Not to mention anything else, how could Zhou Junsheng's dog look worthy of Miss Qin Luoshi.

He didn't deserve to lift shoes for Qin Luoshi!

Chu Feng secretly swore that if he dared to do anything to Qin Luoshi, he would definitely abolish him.

"This grandson still wants to pursue Miss Qin, if there is no mirror in his house, I will pee on him, why don't you take care of yourself."

Liu Yuanju clenched his fists tightly and said one after another, Qin Luoshi is her idol and goddess.

Although he knew that he was not worthy of Qin Luoshi, he would definitely not be a dog mongrel like Zhou Junsheng.

"Brother Liu, keep your voice low, it will be troublesome if he hears it for a while."

After Feng Yibai reminded him, Liu Yuanju was very unwilling to stop talking, and he couldn't afford to offend the Zhou family.

"Today's poetry meeting was held at the expense of Zhou Gongzi, and everyone ate and drank to their heart's content."

Fan Wei raised his wine glass and said loudly to everyone, and everyone on the third floor stood up and toasted to Zhou Junsheng.

Only Chu Feng was still sitting at the table, Feng Yibai wanted to stand up, but after looking at the determined Chu Feng and Liu Yuanju, he gritted his teeth and still didn't get up.

"Brother Chu, today is a banquet held at the expense of Gongzi Zhou, let's toast Gongzi Zhou together as a thank you."

Fan Wei smiled at Chu Feng and reminded him, Chu Feng could see that his eyes were full of pride, and he had found a good master to dare to be so hard.

"Brother Fan doesn't know, Brother Feng and Brother Liu have been discussing poetry recently, and I am so tired that I can't bend down."

Chu Feng casually raised his wine glass: "Thank you Brother Zhou for your hospitality." ”

"When I saw Brother Chu come in, there was nothing unusual about his body, why are he tired now?"

"Intermittent, please forgive me, my physical fitness is not as good as Brother Fan, like Brother Fan, who has a good physique that is not tired after a long time hunched waist, I have only seen it in my rhubarb."

"You ......"

Fan Wei didn't hear Chu Feng's sarcasm, but he couldn't say anything, saying it was equivalent to admitting it himself.

After gritting his teeth, he squeezed an unwilling smile and said, "Thank you Brother Chu for the compliment, then I will wish you a speedy recovery." ”

As soon as Chu Feng put down the wine glass, Liu Yuanju leaned over and looked at Chu Feng with admiration: "Brother Chu, if only you could borrow me for this kind of mouth." ”

He usually talks a lot, but when it comes to critical moments, he always can't talk to them, and afterwards, every time he thinks about it, he can't sleep comfortably.

"I'll teach you this slowly in the future, I think you have a lot of potential."

Chu Feng is not talking nonsense, he believes Liu Yuanju's mouth, he is fast now, as long as he masters the poison, it will be very difficult for ordinary people to bargain with him.

At that time, Chu Feng planned to let him fight for himself, and it would definitely be better to stand aside and watch the play than to go out in person.

"Today's poetry meeting, there are ten judges on the scene to score, everyone can hand over the poems they have written, or they can compose poems on the spot, and the top three with the highest scores in the end can each get a bonus of 1,000 taels, 500 taels, and 200 taels, which is specially prepared by Zhou Gongzi for everyone."

As soon as Fan Wei finished speaking, the scene burst into warm applause.

In the past, the poetry club also had a colorful head, but at the highest time, it was only five hundred taels, and one thousand taels of silver was not a small amount, which made people very motivated to listen to.

"I will definitely take the one thousand taels, I have been preparing this poem for a long time."

"What are you talking about, the thousand taels must be Fan Wei's, and his song "Bamboo and Stone" can cause quite a stir in the capital."

Listening to the discussion between the two people next to him, Liu Yuanju stuffed the poem back into his sleeve: "I won't hand in this poem, it's better to not write it than to be crushed by Fan Wei." ”

"I'll see what you wrote." After Chu Feng took it and looked at it twice, he wrote another poem for him according to the meaning he wanted to express.

