On the top floor of Tianci Pavilion, at the Qionghua Banquet, the fourth princess Zhu Hongyue couldn't help but sneer when she saw that Han Feng had not started to write a poem.
"Scholar Han, you have been unwilling to write. Are you planning to let us wait with you forever?"
Faced with Zhu Hongyue's urging, Han Feng first looked back at Shangguan Lin, who was standing not far away and stared at him with a frown.
At this moment, Shangguan Lin's face was obviously redder than before. He stretched out his hands to scratch his neck and twisted his body from time to time. It was obvious that the poisonous wine that Han Feng had quietly "passed on" had spread rapidly in his body.
However, Shangguan Lin still didn't know it and was still observing Han Feng with all his attention.
Han Feng sneered secretly in his heart, but suddenly turned around and stared at "Zhu Hongyue" with an impatient expression on the high platform.
Han Feng's eyes, which were originally slightly drunk, suddenly became focused and serious at this moment.
That pair of hot and sharp eyes made Zhu Hongyue hesitate slightly, inexplicably trying to avoid the other party's sight.
But as arrogant as she was, when she thought that she was a princess with a body of thousands of dollars, how could she be photographed by the other party? She immediately stared at Han Feng with cold eyes.
However, Han Feng's gaze did not stop there.
He looked at Zhu Hongyue's pretty face intently, stared for a moment, and then blatantly moved downwards, from the other's slender white goose neck, all the way down, along Zhu Hongyue's delicate body.
Those eyes, as if they were magical, made Zhu Hongyue, who was pretending to be calm, feel a little flustered again.
Han Feng's gaze was like an invisible big hand, caressing her body all the way.
Her Royal Highness the Princess couldn't help but feel a little stiff and awkward, and felt slightly hot.
"call……!"
Exhaling secretly, Zhu Hongyue was secretly annoyed and couldn't help but want to angrily reprimand Han Feng for his rudeness.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Han Feng suddenly withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and took the fine wolf-brush pen into his hand.
The pen rolled up the ink in the air, soaked in ink, and then the pen fell with a sudden wind. On the white rice paper, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake!
At the same time, Han Fengkou followed his heart, secretly blessing him with the power of his spiritual thoughts, and recited aloud!
"There is a beautiful woman in Qiancheng, who is independent from the world!"
Han Feng's magnetic voice, blessed by the power of spiritual thoughts, carried a certain power that penetrated people's hearts and was transmitted to all directions in the hall at the same time.
With just one line of poetry uttered, the originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
The pair of eyes glaring at Han Feng angrily, at this moment, seemed to be brought into a wonderful artistic conception by Han Feng.
They seemed to see a beautiful woman standing on the top of the majestic Qiancheng in the Huanghuang Imperial Capital.
Although she is just a blurry figure, she is so noble and aloof...
And just when everyone's eyes were slightly confused, Han Feng continued to recite poems!
"Look at the Qingren City, then look at the Qingren Country."
Just ten words, but like a thunder, the blurred figure suddenly became clear in everyone's hearts, reflecting a stunning face that could captivate a country and turn all living beings upside down!
At this time, Han Feng had already recited the last line of the poem.
"I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. A beautiful woman is hard to come by!"
The moment the voice fell, the pen and ink were dry, and a poem with elegant handwriting, like flowing clouds and flowing water, appeared on the paper!
However, at this moment, the entire hall was silent.
Everyone's eyes were dull and confused, and their minds were still stuck in the wonderful picture created in the poem.
“There are beauties in Qiancheng, peerless and independent.
Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country.
I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. It is hard to find a beautiful woman! "
The poem written in just a few words makes people seem to see a peerless beauty who is independent from the world and whose appearance is stunning.
That kind of beauty is so ethereal, yet so thrilling, especially the ladies from famous families present, who are deeply intoxicated by it and unable to extricate themselves, as if they are imagining that they are this woman!
However, if we were to say who among the women felt the strongest, it was Zhu Hongyue who was on the high platform.
Just now, Han Feng's scorching gaze on him was so naked and bold. After looking at him from head to toe, he wrote this "unparalleled" poem.
In this way, wasn't Han Feng writing this poem just for himself?
When she thought of this, the princess, who had always been proud and all-seeing, suddenly felt uncontrollably excited.
Her heartbeat began to accelerate, her body began to feel inexplicably hot, and she even began to tremble slightly.
"call……!"
She kept taking deep breaths secretly, suppressing her emotions, and looked at Han Feng pretending to be calm.
At this moment, Han Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Zhu Hongyue.
The two looked at each other, Han Feng's eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a divine light in his eyes.
