"Miss Qingmei is now the most talented woman in Xiaozhou. She is also a celestial figure. The name of a fairy is definitely appropriate." Lu Jingyun shouted, "From now on, we will respectfully call Miss Qingmei Fairy!"

All the scholars agreed, saying that Yan was gentle and kind, and had a kind heart, and was kind-hearted, so she deserved the name of a fairy.

Yan Qingmei smiled slightly and said, "You are wrong. How can you do Qingmei behave? You dare to be the fairy Qingshui. However, Sanren not only has a quick literary mind, but also has the heart to be a people, but they are truly kind-hearted. It is our blessing to have Sanren's poem passed down to the world today."

Seeing that everyone was unwilling to talk about resisting the barbarians in the eastern desert, Wuyuan Sanren couldn't help but smile desolately and silently.

In addition to the eight states, there are four wildernesses in the Xuanwu Continent, namely the East Wilderness, the West Wilderness, the South Wilderness and the North Wilderness.

The Southern Wilderness is the Southern Wilderness, located south of Yuezhou, with the Tiannan Mountains as the core. The Northern Wilderness refers to a small area north of Qinzhou, close to the endless ice ocean. The Western Wilderness is located on the west side of the continent and has the largest area. However, the Eastern Wilderness is not above the continent, but refers to a large island not far from the river entering the sea.

The people living on the East Wilderness Islands are completely different from those on the mainland. They have snow-skinned skin, blue eyes, tall figures, and their language is also very different from those on the mainland. The heaven and earth where the East Wilderness Islands are located is extremely thin, but it is not uncommon for strong people.

The East Wilderness Islands are divided into several large tribes, all of which are extremely warlike and fight endlessly, and often flee to the mainland to plunder. Wuyuan is located near the seaside of the river, and is the most commonly plundered area of ​​the East Wilderness tribes.

Lin Feng read all these news from classics. The deeds of the Sanren from Wuyuan resisting the tribes of the Eastern Wilderness are also recorded in classics.

Xiaozhou is quite calm on the surface, but in fact it is full of disputes. The strong men in Xiaozhou have no intention of paying attention to the matters of the East Wilderness, so naturally no one will help the people from Wuyuan.

Lin Feng looked at the slightly lonely man in Wuyuan, but there was no turmoil in his heart. Because this is Xiaozhou, and he comes from the "Southern Wilderness". In the eyes of people in Xiaozhou, everyone outside Xiaozhou can be called barbarians, not to mention that he, a man in the Southern Wilderness, is even more a barbarian among barbarians.

Yan Qingmei waved her white wrist and a piece of rice paper and an inkstone appeared on the table, and an exquisite brush appeared on her hand.

"What is the name of this poem by Sanren?" Yan Qingmei turned slightly and asked softly.

"It's called 'bian Ci'!" Wuyuan Sanren replied.

Yan Qingmei lightly tapped her head, dipped her brush gently in the inkstone, and then she waved the pen on the rice paper. After a while, she put away the ink, gently lifted the rice paper, and showed it to everyone.

Lin Feng looked over and saw that the handwriting on the rice paper was like silver hooks and iron strokes, which was extremely imposing. The handwriting was wild and unrestrained, and it was so powerful that it was extremely rare. It was a very rare cursive script, which was completely different from the beautiful small hairpin and flower calligraphy on Yan Qingmei’s invitation that day.

Obviously, Yan Qingmei's achievements in calligraphy are also extremely good, and she is worthy of being a talented woman.

"good!"

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but cheer again.

Yan Qingmei smiled slightly, put the rice paper on the table, waved her jade hand gently, and the wine glass in Qingxi in front of Wuyuan Sanren came to her hands again.

He poured a glass of wine and put it in the clear stream. Yan Qingmei smiled and said, "The masterpiece of Sanren is enough to pass on the world. It adds glory to today's poetry meeting. Qingmei is extremely happy. The starry sky is like blood. Everyone is a well-read poet. Please do not hide your shortcomings. It is better to recite more gold and jade seals." After that, he waved his jade hand again, and the wine glass slowly went down in the clear stream.

This time, the wine glass stopped in front of a literati in green clothes. The literati was named Zhao Muyue, the chief of a famous academy near Qinglong City, and a well-educated scholar. Zhao Muyue was not polite at the moment and stood up and recited a poem.

A masterpiece like Wuyuan Sanren is naturally impossible to appear continuously. Everyone commented, and Zhao Muyue's poems were quite appropriate, but they were far from the works of Wuyuan Sanren. So amid the laughter of everyone, Zhao Muyue calmly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Yan Qingmei recorded Zhao Muyue's poem again, and then recalled the wine glass, filled the wine and placed it on the clear stream.

