Wei Zhongdao sneered and looked at Mo Feng, with absolute confidence in his face, but he also needed to conceive a few poems and essays for a while.

Thinking of this, he looked at Mo Feng with a gentle smile on his face. Yu Guang looked at Cai Yan again, and then smiled maliciously and said, "Mr. Mo, you are both civil and military, and you are very talented. I won't show off your ugly face first, please."

After saying that, he bowed and stretched out his hand, signaling Mo Feng to come first.

Seeing this, everyone also focused their eyes on Mo Feng, but they shook their heads and sighed more.

Because judging by Mo Feng's talent, he was far inferior to Wei Zhongdao. Continuing provocation like this is tantamount to making trouble for himself. After all, everyone present knew that the reason why Mo Feng won before was simply because the Wei family did not want to offend Mo Feng, and thus the big thing was turned into a big deal, but the latter did not appreciate it at all.

You know, it is not an exaggeration to say that Mo Feng’s poem just now is a nursery rhyme, and he has no talent at all. The poems written by Wei Zhongdao are symmetrical and fair, with profound artistic conception, and it is not an exaggeration to pass on the world. It is obvious that the height and low point are obvious, so that everyone has less expectations for Mo Feng, and instead wants to see Mo Feng make a fool of himself.

As for Cai Yan, her beautiful eyes were a little curious, and she could feel it faintly. Mo Feng seemed to be teasing the Wei family before. She didn't believe that the person who could take out such a piano music from Hu Zi Eighteen, wouldn't he know nothing about the poems?

At this time, Mo Feng shrugged slightly and ignored him.

There are four styles of poetry, songs and essays in the Han Dynasty, and there are not too many poems and songs related to wine in later generations. Some of them can be passed down through the ages and are indeed excellent works. Such poems and essays are not as good as Wei Zhongdao, even if they are placed in the entire Han Dynasty, they are definitely extraordinary.

The thoughts moved slightly, and the villain in the storage bar quickly browsed, but there were a lot of poems about wine, and many of them were famous.

The first choice for poetry is Li Bai's entry into wine. The joy of the gathering of fine wine can be reflected between the lines. It is appropriate. The lyrics are probably the water tune songs that can be written as magic, but they are not the ones who write about wine. As for the songs, they should be written with Cao Cao's short songs. Fu is really not famous.

A little bit, Mo Feng chose to drink wine. After all, drink wine is a masterpiece of the poet Li Bai, expressing the poet's personality of drinking and singing, drinking to relieve sorrow, and being arrogant and wild, and is the best among the same topic.

"Since Mr. Wei apologizes, then I will write a poem first? As for where there is no place, I hope you can give me more corrections." Mo Feng chuckled and clasped his fists, not realizing the twitching corners of the mouths around him.

How can I not get this? No one can give me some advice on the poem before! The most important thing is that Mo Feng hasn't thought about it yet.

"Uh, it must be certain,"

Some heads of the family around forced a smile and bowed their hands.

Yuan Shao looked at Mo Feng who was getting up and pondering, and couldn't help but pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Meng De, who did you learn from Master's level of poetry? I feel that my face is a little uneasy."

Cao Cao glared at Yuan Shao, and then said seriously: "Bird, you and I are both disciples of the masters, how can you discuss your master's personal affairs behind your back? What's more, the master has unparalleled talent in training and governing the country. It's hard for you and me to understand all their lives. How can you feel ashamed because of such a small matter?"

Cao Cao lowered Yuan Shao's head and felt ashamed. He even thought in his heart that Meng De was still very enlightened! But the next second, Cao Cao also smacked the corner of his lips and said weakly: "Actually, I also want to know where the lord master is. Could it be that the lord has become a master by himself? Tsk tsk, I guess he has become a master by himself, otherwise I can't learn this way!"

At this moment, Mo Feng pondered for a moment, and then pretended to be a flash of inspiration and immediately said, "I have it,"

Hearing this, although everyone was not expecting, they still couldn't help but look at it. Then they heard Mo Feng's voice sounding loud and powerful, ups and downs, and recited with his hands behind his back.

