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

As the last minister presented the gift list, just a moment after the opening scene ended, a person dressed as a scholar came out from the opposite side, bowed slightly and respectfully said to the big Xia people on the opposite side

"I'm not talented, Huangfu Qiubai, I heard that Situ Changkong is very talented, so I came here from a long distance to learn, I wonder if brother Situ can give me advice? I would like to write a poem and dedicate it to the Queen Mother Zhaohua.

Hearing this, Situ Changkong wasn't afraid either. Since everyone was calling at his door, he naturally wanted to respond, so he stood up with a smile and cupped his fists and said

"This is natural!"

Just when everyone thought that Situ Changkong was ready to accept the challenge, Situ Changkong changed the subject, turned his head and said to Mo Fei

"Unfortunately, brother Qiu Bai's information is a little outdated, I have already admitted a few months ago that my talent is not as good as brother Mo Fei.

"If you really want to write a poem for the Empress Dowager, since brother Mo is here, how can I be worthy to speak?"

"Four Eighty Zero" Hearing this, the Fourth Prince immediately said in a low voice

"Interesting, boy, are you provoking Situ Changkong? They set up a situation for you months in advance, which ordinary people can't enjoy.

Hearing this, Mo Fei smiled wryly. It probably wasn't that Situ Changkong set up a trap for him in advance. It was his fault that day. With a sigh, Mo Fei also stood up slowly, Situ Zhang The empty talk has come to this point, it is not suitable for him to sit any longer.

Seeing Mo Fei standing up, all the talented scholars from other countries frowned subconsciously, and couldn't help but recall the number one talented scholar in Beixia who was punched unconscious by Mo Fei just now without even saying a word...

Thinking of the three teeth that were blown away, everyone present felt their bodies tremble and their backs felt cold.

Mo Fei also responded with a smile on his face

"Brother Situ is too self-effacing, how can I compare to Brother Situ."

"However, since today I want to present a poem to the Empress Dowager, I will do my part."

Smiling slightly, Mo Fei glanced at the other party and said directly

"Then I'll make a song first!"

""Qingping Tune""

"Clouds like clothes, flowers look like faces, and spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

A sentence of Yun Xiang's clothes and Hua Xiangrong made everyone present fall into silence, but before the person could speak, he continued

"Don't worry, think slowly, I'm not done yet, second!"

"A branch of red and dew condenses fragrance, cloud and rain Wushan heartbroken in vain."

"May I ask who in the Han Palace looks the same? Poor Feiyan Yixin makeup."

Without giving everyone any time to react, he continued

"The third!"

"Famous and beautiful flowers are in love with each other, and they look like a king with a smile."

"Explain the endless hatred of the spring breeze, the Chenxiang Pavilion leaning against the rails to the north."

It’s three more poems, and it doesn’t take a moment to breathe. Before, many talented scholars in the Xia Dynasty doubted whether Mo Fei’s literary talent was real.

"This... no wonder Situ Changkong is willing to bow down, good guy, this sentence of Yun Xiang's clothes and Hua Xiangrong is enough to explain everything."

"Hey, is this still a comparison? The Queen Mother is covering her hands and snickering. If I were that person, I would probably find a place to sneak in.

"Relief, it's too relieved. Mr. Situ Changkong didn't participate in the Qingshan Poetry Club before, which caused us to be overwhelmed. Those Northern Xia poets have been arrogant for three years, and now all three poems have given us back face."

"Look, look, that one vomited blood and passed out hahaha!"

No one thought that the Wendou hadn't started yet, it was already over, Bei Xia was knocked down by Mo Fei for the first time, and he still hasn't woken up yet.

The second talented scholar in Beixia, he vomited blood and fainted after thinking for a long time...

Seeing this situation, Wen Dou probably doesn't need to start anymore, he can just admit defeat.

At this time, Queen Mother Zhaohua also smiled and said,

"Mo Fei? Very good, reward!"

With that said, the Empress Dowager Zhaohua took off a blood-red jade hairpin from the top of her head and put it on the plate amidst everyone's shocked eyes.

"Send it to him!"

Here he is obviously Mo Fei, and now even the princes are looking at Mo Fei with envy.

This is the personal possession of the Empress Dowager Zhaohua. From this, Mo Fei can enter and exit the Empress Dowager's palace at will. This gift is only available to the Fourth Prince, the younger brother of the Empress Dowager.

Mo Fei kept thinking in his heart

"It's over, it's over, my mouth is floating again."

Glancing at Queen Mother Zhaohua, he can only bite the bullet and accept it now, respectfully saying

"Thank you, Queen Mother, for the reward."

Seeing this situation, everyone in Beixia also frowned. This round was completely humiliating. They took the initiative to provoke and couldn't write a poem, and they were provoked to vomit blood...

And the more everyone frowned, the more happy the Empress Dowager Zhaohua was. It had to be said that Mo Fei's performance far exceeded what Situ Changkong had told her before.

Nodding in satisfaction, Queen Mother Zhaohua also said with a smile

"Since that's the case, if you have time, go to the palace and leave me a pair of calligraphy."

"Why do I have such a talented man in Daxia?"

Hearing this, Mo Fei responded with a slight bow

"As a subject, naturally it should be like this!"

It seems that I can't see that the old and the young are singing the double reeds here, and there is a humanity coming out of you again.

"Empress Zhaohua, Ankang! I am a sword dancer, with a hundred miles of wind and wind. By the king's order, I specially present a sword dance song for you."

As he said that, Baili Fengyang also raised his head and stared at the Queen Mother Zhaohua. Seeing this, the Queen Mother Zhaohua also smiled slightly and said

"I've heard for a long time that there is a sword fairy in the state of Qi, who dances swords very beautifully. It seems that the Ai family is lucky today, but dancing is fine."

It was said that after Baili Fengyang smiled and bowed deeply, long swords continuously flew out from the mysterious ring between his fingers, dancing in the air with the support of profound strength, and matched with Baili Fengyang's figure in the hall dance on.

Everyone present knew that this was just a trick, but Baili Fengyang practiced this trick to the extreme.

Hundreds of long swords are exactly the same, for the convenience of unified mobilization, even if there are high-level warriors present who can make exactly the same rhythm as them, they can't get so many identical long swords in a short time.

Judging from the style of the long sword, this should be just an empty foil, the kind of hollow foil that even a common master can easily crush "It's something that exists entirely for performance

.

Although the dance is beautiful, the warriors on the 5.9 Great Xia side are silent. As warriors, how can they practice this kind of thing? It is even more impossible for those scholars to do it.

Just when everyone's expressions darkened and they couldn't think of a countermeasure, Mo Fei clapped his hands wildly.

shouted in the mouth

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Fourth Prince, who was watching, almost wanted to step up and kick him, so he quickly pulled Mo Fei to remind him

"Aren't you stupid? That's from another country. Are you slapping us in the face of Daxia if you just won the applause from the opponent?"

I saw Mo Fei smiled slightly and glanced at the fourth prince, patted his hand that was firmly grasping him

"Why are you in a hurry, little old man, I'll show you a better performance."

With that said, Mo Fei stood up slowly in the sight of all eyes. .