"Teaching Zhang, this ranking is wrong, right?"

"Can Chu Feng write poems that are more powerful than Fan Wei's "Bamboo and Stone"?"

Everyone even thinks that Chu Feng bought Zhang Tiancheng, Fan Wei's "Bamboo and Stone" is a poem hung in the main hall by the military department Shangshu Yu, which has set off a big wave in the literati circle in the capital.

What good poems can Chu Feng, a loser, write? How could it be above Fan Wei.

The loudest shouter was Jiang Wenrui, and Fan Wei stared at Chu Feng without speaking.

Zhou Junsheng also glared at Chu Feng, got up and said loudly: "My son spent thousands of taels to hold this poetry meeting, what he pursued was fairness, if someone was found to be cheating or bribing the judges, he would be severely punished!" ”

"Yes, if someone's poem is written by someone else, once it is discovered, don't blame Zhou Gongzi for being polite!"

Jiang Wenrui is worthy of being a qualified pug, whatever Zhou Junsheng's name is, he immediately follows what he calls.

Feng Yibai and Liu Yuanju's faces were a little ugly, and Chu Feng comforted them: "It's okay, hurry up and give me a thousand taels of hush money per person, otherwise ......"

The two frowned and glared at him: You are simply not a human being.

"Chu Feng, are you admitting it yourself? Or do we use means to ask you to admit it? Jiang Wenrui couldn't wait to see Chu Feng punished.

"Admit what?"

"Naturally, you admit that your poem was written by someone else, or you have bribed the judges."

"The old man has never accepted the silver money of the prince of Chu, and this prince does not want to talk nonsense."

Zhang Tiancheng snorted coldly, threw his sleeves back to his seat, and the other nine judges also proved their innocence.

They came today because of Zhou Junsheng's invitation, saying that it was a poetry meeting of Dingzhou Quanquan people, and such a poetry meeting would be held once or twice a year.

In addition, there is money to earn, so I came, but I didn't expect to be suspected, which is ridiculous.

"I'd like to hear what kind of poem Brother Chu composed?"

"yes, read it, let's all see, hahaha."

There was a sound of mockery, but then they shut up.

After reading "Peach Blossom Temple", the audience fell silent, and then bursts of discussion erupted.

"This poem is indeed a well-deserved number one!"

"Although "Bamboo and Stone" is good, this poem is indeed better!"

"Is this written by Chu Feng? Can he write poetry of this calibre? In the past, those champions were inferior to them. ”

After Fan Wei listened, his expression was very complicated, he had some knowledge in his body, so he could naturally distinguish between good and bad.

Today's poetry meeting was carefully planned by him to humiliate Chu Feng, but did he want to make Chu Feng show off?

He cautiously glanced at Zhou Junsheng next to him, his face was about to drip, if he couldn't solve the current predicament perfectly, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold the big tree of the Zhou family in the future.

Fan Wei said a few words to the little guy next to him, and the little guy ran out, fortunately he was prepared.

Then he turned his head to Chu Feng and said loudly:

"Chu Feng, this poem must not have been written by yourself, at the birthday banquet of Governor Sun's mother that day, you admitted that the birthday poem was made by someone else, then this poem must also be made by someone else, if you want to know each other, you can admit it yourself, let us find out......"

"Say that I wrote this poem by someone else, and you show the evidence."

Chu Feng's words hit him, and Fan Wei smiled proudly: "Everyone wait, the witness will be here soon." ”

Chu Feng couldn't help but have a little appreciation for this person, this guy was quite a bit of a brain, and he didn't fight unprepared battles.

Half an hour later, the little man returned, followed by an old man with gray hair.

Chu Feng knew him, this was the grassroots writer Lu Yuan in Dingzhou, and there was no one who didn't know him.

