitted each other, they must not drop the price, and they must strive to be the best in any competition at today's birthday banquet.

He walked to the bookcase and began to write with enthusiasm, Cao Wenruo's eyes lit up when he looked at his font,

The word...... Handsome, chic, ethereal, elegant, delicate strokes, beautiful layout, colorful ink, magnificent, there is a kind of everyone's demeanor! Ximen Qing shook his head,

"I have to say, your writing is really beautiful, very similar to the calligraphy style of Wu Ziming in my sister's collection." Cao Wenruo nodded,

"It's very god-like, indeed." Chen Feng thought to himself, could this Wu Ziming really be a senior brother?

"This poem is also beautifully written!" Ximenqing picked up the poem written by Chen Feng and read: There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by. Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded, especially the man, who couldn't help but yearn for it, and then looked at Murong Qiuyue and several other beauties present.

Ximenqing exclaimed: "This is the poem that writes about beauties, the country and the city, is there such a beauty in the world?" He couldn't help but look at Li Yue, his eyes lit up,

"Miss Qiuyue is just like the beauty in the poem."

"Chen Feng's poem, wanting to promote the old and suppress, to be simple to win the complex, to make the virtual real, the love is sincere, overflowing in the poems, it is really a first-class masterpiece." Cao Wenruo admired.

Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly, really unhappy in his heart,

"Hmph, maybe he didn't ......write it at all," Ximenqing retorted: "Then I want to ask you, have you ever heard this poem?" ”

"No ......" Ximen Qing looked at Chen Feng,

"Brother Chen, write two more songs to convince him." Ximen Qingdou Shidou is very depressed, but Dongfang Wenying is very depressed, and now that Chen Feng has won him, he is the same, in short, as long as Dongfang Wenying can be deflated, he will be happy.

"Here you go." Chen Feng has already finished writing another poem,

"Keep reading."

"See?! Brother Chen has a new poem coming out! Ximenqing excitedly picked up the poem written by Chen Fengxin and continued to read: The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae ............ Everyone was stupid, although some people didn't understand it very well, but the poems were too beautiful, coupled with Ximen Qing's subdued recitation, which made this poem more rendering and made everyone addicted.

"God of Poetry! God of Poetry!" Ximen Qing raised his arms and shouted towards Dongfang Wenying,

"See? This is the god of poetry! Dongfang Wenying's whole person is not good, her face is quite ugly, she knew that she would not let Chen Feng come up to make poems, but now it's good, Chen Feng is even more proud, and that Ximen Qing is just too annoying!

Cao Wenruo said: "The first poem wrote about the beautiful woman who fell into the city and the country, but it is impossible to find. This poem is another Yiren who can't be pursued, Chen Feng's poetry is really the ultimate of beauty, the goal of a man! Huang Lao over there said: "The most valuable and resonant thing in this poem is not the pursuit and loss of men, but the desire he created and this artistic conception of universal significance." Therefore, all kinds of pursuits in the world that are difficult to achieve due to hindrance can be called Yiren, and anything that is painstakingly pursued has isomorphic resonance and sympathetic resonance here. Cao Wenruo admired: "Huang Lao, you have analyzed this poem too thoroughly, and you understand it better than anyone else." Ximen Qing gave Chen Feng a thumbs up,

"The one who really understands this poem is Brother Chen, who has only experienced all kinds of things in the world and pursued what is in his heart

"Yiren" can write such a beautiful poem. He smiled and said: "I don't think the topic of beauty needs to be compared, Brother Chen's two beauty poems are probably unprecedented, and there is no point in comparing them again, Dongfang Wenying, don't you say?" Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly and said: "Ximen Gongzi, I have written three poems, even if I am not as good as Chen Feng, but I have one more than Chen Feng, and I have to win Chen Feng in terms of speed, so it is not convincing to say that Chen Feng has won, unless Chen Feng can also write three poems, and it is excellent." ”

"You can't write a good poem like Brother Chen if you write 300 poems!" Ximenqing said disdainfully,

"I'm afraid of you, Brother Chen's thoughts are surging, not to mention three beautiful poems, even three hundred poems can be written with your eyes closed, and they are all peerless poems!" Chen Feng was speechless, how could this Ximenqing paint his style abruptly and compliment himself so much?

