At this time, a maid from Zuixiang Tower poured tea for Chu Feng. Shuang'er, who was standing next to Chu Feng, glanced at the maid's hand without leaving any trace. After knowing that the other party was not a martial arts practitioner, she remained silent.
"Xiao Xianglian, don't be honest, otherwise, I don't care if you are a heiress or not, I will punish you severely!"
Chu Feng suppressed the evil fire and said loudly to Xiao Xianglian in his arms.
At this time, Xiao Xianghe realized that she seemed to have delayed something! It seems that Karen-chan got one step ahead!
Sure enough, Xiao Xianglian was not afraid of Chu Feng's threats at all, and smiled coquettishly: "Little Marquis, although the Xiaonu family is a noble family, if the little Marquis wants it, the Xiaonu family will be waiting for you!"
I don't know who it was who cursed in a low voice: "It's really insulting to the gentlemen, the Qing Guan people are so miserable."
Before Chu Feng could attack, Shuang'er rushed to the man's side, slapped him in the face extremely loudly, and then retreated behind Chu Feng.
Suddenly, there was silence in the room. Chu Feng looked at the Imperial College scholar who was covering his face and lying on the ground. He sneered and said, "You scolded me for being insulting to politeness. Then I ask you, where is this place? This is insulting to politeness." In this place, you are riding a horse but you talk to me politely! You really deserve a beating!"
Several Imperial College scholars next to him were extremely indifferent and did not even look at the classmate who fell on the ground. It was a talented man from the capital who stood up and saluted Chu Feng and said softly: "Little Marquis, calm down, Zhang San, this is his first time here. There is nothing." I don’t understand. I hope the young Marquis will show his respect."
"I am too lazy to argue with him. I heard that Ouyang and everyone are here. Why haven't I seen it yet?"
Chu Feng withdrew his gaze and asked softly lazily.
"Little Marquis, everyone in Ouyang is in the living room. They just want to see her and write a poem about peach blossoms. Now three talented people from the Imperial Academy and Meng Xiao, the eldest son of the Meng family, have entered. There is also a wealthy businessman. I bought a peach blossom poem with gold beads and went in. Little Marquis, you don’t want to go in too, do you?”
Xiao Xianghe, who felt that she had been overtaken by Xiao Xianglian just now, rushed to answer!
However, Xiao Xianglian in Chu Feng's arms sneered: "Xianghe, no matter how you behave now, my aunt is one step ahead of you! Chu Feng is no longer that idiot and playboy. After defeating Crown Prince Li Hui, It has also been recognized by His Majesty the Emperor. It has a bright future! If I don’t grab it now, I will regret it greatly!”
Thinking of this, Xiao Xianglian even leaned closer to Chu Feng's ear and whispered: "Little Marquis, Xianglian hasn't seen you in the past few days, and she feels empty in her heart. Xianglian has decided to give up her innocent body in the evening." It’s the little Marquis.”
After saying that, he even kissed Chu Feng blatantly! Rang Shuang'er wanted to rush forward, grab her hair, and pull her out of the young master's arms. This woman is so shameless!
Chu Feng was extremely satisfied, and Xiao Xianglian even volunteered to sacrifice herself. These days, love luck is coming at any time, hey, it can’t be stopped!
"Little Marquis, Xiang is not talented. He has just composed a peach blossom poem and voluntarily dedicated it to the young Marquis, asking for his favor."
A scholar with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked up to Chu Feng, holding a piece of white silk in his hand, which seemed to have writing on it.
Chu Feng was stunned, looked at the young man named Xiang with a smile, and said softly: "Haha, you are very good, I am very optimistic about you. Say: What is your name?"
"The villain Xiang Wendong, courtesy name Bowen. A scholar from Qinghe County. Meet the young marquis." Xiang Wentian was very excited and immediately knelt down on his knees in front of Chu Feng!
As a result, several scholars from the Imperial College pointed their fingers at it, and two or three even sneered at it!
However, with Chu Feng's glance, these scholars were frightened into silence again.
Chu Feng was very satisfied with the performance of the scholars and said in his heart: "These Imperial College scholars know how to watch people's emotions. Unlike the TV series in the previous life, the scholars in the Imperial College are all stupid young people who are not afraid of life and death. Don't say: you You are a young prince, and even the prince dares to hold his head high and fight you. In fact, if he had done that, he would have been beaten to death long ago! Whoever dares to fight me now will be beaten directly by Shuang'er. That’s it!”
"Get up, Xiang Wendong, your name is great. Could it be that you have a younger brother named Xiang Wenxi?"
Chu Feng asked with a chuckle.
"The young marquis, the villain's sister is named Xiang Wenxi. The young marquis can ask the little sister's name. It seems that the young marquis and the little sister are very destined!"
Xiang Wendong said and wanted to kneel down again.
Chu Feng kicked him to the ground and said with a smile: "Don't do so many fucking etiquette in the future. I don't like it."
But I was thinking: "This guy is a talent. He is really good at flattering. He even wants to hook up with a little girl. Unfortunately, you have a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Your little sister probably won't be able to see you anywhere!"
"What the little Marquis has taught me is that I will never dare to do it again. However, this peach blossom poem is a bit unclear."
Xiang Wendong said, unfolding the white silk in his hand. Because the handwriting on it was not dry yet, it was kicked and the handwriting was blurred!
"Haha, it's just a peach blossom poem. I'll do it as soon as I open my mouth."
Chu Feng laughed arrogantly.
Everyone in the room suddenly showed disdainful expressions. Although they did not dare to speak out, they all despised Chu Feng for talking nonsense!
"Shuang'er, the young master will read it, and you will write it!"
Chu Feng didn't care what others thought and looked directly at Shuang'er who was silent next to him.
At this time, Xiang Wendong had already helped bring pen, ink, and white silk. Shuang'er quickly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and waited for Chu Feng's beautiful poems!
Chu Feng pushed Xiao Xianglian away, stood up, and cleared his throat. He had the air of a great talent!
This made everyone in the room doubt their own judgment: "Can this vulgar young prince really be able to write any poems?"
"Peach blossom! Ahem, you all listen up: one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, every piece of peach blossom is red and beautiful!"
Chu Feng quickly made up a jingle and came out.
Everyone in the room had their mouths turned up, but they didn't dare to smile!
"Snapped!"
A loud slap in the face made everyone follow the sound.
It was actually Xiang Wendong. Chu Feng was also very confused: "Xiang Wendong, why did you slap yourself?"
"I would like to inform you, little Marquis, that I thought it was too rude to offer a poem just now. It turns out that you have a great talent, little Marquis, and you can write such a beautiful poem that vividly describes peach blossoms! So I slap myself. A slap in the face shows shame!”
Xiang Wendong said loudly and sincerely. If it weren't for the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, it would be really easy to believe.
"Master, actually he couldn't help but want to laugh, so he had no choice but to slap himself!" Shuang'er, who was next to him, unceremoniously exposed Xiang Wendong. This shameless flatterer must be dealt with!
"The poem is ready, I am about to go in."
Chu Feng ignored Shuang'er's words, said briefly, and then took steps to walk inside.
Unexpectedly, the maid at the door suddenly reached out to stop Chu Feng, glanced at Shuang'er behind him, and said softly: "Little Marquis, your book boy has not composed a poem, so he cannot enter."