"The slanted hair Jiao'e lies late at night, and the pear blossom wind is still and the birds perch on the branches. It is difficult to tell people what is in your heart, and you know it with the blue sky and the bright moon. ”

Liu Yuanju took it in his hand and read it carefully several times, and was shocked every time he read it.

"Brother Chu, the level of the poems you write casually is so high! I'm a real worshipper! ”

The famous genius Tang Bohu's poems, the level is not high, although this poem is one of his many famous works is not very conspicuous, but it is enough to use here.

"Brother Chu, why don't you help me take a look?" Feng Yibai handed over his poems.

After Chu Feng finished reading it, he immediately thought of Tang Bohu's "Title Autumn Wind Fan Picture", and after a while, four lines of poetry were written.

"Autumn comes to the fan collection, what is the beauty of the heavy sentimentality. Please take a detailed look at the world, most of them don't chase the cold! ”

Feng Yibai was so surprised that he almost screamed on the spot, the poem that Chu Feng wrote for him was exactly what he wanted to express.

He was once again impressed by Chu Feng's talent, he had always been steady, and without saying a word, he lifted the wine jug on the table and poured three glasses of wine.

"Brother Chu, I, Feng Yibai, rarely admire others, you make me impressed, respect you."

Liu Yuanju likes to do this kind of thing the most, how can he be missing at this time.

The three of them completely ignored the eyes of the people next to them and drank wine.

"Brother Chu, have you finished writing the poems at that table? The time is almost up. ”

The creation time of a stick of incense is now a small half of a pillar of incense.

Someone next to him glanced at Chu Feng with disdain and whispered bad things about him.

"A loser, what kind of good poems can he write, I bought the poems in the mansion of Governor Sun last time."

"I've come here today to compose poetry, and he's fine, and he's drunk."

Chu Feng ignored them, drank three cups of wine, and wrote a "Peach Blossom Anthem" song for himself

"The peach blossom hermitage in the peach blossom dock, the peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom hermitage;

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine for money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and you get drunk in exchange for the flowers to sleep;

Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse;

The car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup is rich in flowers.

If you compare the rich with the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the heavens;

If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it;

I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie, and there are no flowers and no wine hoes to make fields. ”

This poem seems to be casual, but it is classic, it can be regarded as Tang Bohu's god work, and there is nothing wrong with pressing "Bamboo and Stone".

When they were writing, Liu Yuanju and Feng Yibai watched the whole process, and every time Chu Feng wrote a sentence, they were surprised.

Even when Chu Feng finally handed in the poem, they hadn't recovered from their shock.

"Brother Chu, you are simply not a human, you are a god!"

Liu Yuanju was already out of words, and Chu Feng's actions again and again this time, he was so shocked that he didn't know what words to use to describe him.

"Indeed, Brother Chu, you are really a demon!"

Feng Yibai agreed, he could write three poems with completely different emotions in a stick of incense, and Chu Feng was the first person he saw.

While the three of them were talking, the results of the ten judges also came out.

The head of the jury was Zhang Tiancheng, a teacher in Dingzhou Mansion, who had made a name for himself and enjoyed a high reputation among the scholars.

With him in charge this time, it can be said that the final result is very fair and just.

Zhang Tiancheng took the list in his hand and stood up to announce it to everyone.

"The first place winner in this poetry meeting is Chu Feng's "Peach Blossom Temple".

This shocked everyone present, and the originally quiet tea house was full of people at this time, and everyone didn't want to believe this result.

"Everyone, please be silent!" Zhang Tiancheng pressed his hand and continued to announce: "The second place is Fan Wei's "Bamboo and Stone", and the third place is Liu Yuanju's "Beauty to the Moon". ”

Now the tea building has become noisy, and every result is beyond their expectations.

What is so powerful about Chu Feng's "Peach Blossom Temple", how can it be above "Bamboo and Stone"?