It seems that he is on a united front with himself, and there is a way that the enemy of the enemy is his friend!

"If you don't brag, you can die!" Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly.

"No need to make any noise." Chen Feng put down the brush,

"When Prince Ximen read the second song just now, I already wrote another one, didn't this happen to write three songs too?"

"See!" Ximenqing smiled smugly at Dongfang Wenying, and he carefully picked up the rice paper.

When everyone looked at it, there were a lot of words, it turned out that this was a long poem, this Chen Feng was powerful enough.

"This poem is called Beauty Fu." Ximen Qingnian reads: Dancing like a dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum blooming spring pine.

The hair is like the light clouds covering the moon, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Bright as the sun rises in the morning glow, scorching like a hibiscus out of the waves.

If the shoulders are cut into a waist like a willow...... This is Chen Feng's rewriting based on a famous work "Luo Shen Fu" in his previous life, and the poems describing beauties are unparalleled, and they are classics that have been passed down for thousands of years.

In this era when there are not even the Three Kingdoms, Chen Feng will certainly not forget this ancient masterpiece.

"Oh my God! The writing is so beautiful, the rhetoric is gorgeous but not impetuous, and the fresh air is refreshing. Couples, battles, rhythms, language neat, concise, vivid, beautiful, it is simply a masterpiece! It was Huang Lao who spoke, and he was completely convinced,

"Little brother Chen Feng, you really deserve the word god of poetry!" Cao Wenruo sighed: "The expressive description and portrayal, combined with metaphor and contrast, are intricately and cleverly appropriate, giving people a sense of vastness but not annoyance, beauty but not shock, making people feel like they are looking at a wonderful danqing, in which the characters are flesh and blood, without making people have a sense of nothingness." When describing the body shape, facial features, and posture of the beauty, it conveys the appearance of the beautiful woman's sinking fish and the appearance of the falling goose. At the same time, there are

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving." Fresh and clean. It's so well written, all the poems and songs I've read and heard about beautiful women are not as good as Chen Feng's "Beauty Fu".

If there is a comparator, there are only Chen Feng's first two poems, "Beauty" and "Pujia". The implication is that the first three poems about some beauties in his mind are these three poems written by Chen Feng, and nothing else.

Chen Feng walked up to Li Yue,

"These three poems are all written for you, which one do you like?"

"I like them all." Li Yue looked at Chen Feng affectionately, and the flames in her eyes were about to melt Chen Feng.

"Sister Qiuyue, no, sister-in-law Qiuyue......" Ximenqing said: "Can you give me one, I'll give it to my sister." "Sister?

Murong Qiuyue pouted,

"No, this is specially written to me by Brother Feng, if you want it, let Brother Feng write it to you."

"Brother Feng! Top dog! How about you write another one for me? My sister loves poetry, calligraphy and painting, and I want to give it to her. Chen Feng nodded,

"Yes."

"Great! I'll give you a yacht when I get back! "Holy! Dare to love this Ximenqing If you have nothing to do, you will send a yacht to play!

"You can't write poems about women and love...... Li Yue said suddenly.

"Of course, the poems of women and love, the eldest only writes to your sister-in-law......"

"That's pretty much it." Chen Feng smiled, secretly thinking that Xiao Yueyue could still be jealous, but he was very useful in his heart.

He picked up a brush and dipped it in ink,

"Brother, can you tell me a topic?" Ximenqing looked at the snow outside the window of the corridor,

"My sister is in the South China Sea, and she has always longed to come to the north to see the snow, why don't you write a poem about snow?" Chen Feng thought about it and immediately wrote: The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly test............