Su Yunzi turned back curiously: "Brother Xiaofeng, what are you going to do?"

"Although I haven't known Xiao Feng for a long time, I am very familiar with his smile. ”

Fan Wenliang said with a smile, "He's going to pretend to be forced, let's look forward to his performance." ”

Su Yunzi nodded as if she didn't understand.

Chen Feng had already walked to the buffet table, picked up a glass of whiskey and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking one glass, he picked up another one.

After drinking one glass, he picked up another one.

Zhang Ziwen was puzzled: "What does this kid want to do?"

Wang Zheng clasped his hands around his chest and snorted disdainfully: "Who knows, maybe he wants to quit drinking and pretend to be crazy." ”

"Brother Wang, did you write that poem yourself?" Lu Hui asked curiously.

Wang Zheng's face changed.

Zhang Ziwen glared at him: "Do you still need to ask, with Brother Wang's knowledge, there is no need to plagiarize other people's poems." ”

Wang Zheng's face looked a little better.

In the next second, Zhang Ziwen's words made him almost vomit blood.

"I dare to vouch for Brother Wang's character, if Brother Wang plagiarizes other people's poems, then his son is not his own. ”

Lu Hui also echoed: "Yes, yes, Brother Wang, the probability of your sister-in-law being green is greater than the probability of your plagiarism, we all believe in you, that poem is definitely your original!"

"Hahaha, Brother Wang......" Zhang Ziwen stopped laughing, "Why don't you laugh along?"

"Humph!"

Wang Zheng snorted coldly, and his gaze kept falling on Chen Feng.

He could count it clearly, this was already the eighth glass of wine that Chen Feng had drunk.

He half-narrowed his eyes, and he couldn't guess what kind of coercion was in Chen Feng's gourd this time.

"If you want me to say, Wang Zheng must be innocent, he can't be guilty of copying the poems of a little hairy child. ”

"Then you mean, Fan Lao wronged Wang Zheng?"

Judging from his back, it is indeed eight or nine points similar to the back of the poet god by the East Lake. ”

"'I'm not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world', do you think you can write these two poems at his age?"

"How is it impossible, otherwise how can we say that he is the new poet god of our Rongcheng?"

Just when everyone was talking.

Syllable!

The sound of a glass falling on the ground sounded crisply.

Chen Feng leaned lazily on the edge of the dining table, his cheeks slightly reddened, his eyes were misty, and the corners of his mouth hooked a vague smile.

A deep gaze swept lightly over the crowd, and he spoke:

"Go to the east of the great river, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages!"

Suddenly, the audience was silent.

Chen Feng picked up the wine glass and drank wine while staggering, chanting loudly in his mouth.

"To the west of the old base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms!"

“......”

"Affectionate should laugh at me, early birth.

Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still full of rivers and moons!"

Everyone present was stunned.

"What a poem. ”

"It's really good. ”

Chen Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a big sip of wine, and read as he walked:

"Jingkou Guazhou is a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

"Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain!"

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu.

Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng!"

“......”

One after another of the eternal masterpieces, a steady stream of recitations came out of Chen Feng's mouth.

Syllable!

Syllable!

After the glass after glass of wine was drunk by Chen Feng, he fell to the ground in a dashing manner.

Finely broken glass shards were scattered all over the floor, and a faint smell of alcohol permeated the entire box.

Everyone felt a little drunk, but it wasn't because they were drunk with wine, but after hearing Chen Feng's poems, they couldn't help but revel in it!

These poems, they had never heard before.

In just a few minutes, Chen Feng had already recited no less than twenty poems.

Any one of them is a height that everyone here cannot reach in their lifetime.

And that's just the beginning.

Chen Feng's poems are far more than that.

"The old man talks about the madness of the youth, the left leads the yellow, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, the thousand horsemen roll Pinggang ......"

"It's shallow on paper, and if you want to know this, you have to do it......"

"Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fall into a dream......"

"A good year must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green......"

“......”

The expressions on the faces of everyone present were as stunned as wooden chickens.

"69,70,71......" Someone silently counted the first few poems that Chen Feng had read.

"You're wrong, I've got 85 songs. ”

"Maybe I was so obsessed with it that I missed a few songs. ”

"I haven't heard any of these poems, are they all written by this kid on the spot?"

"In ancient times, there were 100 poems of Li Baidou wine, and now we have reproduced poetry immortals in Rongcheng, which is simply the reincarnation of Li Bai!"

"Li Bai has already been named a poet immortal, and it is not good to call him a poet immortal again, it is better to call him a poetry god, which can be as famous as Li Bai!"

Everyone was talking excitedly, and many people had already taken out their mobile phones for video recording.

There are also those who can record shorthand, following Chen Feng's speed, and recording the poems he reads one by one.

Chen Feng hooked his lips lightly, looking at the scene in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little cold.

The huge crystal chandelier above his head shone a dazzling light on him, reflecting his whole person as if he had descended from heaven to earth.

He walked up to Wang Zheng, took a big sip of wine, raised his glass, and read aloud:

"Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring ......"

"Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding.

Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green ......"

"I want to go back by the wind, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is too cold, and I dance lightly to figure out the shadow ......"

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait for idleness, the young man's head is white, and the empty and sad ......"

“......”

Wang Zheng stood dumbfounded, not even daring to blink his eyes.

Every line of poetry that Chen Feng read out of his mouth was like a bombshell dropped in his ears, and an explosion with a "bang" could instantly make him tremble and his flesh blurred.

Gradually, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face was black for a while, red for a while, and even the crotch of his pants was wet.

Someone at the bottom couldn't help but exclaim: "This is already one hundred and twenty-eight poems, Li Baidou has a hundred poems, and we, the new god of poetry, have surpassed Li Bai!"

"And the quality of each poem is no less than Li Bai!"

"It's too godly, it's too godly!"

"This child must be the reincarnation of Shixian!"

"Witnessing the demeanor of the poet today, I have no regrets!"

Su Yunzi's eyes were full of little stars of worship.

"Brother Xiaofeng is so handsome, no wonder the fifth sister and the seventh sister are jealous of him every day. ”

She looked at Fan Wenliang: "Grandpa Fan......"

Before the words could be spoken, Su Yunzi saw that Fan Wenliang's whole body was trembling, even the flesh on both sides of his cheekbones was shaking, and a little tears overflowed in his eyes.

She asked curiously, "Grandpa Fan, are you okay?"