Zhu Hongyue looked at him and felt his eyes were hot, as if he had been burned by something. He couldn't help but look away slightly.
"Your Highness the Princess, I have finished your poem. I would like your Highness the Princess and all the ladies to comment on it."
Han Feng's words brought everyone back to reality.
However, the scene was still silent, because silence was better than sound at this time!
All the women present had extraordinary family backgrounds and naturally had strong literary appreciation abilities.
When Han Feng's poems came out, they were shocked even more than some of the so-called masterpieces they had read.
Such a poem can be called a "peerless work". How do they evaluate it?
After a long silence, Zhu Hongyue, who slowly calmed down on the high platform, looked at Han Feng again.
Although he was still condescending, his eyes were clearly softer.
"Well... Bachelor Han's poems... are indeed extraordinary. It seems that I was impulsive and misunderstood Sir Bachelor before."
One sentence has shown that Her Royal Highness the Princess has completely forgiven Han Feng's previous rude remarks, and at the same time affirmed Han Feng's literary talents.
None of the women present raised any objection.
Han Feng felt relieved when he heard this and was about to turn back to observe Shangguan Lin's situation.
Zhu Hongyue on the high platform said, "Xueshi Han, I wonder if this poem of yours has a title?"
When Han Feng heard this, he recalled secretly in his heart, but found that he had really forgotten the name of the poem. However, he was not panicked and said calmly: "Your Royal Highness, your Majesty is so talented and spiritual that you wrote this poem, but you didn't even bother to give it a title.
Since it was Her Royal Highness the Princess who proposed the title for the lower official, why not ask Her Royal Highness the Princess to write a title for this poem. "
Han Feng conveniently left this tedious matter to Her Royal Highness the Princess.
However, upon hearing this, Zhu Hongyue's eyes flashed with light.
She secretly thought, as expected, he wrote this poem for herself!
Holding back a trace of joy in his heart, Zhu Hongyue said: "Xueshi Han's poem is so amazing, I have to think of a good name.
Come, please accept the original manuscript of Han Xueshi's poem, and wait for me to think of a name before inscribing it myself. "
A maid hurriedly came forward, dried the poems written by Han Feng, and sent them to Zhu Hongyue to read in person, and then framed them on the spot.
Seeing this scene, all the rich ladies at the Qionghua Banquet couldn't help but look envious.
Such a unique work was produced at this banquet, but the original manuscript was collected by Her Royal Highness the Princess, and she was also qualified to inscribe the poem.
If this poem is passed down through the ages in the future, won’t Her Royal Highness also be able to be famous throughout the ages?
Even if the other party is a princess, the ladies of the imperial capital present can't help but feel jealous.
Finally, a young woman with a delicate appearance came to Han Feng first and said softly: "Scholar Han, can you write a poem for me and give it to me, I will be grateful!"
The so-called three women perform a show, let alone a group of women. When someone sees someone taking the initiative to ask Han Feng for a poem, the others are left behind.
Immediately, several more rich ladies came around and asked Han Feng for a poem.
Driven by these people, all the girls at the banquet were afraid of missing this opportunity, and regardless of being reserved, they rushed forward to ask for poems.
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng was surrounded by a group of fat, thin and colorful figures in the center of the hall.
Seeing this sudden scene, Han Feng was also a little dumbfounded.
Damn it, what's going on? Why are they coming to me for poems? Even my "Little Chinese Poetry Library" doesn't bring such mass-produced poems.
Han Feng wanted to apply oil on his soles and sneak out of the crowd. However, these women were even crazier than Han Feng imagined. In order to get a peerless poem, they would never let Han Feng go.
Sensing that Han Feng wanted to leave, some women reached out and grabbed his sleeves, while others grabbed his lapel, trouser legs, and belt...
Some people even grabbed the wrong part in a panic. Han Feng was so shocked that he covered his crotch with his hands and began to panic. These women are really crazy.
Feeling that if he didn't leave something behind today, Han Feng might not even be able to keep his underwear, his thoughts changed quickly, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.
He hurriedly shouted: "Wait...wait a minute, ladies, don't worry, Han has actually prepared gifts for you!"
When the girls heard this, they all looked at Han Feng in surprise.
A woman still grabbed Han Feng's collar and asked curiously: "Scholar Han, what gift have you prepared? Is it a poem or article?"
Han Feng covered his almost bare chest with a speechless hand and hurriedly explained to the girls: "Ladies, I have brought you the specialties of my hometown, "Colorful Dream Perfume" and "Golden Bough and Jade Leaf Mask"!"
