"Are you writing a script?"

After Qin Luoshi finished putting on makeup, he looked for Chu Feng, and when he saw that he was concentrating on what he was writing, he didn't bother, and kept standing by and watching.

"Yes, you can show me how this is done."

Chu Feng has the entire story of "Journey to the West" in his mind, so it is equivalent to him memorizing it, and it takes more than an hour to write a story and a half.

Qin Luoshi took Chu Feng's manuscript and sat on the bed next to him and read it carefully, during which Zhou Zhou Nuo came in to talk to her, she didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

After a long while, she finally finished reading it.

With a look of reminiscence: "This book is so well written, the character of Sun Wukong in it is very vivid, I like it very much, I can't wait to see the rest of the story." ”

"Do you think kids will like this story?"

"Or I'll go back and tell Rolling today, he's very picky about stories, and if he likes it, then other kids should like it too."

"What do you like? Sister Shi, our tea party is about to start, and we won't be able to catch up if we don't go back to Sun's Mansion. ”

Zhou Zhou Nuo ran in from outside with his skirt and said, after seeing the novel manuscript in Qin Luoshi's hand, he came up to read it curiously.

"Is this a script? Show me. ”

Zhou Zhou Nuo is a typical person who doesn't like to read, but after a brief look at the first half of the round, she was attracted by the story inside.

"It's funny, I like it, who wrote it?"

Qin Luoshi pointed at Chu Feng, and Zhou Zhou Nuo's face was incredible: "I can't imagine that you not only write poems so well, but also write so well in your script, can you let me take this manuscript back first?" ”

"I remember you don't like to read a lot of words, do you?" Qin Luoshi deliberately quipped.

"Oh, Sister Shi, don't make fun of me, let's leave quickly, otherwise it's really late."

After the two of them left, Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhou Nuo's appearance, he shouldn't know that his father misunderstood the two of them, otherwise it would be a little embarrassing to get along in the future.

At noon, Chu Feng was halfway asleep in his afternoon nap and was woken up by a sound.

It was Fan Wei's people who woke up, and the poetry meeting he initiated was about to be held this afternoon, and the initiation of this poetry meeting was mainly aimed at Chu Feng.

The person who was lost in the prefect's mansion last time, this time he must double it back, he was afraid that Chu Feng would not come, so he specially called someone to inform him.

Chu Feng was speechless, he really didn't want to make enemies with others, but these people always rushed to get along with him.

If you don't cause trouble and are not afraid of it, this kind of behavior should be dealt a heavy blow to them, Chu Fengma got up, and after washing up briefly, Liu Yuanju also came.

"Brother Chu, how did you prepare for Fan Wei's poetry meeting?"

"Alright, let's go."

"I mean, how is your poem ready? I heard that Fan Wei has a poem that has caused a lot of influence in the capital, and he plans to use it in this poetry meeting, are you confident that you can beat him? ”

Liu Yuanju had heard that poem, and it was indeed very well written, and in this type of poem, he had never seen anything comparable to that one.

To be honest, he is not very confident about whether he can win Fan Wei at the poetry meeting this time.

"Last time you and Brother Yibai talked about his poem, what kind of poem did he write that made you so stressed?"

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

Liu Yuanju recited this poem passionately, Chu Feng was embarrassed when he listened to it, when did this poem become written by Fan Wei?

"Look, you were also shocked, when I first heard this poem, it was better than you, but I didn't expect it to be written by Fan Wei, I always felt that I couldn't write such a poem with his ability."

"Are you stressing out right now? If you don't have faith, let's not go, and say that you suddenly fell ill and couldn't go to the appointment. ”

"No, no, Fan Wei is a chicken thief, he may send someone to invite Lang Zhong to come, and it will be even more embarrassing when the stuffing is exposed."

Liu Yuanju grabbed his hair worriedly, and thought of a good idea: "Otherwise, if I lose, I will say that the poem was written by me, and if Fan Wei wins, I will not win." ”

"It's okay, don't panic, let's just go to the appointment normally."

Chu Feng strode out, pretending to use his verses, this poem will become interesting.

"Ah, you have confidence, I said it earlier, I was worried for a long time, but what is the poem you prepared?"

The two rode Liu Yuanju's carriage and soon came to the venue of the poetry meeting, the Ming Building.

This is the landmark building of Dingzhou Mansion, the favorite place of literati and elegant guests, and also a place where ordinary people are discouraged.

Fan Wei chose the address of the poetry club here, obviously wanting Chu Feng to come out of the ocean.

Generally, if there is any interesting thing here, it will not take half a day to spread to the entire Dingzhou Mansion, and even to other state capitals.

After the two got out of the carriage, a person dressed as a small servant greeted them: "Two sons, our young master is already waiting upstairs." ”

Heh, this is a chance for Chu Feng not to regret it, he must be invited when he comes here, otherwise it will be spread that the young master of the Chu family will be a shrinking turtle.

"Lead the way."

Entering the gate of the Ming Building, it was already full of people who participated in this poetry meeting, and almost all of the people sitting on the first floor were people Chu Feng didn't know, but they were all dressed up, and they were indeed readers.

It seems that this Fan Wei has made a lot of money in order to make Chu Feng ugly.

The scholars who can be named in Dingzhou Mansion are all invited, so that Chu Feng makes a fool of himself here, which is equivalent to making a fool of himself in Dingzhou Mansion and even several neighboring state capitals.

What a good plan, after Chu Feng saw through it, he smiled and didn't speak, and followed the little guy to the second floor.

The people sitting on the second floor were a little familiar, and a few Chu Feng had seen them in the mansion of Governor Sun's mansion, and they could see that they were some scholars with more culture and background than the people on the first floor.

Fan Wei was on the third floor, and Chu Feng and Liu Yuanju went all the way to the third floor, and it was full of people they knew.

Among them, sitting on the upper seat is Zhou Junsheng, the eldest son of Zhou Tongzhi's family, and there are two followers on his left and right, Fan Wei and Jiang Wenrui.

Liu Yuanju whispered in Chu Feng's ear: "It seems that their poetry meeting today is specially set up for you, and the rest of the people are called by them to see your jokes." ”

"Relax, see who laughs at it."

Chu Feng's face did not change at all, and he swept everyone on the third floor with a folding fan.

"Brother Chu, come and sit here."

After Feng Yibai saw Chu Feng, he got up and beckoned to him with a smile, he had been here for a long time, and he could be regarded as waiting for Chu Feng and Liu Yuanju.

"Why is Brother Chu late? It can't be scared, right? ”

Jiang Wenrui hooked the corners of his mouth and said to Chu Feng, his hatred for Chu Feng was no less than that of Fan Wei and Zhou Junsheng, and the 10,000 taels he lost to him last time made his flesh hurt for many days.

Including psychological pain and physical pain, after he returned home, he was hung up by his father and beaten for a long time.

"I think the time is just right, how can it be late, Brother Jiang's usage of this word is a bit unsatisfactory, do you want Young Master Ben to introduce you to a gentleman who teaches Tongsheng to teach you how to use it?"

There were bursts of low laughter around, and Jiang Wenrui's mouth was a little crooked.

"The surname Chu, don't be so smug first, there will be a time for you to cry in a while."

After speaking, he continued to lie down, and Zhou Junsheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be impulsive and look at him.