Seven Beautiful Wives At The Beginning: Sorry, I Am Invincible

Hearing this, Guan Chengcheng also came over and looked at the tea leaves in the same box and exclaimed

"Maojian, Guangyang, Qingshuijian, Yunyou...these are all top-quality teas, and there are several kinds of tribute teas, I have never tasted them..."

Saying that, Guan Chengcheng couldn't help turning her head to look at Mo Fei with a questioning look in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Fei also smiled and said

"Take it away if you like it. I don't have much interest in drinking tea."

"Then... I'm not going to be polite."

But Guan Chengcheng was not too greedy and took all of them away, but took out two cans of tea and handed them to Mo Fei carefully.

"Red's can is tribute tea, and most people don't give it to him."

"The pot of Green's tea is better. If you have a nice guest, you can brew it for him."

Saying that, Guan Chengcheng happily hummed a ditty and moved the remaining tea into her room.

Seeing this, Mo Fei also shook his head helplessly. After putting the tea away, he continued to watch the two little guys unwrapping the presents.

It is estimated that Situ Changkong also inquired about whether he was just newly married, and the gifts he sent were basically girls' products, rouge, eyebrow pencil, makeup powder and other things.

There are even things like long skirts with bellybands. Seeing this thing, Mo Fei's eyes are also bright.

That's right, stockings can't be arranged here? Thinking of Guan Hongyi's long, slender legs wearing black silk and appearing in front of him, Mo Fei suddenly felt the heat rising from the tip of his nose, and he almost got a nosebleed.

Thinking of this, Mo Fei immediately went back to the study, first ordered Guan Qinger a short skirt with hips, and asked Guan Qinger to wear it for herself to see at night...

As the sky darkened, Mo Fei also put on a new light purple robe and walked to the poetry meeting. The second day's poetry meeting was undoubtedly more lively than the first day.

There were people coming and going on the street, Mo Fei was surrounded by a group of people the moment he appeared, and several girls even rushed towards him, but fortunately, he was stopped by Guan Hongyi.

"Great talent, please sign me. I really like the poem you wrote yesterday."

"Great talent, I have a high-grade folding fan, can I ask you to inscribe it? I will pay one hundred taels."

"Go, go, why don't you want the calligraphy of a great talent for a hundred taels? I'll give you three hundred taels."

"Great talent, do you still take concubines? The little old man has a daughter who is eighteen years old and looks very handsome..."

"Great talent, I have something to strengthen yang here, if you need it, you can talk about it in detail!"

"A great talent..."

"...."

Seeing more and more crowds coming towards him, Mo Fei also smiled wryly to himself, good guy, if this goes on all the way, you won't be able to reach the poetry meeting site until dawn?

Seeing this, Mo Fei could only whisper in Guan Hongyi's ear

"Take me out of here!"

Turning a blind eye to Mo Fei, Guan Hongyi also put his arms around Mo Fei's waist directly, and then jumped with his legs accumulating strength, and directly jumped onto the eaves with his arms around Mo Fei.

Glancing at Mo Fei, Guan Hongyi said flatly

"Hold my waist, if you dare to touch me randomly, be careful that I will chop off your hand."

Hearing this, Mo Fei wouldn't dare to move, Guan Hongyi is a master of what he says, hugging Guan Hongyi's waist tightly, Mo Fei rested his head on Guan Hongyi's shoulder, tightly close your eyes.

The figure sometimes jumped high, and sometimes fell heavily, and the experience comparable to a roller coaster was so frightening that Mo Fei almost cried out.

Fortunately, the experience ended soon, and Mo Fei felt his legs tremble slightly when he landed again. This kind of involuntary feeling is really not good.

With a light cough, there was a slight trill in Guan Hongyi's tone, but he still tried his best to keep calm and said

"go in!"

At this moment, Mo Fei, who had just regained his senses, didn't notice that Guan Hongyi's neck was slightly red under the mask, so he nodded and walked towards Shihui Restaurant.

Still the familiar three consecutive shouts

"A great talent has arrived!"

"A great talent has arrived!"

"A great talent has arrived!"

Unlike yesterday, today there was no hostility on the faces of the crowd, and each of them greeted Mo Fei directly and enthusiastically.

"Great talent, you are finally here. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Why don't Mo Dacai sit at my table today? I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

"Go, go, go, you kid must be trying to deceive Mo Dacai's calligraphy. You kid's feather fan has been replaced with a white fan."

"Go away, isn't your kid the same?"

"...."

In the end, it was Situ Changkong who made the move and pulled Mo Fei to his desk.

Different from the first day, the poetry meeting on the second day was much simpler, and everyone mainly focused on relaxation, and the poetry meeting will end tomorrow.

Some people who live far away will even leave tonight. After all, if they don't leave, it will be even more difficult to go if it suddenly snows halfway through the road. So the second day is basically the busiest day of the poetry fair.

As Mo Fei took his seat, Situ Changkong also opened his mouth and said

"let's start!"

Hearing this, as the host, Lou Wen could only hold his breath and signal the dancer to start dancing.

Seeing the enchanting dancers step onto the stage one by one, Mo Fei's eyes brightened.

Even though the weather was getting colder, these dancers still wore cool clothes, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. The crowded twin peaks danced on the stage, which was really eye-catching.

After the dance, Lou Wen, who is the host, stood up and asked everyone with a smile

"Dancing like this today, I want to ask for a hymn on behalf of all the dancers. I don't know if any of you talented people would like to write a poem?"

Lou Wen's words seemed like everyone was asking for a poem, but Mo Fei knew clearly that this kid still hated him, knowing that he was so popular yesterday, even if the rest of the people wanted a poem, they would only Can it be to give up this opportunity.

After all, according to the rules, he was the one who took the lead yesterday, so naturally he must be the one who wrote this poem today.

Seeing this, Mo Fei also drank a glass of wine and said boldly

"Then I won't be polite, I will serve you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Seeing that Mo Fei took the bait, Lou Wen immediately motioned for someone to bring up the good rice paper.

He has seen Mo Fei's calligraphy before, and it's not even a third-rate calligraphy. It's no fault of Mo Fei. He rarely even buys the cheapest paper. Calligraphy requires long-term practice to achieve success.

This was also the only and last way he could think of to humiliate Mo Fei. He directly prepared three pieces of rice paper in one go, in order not to give Mo Fei the excuse of writing a typo.

From Mo Fei's point of view, Lou Wen wanted to deliberately make himself look ugly. He wrote three poems yesterday, so naturally he should also write three poems in a row today.

After pondering for a while, Mo Fei also picked up a pen and danced on the rice paper.

Soon, the first poem was on the paper, and all the dancers on the stage stretched their necks to see what kind of calligraphy Mo Fei's poems are.

Situ Changkong on the side also raised his head curiously to take a look, but he couldn't look away after just one glance.

"Good poetry! Good words!"

"Good words! Good poetry!"

As we all know, Situ Changkong is the best at calligraphy, and it is very rare for him to say a word well. Today, Mo Fei was praised twice in a row.

"Good poetry! Good words!"

"Good words! Good poetry!"