On the top floor of Tianci Pavilion, at the Qionghua Banquet, seeing that Han Feng had not picked up his pen to write a poem for a long time, the fourth princess Zhu Hongyue couldn't help but sneer.

"Master Han, you have never been willing to write. Is it because you are planning to let us wait with you?"

Faced with Zhu Hongyue's urging, Han Feng first glanced back and glanced at Shangguan Lin who was standing not far away, frowned and stared at him.

Shangguan Lin's face was obviously redder than before. He also stretched out his hand to scratch his neck and twisted his body. It was obvious that the cup of poisonous wine that was quietly "transferred" by Han Feng had quickly spread in his body.

However, Shangguan Lin still didn't know it, and he was still obsessed with observing Han Feng.

Han Feng sneered in his heart, but suddenly turned around, his eyes suddenly stared at the high platform, and his face was impatient.

Han Feng's eyes, which were originally slightly drunk and confused, suddenly became focused and serious at this moment.

The pair of hot and sharp eyes made Zhu Hongyue stagnate slightly, and inexplicably wanted to avoid the other party's gaze.

But as arrogant as her, when she thought that she was a princess with a wealthy body, how could she be captured by the other party? She immediately stared at Han Feng with her phoenix eyes coldly.

However, Han Feng's eyes did not stop there.

He looked at Zhu Hongyue's pretty face intently, staring for a moment, and then he blatantly moved downward again, moving downward from the other party's slender and white goose neck, along with Zhu Hongyue's delicate body.

Those eyes, like magic, made Zhu Hongyue, who pretended to be calm, feel a little nervous again.

Han Feng's eyes were like an invisible hand, stroking her body all the way.

This made the princess's princess unable to help but her body was a little stiff and awkward, and she felt slightly hot.

"call……!"

He let out a secret breath, and Zhu Hongyue was secretly annoyed, and couldn't help but vent his rudeness.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Han Feng suddenly withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to suck the top wolf pen into his hand.

The brush rolled ink in the air, soaked ink, then the brush fell into the wind, and on the white rice paper, the pen was like a dragon and a snake!

At the same time, Han Fengkou was moved with his heart, and secretly used the power of his divine thoughts to recite aloud!

"There is a beautiful woman in Qiancheng, who is independent of the world!"

Han Feng's magnetic voice, blessed by the power of divine thoughts, was conveyed simultaneously in all directions in the hall with some power that penetrated the heart.

Just one line of poetry was revealed, and the originally noisy hall suddenly became silent.

At this moment, the eyes that glared at Han Feng seemed to be brought into a wonderful artistic conception by Han Feng.

They seemed to see the glorious imperial capital, the majestic Qiancheng top, a beautiful woman standing with her hands.

Although it was just a vague figure, she was so noble and arrogant...

And just as everyone's eyes were slightly confused, Han Feng continued to recite poems!

"One look at the city, another look at the country."

In just ten words, it was like a thunder, which made the vague figure in everyone's heart suddenly become clear, reflecting a stunning appearance that was so beautiful that it was enough to reverse all living beings!

At this time, Han Feng had already recited the last sentence of the poem.

"It's better not to know whether to be beautiful or beautiful, but it's hard to get a beautiful woman again!"

The moment the sound fell, the pen was dry, and a poem with elegant writing, like flowing clouds and water appeared on the paper!

However, at this moment, the whole hall was quiet.

Everyone's eyes were dull and confused, and their minds were still stuck in the wonderful picture created in the poems.

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Come and take over the original manuscript of Mr. Han’s poem, and wait until the palace has thought of the name, and then write it on it personally.”

A maid hurriedly stepped forward, dried the poems written by Han Feng, and sent them to Zhu Hongyue for personal reading, and then framed them on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the ladies of all the daughters at the Qionghua Banquet couldn't help but look envious.

Such a peerless work was born in this banquet, but the original manuscript was taken into consideration by His Royal Highness, and he was qualified to write poems.

If this poem is passed down through the ages in the future, wouldn’t His Royal Highness be remembered forever?

Even if the other party is the princess, the celebrities present in the imperial capital could not help but feel jealous.

Finally, a young woman with a pretty face first came to Han Feng and said softly: "Master Han, can you write another poem for me and give it to me? I am grateful for it!"

The so-called three women play one, let alone a group of women. When they see someone taking the initiative to ask Han Feng for poetry, the others will be willing to fall behind.

Immediately, several more daughters came around and asked Han Feng for a poem.

Driven by these people, the girls at the banquet were afraid of missing this opportunity, so they did not care about being reserved and rushed forward to ask for poetry.

In the blink of an eye, Han Feng was surrounded by a group of fat and thin, colorful figures in the center of the hall.

Han Feng was also a little stunned when he saw this sudden scene.

Damn, what's going on? Why do you come to me to ask for poetry? Even if I'm the "Chinese Little Poetry Library", I won't bring such a mass production.

Han Feng wanted to apply oil to the soles of his feet and sneak out of the crowd. However, these women were even more crazy than Han Feng thought. In order to get a peerless poem, they would not let Han Feng go.

When he noticed that Han Feng wanted to leave, some women reached out and grabbed his sleeves, while others grabbed his collar, trouser legs, belt...

Some people even panic and grabbed the wrong part, which was so shocked that Han Feng covered his crotch with both hands and began to feel nervous. These women were really crazy.

Feeling that Han Feng, who had not left something since today, would probably be difficult to keep his shorts even after he had a sharp turn of thought, suddenly a flash of inspiration.

He hurriedly shouted, "Wait... wait a moment, 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: "Master Han, what gift have you prepared? Is it a poem or article?"
Chapter completed!