As the weather gradually fades, the banquet is also ready.

During this period, Mo Feng first laughed at the Fengyue Life with Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, and then drank some fine wine alone.

At the banquet, many juniors also returned.

The afternoon time was for them to make friends and get to know each other, and the banquet was used to show off their literary talent, which would be of great help to their future careers and would be a very good thing for their elders.

Many big shots have already sat down, and as for the younger generations, they have volunteered and come out to recite poems and essays, which is very uncomfortable. Of course, most of these half-baked families have poems written by their disciples, and there is not much ink in their stomachs.

Seeing the seven-step poem and nine-step poems in the younger generation, their fathers also stroked their beards proudly, and occasionally blew each other in business, and then shook their heads humbly, indicating that the dogs could not do it.

Wang Lie looked at it and was speechless. How could he not know the virtues of these aristocratic families? They said that they made poems in seven steps and wrote fu in nine steps. It was still a little bit more to say whether they could do it. At first glance, someone wrote it in advance, so they would just remember it.

What is the meaning of this kind of literary talent? It's just a matter of competing with the disciples. Thinking of this, Wang Lie stroked his beard and pressed his hands, and said aloud: "It is a blessing for the Han Dynasty to have such literary talent. But today is a grand event for aristocratic families. You guys might as well write an impromptu poem in the name of wine. How about this scene?"

After Wang Lie finished speaking, many juniors in the venue were stunned, and the corners of their mouths kept twitching, and they were completely in a state of discomfort.

Improvised poetry? What a fool? I don’t have such a trick!

"Mr. Wang is right. Maoer, you often show off your literary talent in front of your father. Today's gathering is a great day. You can show an ugly appearance in front of all your uncles and uncles, and write a poem with wine as the title, so that you can also comment on it!" Han Fu stroked his chin and spoke first.

Han Mao: "?????"

He was stunned when he was still there, the original smile on his face had disappeared, but he turned with a confused expression.

Comment on your uncle! Is this so stupid? He still cheated on his son? If there weren't so many people here, Han Mao would have wanted to scold his mother, and this guy would have been a bullshit.

Thinking of this, he was about to wave his hand, but Han Fu only thought that his baby son had already thought about it, so he couldn't help but be happy and clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, I'm not talented, so I will write a poem first, and I hope you can correct me."

After saying that, Han Fu looked at Han Mao, wondering why the latter had a dark face. He thought it was brewing an atmosphere. He immediately smiled and said with a gentle smile: "Maoer, you don't need to be restrained, you uncles will correct me!"

Han Mao: "......"

At this time, he had the heart to die. This was an arrow on the string and had to fire it! If he couldn't hold it out for a long time, his father would probably be able to ruin him when he returned. His father would definitely be more nervous in his studies in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Mao gritted his teeth. Even if he couldn't, he had to use his smart brain to improvise a poem. He immediately glanced at it, and then a flash of inspiration and said cheerfully:

"The autumn wind is bleak in October, and the east of Luoyang City is full of joy."

"The fragrance of fine wine passes through the intestines, and the beautiful woman kneels by the willow tree."

After Han Mao finished speaking, he affirmed himself a wave and pointed his slightly fat head hard. He thought that this poem had reached the peak of his life. Yes, it was the peak of his life.

However, around.

Wang Lie: "?????"

Wang Yun: "?????"

The rest of the ministers: "?????"

Han Fu was stunned. What the hell is this? The donkey's head is not right. With wine as the theme, what about wine? Want to lose it? Run through the intestines?

The ministers looked at each other, and several of them quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "It's so wet, Lord Han, it's really enviable for the son to have such talent."

"Yes, it would be great if my boy had half of his talent!" Wang Kuang also shook his head and sighed.

Wang Su: "?????"

He was dissatisfied in an instant. His grandmother's father was obviously insulting himself. That's not all, the key is that Han Mao took his pussy seriously and was provoking him with a look of pride.

"Haha!" Han Fu grinned and showed a laughing and crying expression. How could he not know the level of Han Mao's poem? It can be said that except for being symmetrical, the rest is useless and has no artistic conception.

"Dad, uncles and nephews are not good at learning skills, so please give me some corrections." Han Mao showed his confident expression and bowed his fists.

"Finger, correct me?"

Everyone's mouths were twitching. Didn't you think you were thinking? You were correcting it? You were your uncle!

"Ahem, Jianlin, you are talented and your literary accomplishments will definitely surpass your father in the future. As for the correct answer, if the words can be sublimated and improved, they will definitely shine." Seeing that everyone's expressions were strange, Wang Kuang had to boast about it.

"My nephew will work harder in the future." Han Mao said proudly with his fists.

After saying that, he looked at the other ministers again, thinking that why are you unconscious?

"Uh," all the ministers' faces turned dark.

However, Han Fu is the chief censor after all, and they both have to give each other some face.

"Okay, so wet!"

"Excellent, how many people can write this poem today."

"Young Master Han is very talented, rare in ancient and modern times!"

For a moment, everyone grinned and blew. Han Fu's old face turned red and Han Mao was refreshed.

"Mao'er, you go back first!" Han Fu didn't dare to let his child continue to blow. If this continues, he should have lost all his old face.

Seeing that Wang Kuang had a good start, he couldn't help looking at his son, but the latter shivered. Han Mao could still make a fool of himself. He didn't even think about it. He hurriedly said, "Dad, such a feast, use the most gorgeous poems to let the child think."

Seeing Wang Kuang give up, Wei Jin smiled a little. How could these wine bags be compared with his son? He immediately looked at Wei Zhong, but the latter looked gloomy and a little lost.

Wei Jin frowned and then said in a deep voice: "Zhongdao, all the uncles are here today. Please write a poem to add some style to this grand event."

Wei Zhongdao looked up at Wei Jin in a daze, then glanced at Cai Yan's location, and then said softly: "The child is in a state of uneasy and has no intention of writing poetry."

Wei Jin's face suddenly turned dark and he was about to get angry.

At this time, Mo Feng and Cao Cao and others came. The few of them didn't say much, so they looked for a few corners and sat down to drink. When the other ministers saw this, their faces were a little angry and more afraid.

After all, what Mo Feng did has already affected their interests. If possible, they would not mind letting Mo Feng disappear. It seemed that Mo Feng was already the public enemy of the aristocratic families in the world.
Chapter completed!