"Lu Yuanwai, tell everyone what happened to you." Fan Wei looked at Chu Feng proudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man apologizes to everyone first, Chu Feng Chu Gongzi's poems are indeed made by contemptible people, but the old man is really forced to be helpless, Chu Gongzi took the old man's youngest daughter as a threat that day, if the old man does not compose poems for him, he will forcibly take away the old man's youngest daughter as a concubine, it is really helpless!"

Lu Yuanwai's distressed appearance attracted sympathy from the scene.

At the same time, Chu Feng felt that countless pairs of eyes were shooting towards him, and on a hot day, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Lu Yuanwai was forced to be helpless, and we naturally won't blame it, but we will blame the shameless people who coerced people."

"Then Chu Feng's birthday poem that day must have been written by you, right?"

"It's the old man."

"Shameless!"

"Despicable and obscene!"

"Insulting Sven!"

"Whew!"

In the Ming Building, the sound of invectives sounded one after another, and everyone looked in Chu Feng's direction and cursed.

"Maliciously breaking the rules of the poetry club, this kind of person should be beaten out."

"Chu Feng, what else do you have to say?"

"Zhou Gongzi, this is your poetry meeting, what do you say about him, we will all listen to you."

"Isn't it just a broken poetry club, look at the excitement for you, what's the matter, you still want to beat people!"

Liu Yuanju stood in front of Chu Feng and said loudly, Feng Yibai was the same, protecting Chu Feng tightly, looking like whoever dared to do it would fight with whomever he wanted.

Now they don't care who wrote Chu Feng's poems, as long as their friends are safe.

Chu Feng patted the arms of the two of them, signaling that it was okay, he had a way to deal with it.

"Lu Yuanwai, I remember this is the second time we've met, right?"

"The old man doesn't understand what you're saying."

"This poem is indeed written by Ben Gongzi himself, so since this Lu Yuanwai said that he wrote it, it is difficult to distinguish between his mouths, and it is very simple to prove who told a lie, wouldn't it be good for us to compose poems on the spot? The topic is up to you, and there are exactly ten judges, so don't you know if you evaluate it again? ”

"This is indeed a very fair method, Gongzi Zhou, since Chu Feng wants to die clearly, then let's let him get his wish."

Zhou Junsheng looked at Fan Wei, and Fan Wei nodded in agreement.

Lu Yuanwai's talent is well-known in Dingzhou, Chu Feng is just a loser who has not been in the academy for a few years, he will definitely lose!

The topic was given by Fan Wei, which ensured that Chu Feng had no possibility of cheating.

"It's summer, so let's ask each of you to write a poem about summer."

Chu Feng and Lu Yuanwai sat facing each other, surrounded by a circle of people.

There are not too many poems in summer, and Chu Feng casually searched for them in his mind, and he found hundreds of them.

After a brief pick, he put pen to paper.

Let's start with a poem by Yang Wanli's "Little Pond", after writing four simple sentences, the faces of the onlookers changed, this poem is a level that they can't write in their lives, and Lu Yuanwai is probably going to lose.

But Chu Feng did not put down his pen, but continued to write a poem by Li Bai.

"Lazy shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle the pine wind on the top. ”

Only a dashing poet can write such a free and easy poem, and Li Bai is one of Chu Feng's favorite poets.

As soon as this poem was written, the onlookers were even more amazed.

"What a smug way to be!"

"Being naked in the green forest is also in line with the style of this loser."

"It seems that Lu Yuanwai will definitely be defeated!"

Chu Feng still didn't stop writing, and with a wave of his hand, he wrote another song "Gift of Lotus" by Li Shangyin.

"The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are dusty in the golden pots. Only the green lotus and red lotus are innocent. This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, and the emerald reduces the red decay and kills. ”

Seeing that the time was almost up, he stopped writing.

The onlookers were already immersed in his three poems.

Is there any need for comparison?

When the ten members of the jury saw Chu Feng's three poems, they were all stunned, and then began to read them slowly, if it weren't for the competition, they all wanted to copy them and study them at home.