"Dad, uncles, that little nephew is going to be ugly."

After saying that, he glanced at Cai Yan inadvertently, with a hint of hatred. At the same time, he looked at Mo Feng's eyes again, and felt a little cold. Of course, Mo Feng was drinking freely and did not pay attention to him.

After gritting his teeth, Wei Zhongdao wandered on the spot for two steps, and then he suddenly saw his inspiration and said with great heart:

"Tea is also intoxicating, so why should you need wine? Why should you need flowers if you have a fragrance of books?"

"Wine is not intoxicating, but people are drunk; flowers are not intoxicating, but people are confused."

"The cold winter is approaching, and my heart is as pure as the plum blossoms, and the fragrance is clear."

"I was so angry that I was so angry that I was so sad that I felt sorry for my beauty."

As he finished speaking, the heads of the family around him were stunned, but the eyes were filled with shock.

"Mr. Wei, I am rare in the world!"

"Master Wei, it's really admirable for the young master to be talented!"

"I should give birth to a child like Wei Zhongdao. Oh, my dog ​​son has nothing to do except idleness. It's really a heart-wrenching problem for me!"

Wei Jin also stroked his beard and smiled brightly, with a proud look on his face.

However, he was also suspicious, because Wei Zhongdao seemed to have other thoughts in his words. Thinking of it, he followed Wei Zhongdao's eyes and looked at Cai Yong and Cai Yan beside him.

Wei Jin murmured in his heart, could this matter be related to Cai Yan? Otherwise, why did Zhongdao decline first, and then stride and do it, and it was so exciting?

As for Cai Yan, he glanced at Wei Zhongdao, but for some reason, he couldn't feel appreciative. Instead, he pretended not to see him and savored the tea himself.

"Hehe, Wei pulmonary tuberculosis is OK! He can really improvise a poem. No wonder he is said to be extremely talented." Mo Feng said with a teacup and chuckled.

Next to him, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao pursed his lips and felt aroused in his heart, when will they be as outstanding as their masters?

At this time, Wei Zhongdao looked at Mo Feng with a secret hatred, and then said sarcastically: "Why did Lord Mo sit so remotely today? People come to add a table to Lord Mo."

As soon as these words were spoken, the venue was in an uproar.

Wei Jin's expression tightened and his eyes narrowed. He knew that Wei Zhongdao, and these words did not seem to be thanking Mo Feng for saving his life, but rather, it seemed to be looking for trouble.

Although the Wei family is a top-level old-fashioned family, Mo Feng is not easy to mess with. Even when Zi Zi gave up three points today, how dare the Wei family punish Mo Feng for no reason? As such, the Wei family may no longer exist.

"Ha, it's a bit interesting." Mo Feng glanced at Wei Zhongdao. The latter's hatred filled his eyes and looked at him. He couldn't help but chuckled and walked straight to the two rows of the center, because Wei Zhongdao ordered people to make a vacant space there.

"Mr. Mo, I'm brave enough..."

Wei Zhongdao wanted to speak again, but Wei Jin couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up and shook his sleeves and shouted, "Zhongdao, you are drunk too much. Come on, take the young master down to rest."

He was not sure what Wei Zhongdao wanted to do, but whether it was good or bad relationship with Mo Feng, the Wei family was not good for him, and he felt that Wei Zhongdao would not allow Wei Zhongdao to ruin his future.

Wei Jin finished speaking sternly, hurriedly clasped his fists and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Mo, the son of the dog is young and ignorant. He drank a few more drinks. If there is any collision, I hope Master Mo will forgive him. I am here to apologize for him."

After saying that, Wei Jin bowed and looked serious.

How could he not panic? This is a powder keg. If Mo Feng is unhappy, what if he leads people to beat him up? He doesn't believe that Mo Feng will be afraid of the Wei family because he doesn't even take the emperor seriously.

At the cutting-edge table, Mo Feng smiled and pinched the teacup with his fingertips, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Wei Jin was even more panicked. He must settle this matter today, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"Mr. Mo, I am not good at discipline. I will punish myself for three cups first." Wei Jin said, and he also picked up the wine and drank three cups angrily. Then he looked at Wei Zhongdao and shouted: "Is it still not here to apologize?"

Looking at his father's gaze, Wei Zhongdao's heart was trembling slightly, and his hatred was diluted by the cold. He had just been blinded by hatred, and Mo Feng's cruelty could not be resisted by his mere Wei family.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhongdao suppressed his anger and stepped forward and fisted, saying, "Mr. Mo, I was just abrupt and arranged for you to sit on the seat without authorization. I hope you have a lot of them, so don't worry about it."

"It's okay, wouldn't it be nice to appreciate the beauty nearby?" Mo Feng smiled harmlessly and warmly, and at the same time, the cup of fragrant tea was sipped in one go.

Hearing Mo Feng's words, Wei Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone around him smiled, obviously tortured by the suppressed aura.

However, Wei Zhongdao's fists were tightly clenched together because Mo Feng was mocking him, and Cai Yan was opposite Mo Feng.

After calming down his emotions, Wei Zhongdao squeezed out a little smile and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Mo, I have always heard that Mod. He is talented and talented, both civil and military. Today is our grand event. Why not use this love, this scene, this fine wine as the title, how about a poem?"

Wei Zhongdao asked himself that with his talent, Mo Feng would definitely make him look ugly, and he had confidence.

"Write a poem?" Mo Feng was stunned. Isn't this the bad tone of the Three Kingdoms novel? This is too low and I don't pretend.

"No." Mo Feng said calmly.

"Uh," Wei Zhongdao was stunned. He thought that Mo Feng had no effect in writing poetry for a long time, and that Mo Feng could not enter the elegant hall of writing poetry, but he never expected that Mo Feng would refuse as expected.

Originally, Wei Zhongdao was going to use his strongest punch to regain the field, but the latter made his punch no force like cotton.

Wei Zhongdao grinned and said unwillingly: "Mr. Mo, people often say that you can govern the country and ensure the world through literature, and you can cross horses and fight in all directions. Is it worth mentioning just poetry and essays?"

Mo Feng shrugged and showed a boring expression and said, "It's really not worth mentioning, but writing poetry is boring, what's the use of it?"

Wei Zhongdao was stunned and suffered a critical hit in his heart: What's the matter? Poetry is boring? Not worth mentioning? And looking at Mo Feng's appearance, he obviously disdained to write poetry!

Wei Zhongdao gritted his teeth. He wanted to kneel down and beg Mo Feng to compete with him, and then he felt the pleasure of crushing Mo Feng. It would be best if Cai Yan was changing her mind to her.

"Mr. Mo, you are very talented and don't bother to recite poems and verses. But I have some doubts about the poems and verses in recent days. I wonder if Mr. Mo can discuss with me to give me some advice to me."

Before Mo Feng could answer the conversation, Wei Zhongdao quickly said: "Sir, you are the pillar of the country. You are definitely not a narrow-minded person. I think you will not refuse this insignificant request."

"Why?" Mo Feng looked speechless. This girl is a naughty girl, right? Why? Masturbation? I'm not happy to be abused? But I don't abuse people easily, so I have to charge some interest anyway.

Thinking of this, Mo Feng waved his hand and said, "Well, then let's talk?"
Chapter completed!