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.

Haven't you seen that the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair in the morning, and the evening turns into snow.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with talent and would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was gone.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.

......

......

A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be given a good wine, and will be sold with you forever sorrow."

As the last word fell, everyone in the field frowned slightly, and their faces and expressions were filled with a hint of shock, aftertaste, thinking and immersion.

For a moment, the surroundings were silent.

At this time, Cai Yong took the lead in coming back to his senses and applauded and excitedly: "Okay, good poems, the lines are full of poets' bold and heroic atmosphere, and they fully show the joy of gathering friends and drinking and having fun. It is somewhat similar to today's feast, and it is really unique."

Then, Wang Lie also clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Mo is indeed very talented and can write such a poem. I think he was just a joke with everyone before."

"Yes, Lord Mo is really hiding his weakness!" Liu Biao also sighed.

For a moment, everyone admired it. Although Mo Feng was not polite to the aristocratic family, the poem showed them and convinced them.

Listening to the discussion of everyone, Wei Jin's face turned dark. He was the head of the Wei family and naturally had research on poetry and essays. How could anyone who could write such poetry and essays know nothing about poetry and essays? The previous songs were just playing with the Wei family.

Wei Zhongdao was also dumbfounded. His cheeks, which were originally full of confidence, were filled with fear at some point, and his mind was even more confused. He wanted to calm down and surpass him, but he questioned and overthrew himself again and again. Especially when Cai Yan looked at Mo Feng with a smile, Wei Zhongdao's face turned pale and his fists were even tightly clenched.

"Mr. Mo, can you ask if this poem was once famous?" Guan Ning said gently.

"Wine will be in!" Mo Feng said with a gentle smile.

"Will you get into the wine?" Everyone murmured, and then Cai Yong laughed and shouted: "Okay, good poem, Lord Mo's poem will definitely spread throughout the country and is known to everyone in the world."

Mo Feng smiled and said without saying a word, "I dare not take it, I am just having nothing to do, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall."

After listening to Mo Feng's words, everyone pursed their lips. This was too much! They couldn't help but squeeze out a smile and said, "Mr. Mo is modest!"

As for the father and son of the Wei family, they had this face, especially Wei Jin. As the head of the Wei family, he was teased by Mo Feng this time, so how could he have the Wei family face?

Mo Feng showed the harmless smile of the human and animal, and said, "Prince Wei, please!"

Wei Zhongdao had a dark face and a gloomy expression, but at this time he was uneasy, and he thought it was difficult to surpass it.

Seeing Wei Zhongdao hesitating, Mo Feng shrugged and curled his lips, "Head of Wei, the young master just now swore that he wanted to write a poem, but he hadn't decided yet or......"

"Or what if I lend you some envoy?" Mo Feng smiled and took out a book from his sleeve, which clearly contained three hundred Mo's poems.

"Hmph, if you don't learn skills well, you'll just be too ugly." Wei Jin snorted coldly and clasped his fists, then glared at Wei Zhongdao and shook his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

At this party, the Wei family was so shameless that they were disgraced. It was meaningless to stay there, but it was just a laughing stock.

"Hehe, the head of the Wei family will walk slowly. As for the two thousand hectares of fertile land, I will accept it with a smile. I will be ordered to go to the mansion to collect it later." Mo Feng raised a smile on his lips and clasped his fists.

In the distance, Wei Jin staggered and his face was extremely dark. He had originally planned and thought it was just to lose money and eliminate disasters, but later he found that Mo Feng was playing with his Wei family as a monkey, which was more than just a shame. He immediately shook his sleeves and stopped and walked away quickly.

PS: I have been playing for the New Year, I haven’t been to work recently, and I will start to get updates tomorrow, with a minimum of 10,000 words per day!

In addition, the epidemic has been severe recently. Brothers, please pay attention to epidemic prevention! The dog author has coughed these two days and is very nervous!
Chapter completed!