The personal sycophant of the villainous empress

He was so upset that he continued to drink wine. He couldn't recite poems properly at the poetry meeting. It was a bunch of nonsense and rotten scholars.

I thought I would be the C-position in the Poetry Society and would attract the attention of countless talented women and beauties, but ended up sitting on the bench.

He looked at Su An's position at the top of the list. He obviously didn't read any poems and showed no talent. How could he attract the attention of so many people? The woman cast a flirtatious look at Su An, which made Chen Feng feel jealous.

It’s great to be handsome and have a high status! Isn't it just that he is a little more handsome and has a higher status than him?

A bunch of superficial women.

These benefits should obviously be his!

He didn't recognize Su An as the pretty boy he complained about a few days ago.

"Brother Chen, why don't you go up and show off your poetic talent."

At this time, someone noticed that Chen Feng was drinking heavily and couldn't help but said, "I still want to see Brother Chen write a poem in four steps."

Chen Feng forced a smile and refused: "No, these rigid competitions are boring."

The man was choked by Chen Feng and could only think that Chen Feng was arrogant and unwilling to play with them.

Then I ignored him.

After that, Chen Feng felt stuffy in his corner for most of the day, and his buttocks hurt from sitting.

finally,

"Everyone, it's not interesting to compete like this. How about I come up with a question, and everyone can use this question and compose an impromptu poem based on this question?"

As the organizer of the poetry meeting, Li Zishuang said.

"Okay! According to what Miss Li said!" Chen Feng cheered up instantly and loudly agreed. At this time, his face was flushed and he was already a little drunk from drinking.

The others looked strange when they saw this, why did Chen Feng react so badly when they just changed modes.

Li Zishuang still maintained a gentle smile: "Now is the season when the winter chrysanthemums are in full bloom, why don't we compose an impromptu poem with the theme of chrysanthemums."

Other talented men and women also became interested.

"Chrysanthemum, this is a very good question."

"I'll go first!"

"Don't compete with the flowers, the cold buds will be more fragrant at night..."

"Brother Gongyang is a great talent!"

"..."

"The faint fragrance sneaks into the room, and you feel the presence of autumn. Standing proudly in the frost and snow, not blooming with the flowers..."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

Poems about chrysanthemums appeared in the poetry meeting, pushing the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to a climax.

"These are all bullshit poems. They are indeed a bunch of hot chicks!"

This time, Chen Feng finally regained his confidence, glanced disdainfully at the talented people who were meditating hard, and said loudly: "I'll do it!"

"I have a song about drinking wine, and I would like you to taste it."

He stood up unsteadily and glanced at Li Zishuang's position with a hint of drunkenness, with a faint look of fire in his eyes.

This kind of beauty deserves to belong to a protagonist like him.

But Li Zishuang didn't look at him at all, but looked at Su An who was sitting in the main seat with some intoxication.

"Ahem."

Chen Feng's face turned completely dark, and he deliberately cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention.

The poetry meeting was quiet for a while, with everyone watching, quietly waiting for Chen Feng's masterpiece.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and looked provocatively at Su An, who had been stealing his limelight.

Just wait, when you shock the whole audience, Miss Li will definitely look at you with admiration!

Then he picked up the sake on the table, followed Li Bai's example, and poured it directly into his mouth. As a result, he accidentally choked and coughed several times.

He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief before opening his mouth with a red face:

"The house is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can... Collect chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain... I want to distinguish and forget to say anything."

As soon as the poem finished, the place became noisy again.

"Hiss~ The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses, this is the artistic conception."

"This poem is so wonderful! So wonderful!"

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, looking at Nanshan leisurely, it's such a relaxing scene."

"I just always feel that Mr. Chen's tone when reciting poems is not quite right."

"The feeling of escapism in the poem is full of hermit style. If I just listened to the poem, I would think that it was done by an old man. I don't know how Chen Feng did it at his age."

"Drinking is five, then there are four more songs before it?" Some people realized the problem with the title.

"I wonder if Brother Chen can tell you the first four songs. They must be amazing works. Why don't you read them and let me enjoy them together!"

In addition to praise, many people also became curious.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Chen Feng's forehead. He just memorized it casually and forgot to change the title of the poem.

Ask Nima!

In his mind, he was already scolding those who raised questions.

He didn't even know what the first four songs were about after drinking.

The textbook doesn’t teach it!

He supported the table with his hands and forced himself to explain: "This poem is my reflection in my spare time. As for the first four poems, they are not well written, so I won't mention them here."

Many people reluctantly believed this explanation.

"Then who knows if you copied it!" At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

Everyone looked around and saw that Du Bendu, who had just been slapped in the face by Chen Feng not long ago, was also here to participate in the poetry meeting.

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, this guy really got it right.

"It's possible!"

"Yes, this Chen Feng was clearly a fool a few days ago, how could he suddenly become a poetry genius?"

Several more voices sounded at the same time, as if they were scheduled.

These questioning voices instantly made Chen Feng blush, and he became anxious.

"These are all my original work, I did not plagiarize!"

How can a scholar's matter be called plagiarism? He just wants to carry forward five thousand years of culture in another world.

"Haha, if you are not plagiarizing, then make a few more poems about chrysanthemums." Du Bendu laughed.

What the adult said was indeed correct. As soon as he mentioned plagiarism, Chen Feng became anxious.

It seems that this kid just picked up a lost collection of poems somewhere. He was the same. He was actually frightened by this kid last time. It was too bad.

He actually forced him to kneel down and learn to bark like a dog. Thinking of this, Du Bendu's desire to kill Chen Feng became even stronger.

"How difficult is this?" Chen Feng, who was already half-drunk, cocked his neck and boasted: "Don't talk about a few songs, I can even make dozens or hundreds of songs!"

"Okay, then one hundred songs!" Du Bendu immediately agreed upon hearing this!

Today he will expose this shameless plagiarist and get his face back!

Chen Feng was instantly stunned.

Who is he? He just talks about it, why do he take it seriously?

"Don't you dare? If you don't dare, just bark three times after school." Du Bendu said with contempt.

"Who...who doesn't dare anymore!"

The half-drunk Chen Feng had no room for thinking. The alcohol had corroded most of his nerves. He could no longer tell that this was actually a completely unfair fight.