This time the wine glass stopped in front of Lu Jingyun. Lu Jingyun was quite talented and recited a seven-character quatrain that showed its sharpness. This poem was unanimously approved by everyone, but compared with the "Bian Ci" by Wuyuan Sanren, it seemed too sharp and not restrained enough, so he was naturally at a disadvantage.

Without waiting for everyone to urge him, Lu Jingyun directly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go. Since he had been praised by everyone, he could also drink the fine wine poured by Fairy Qingmei, so he was naturally extremely happy.

After putting down the wine glass, Lu Jingyun looked at Fang Ruoxu proudly. Fang Ruoxu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

His previous poems of the Wuyuan Sanren were refuted by Yan Qingmei, but Lu Jingyun's poems were praised by Yan Qingmei. In contrast, Lu Jingyun naturally had the qualifications to be proud.

But he was not depressed for too long because he immediately found the next target of attack.

The wine glass flowed again, but this time it stopped in front of the handsome boy.

"An unknown boy dares to attend the poem meeting of Fairy Qingmei!" Fang Ruoxu stared at the handsome young man and sneered, "I want to see what 'master works' you can recite!"

The handsome young man looked like lightning and looked at Fang Ruoxu coldly. Fang Ruoxu felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient beast, and his face suddenly changed, and he could no longer say what he wanted to say.

Yan Qingmei looked at Lin Feng in surprise, and then her face calmed down again. She smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Lin Feng, please recite the masterpiece. If there is no poem, please drink this cup."

Lin Feng glanced at Yan Qingmei deeply and frowned slightly.

Yan Qingmei's performance today seemed as if the verbal conflict in Wanxiang Building had never happened that day, which made Lin Feng feel strange.

"I've said a long time ago, what can such a young boy recite?" Fang Ruoxu refused to remain at peace when the pressure on his body was relieved. He looked at Lin Feng and said disdainfully, "A person who is just a scattered person should be driven out of the garden directly. How could he let him drink the wine poured by the fairy Qingmei?"

Xue Nu's face darkened, and a trace of murderous intent appeared between her eyebrows. On the other side of Lin Feng, Yan Qinghan glared at Fang Ruoxu fiercely and whispered: "Brother Lin, don't hide your weakness, I know your strength."

Lin Feng looked at this familiar little girl helplessly and thought to himself, what strength I have. I have never learned these things.

Yan Qingmei still had a faint smile on her beautiful face, but she did not urge her. The famous scholars knew each other, but they didn't know who Lin Feng was, so they all looked at Lin Feng with interest, waiting for Lin Feng to speak.

Lin Feng glanced at the wine glass in front of him and slowly stood up.

Although this glass of wine was poured by Yan Qingmei by herself, it was not attractive to Lin Feng. Moreover, Yan Qingmei always used a wine glass, which has been drank by three others including Wuyuan Sanren. Although Lin Feng was not a particular person, he did not want to get the saliva of the three men. Therefore, he naturally did not choose to drink directly, but prepared to recite poems.

"Which song is better to recite?" Lin Feng recalled the poems that Mr. Zhuang had put into his mind, thinking in his heart that his daughter, the prince was lying in love with him.

Lin Feng was actually very disgusted with this kind of behavior of taking other people's works as his own. However, this time the other party was his own master, and in order not to drink other people's saliva, Lin Feng also put down his face and was ready to be shameless once.

"Master, just this time, don't blame me!" Lin Feng thought to himself as he looked at Mr. Zhuang who was sleeping in Feng Lingzhu.

"I have it!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed and he also made a decision.

Looking around everyone, Lin Feng smiled faintly, "Since Fairy Qingmei feels about watching the river enter the sea, I will write a poem related to the river!"

"The clouds in the pillow are approaching, and the sound of pine trees under the bed is sad. I want to watch the silver mountain slash the sky waves, open the window and put it in the river!" Lin Feng said with a smile on his face and chanted with a stern resonance.

Everyone was thinking about it in their hearts, but Fang Ruoxu shouted loudly: "It's not possible! It's not possible! It's not possible!"

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, ignored him at all, and sat down slowly.

"The child of Huangkou is also learning to write poetry!" Fang Ruoxu stared at Lin Feng and sneered, "What is the 'cloud air in the pillow'? How can the cloud air be in the pillow? The 'pine sounds under the bed', haha! Can't your pine trees grow under the bed? The words are piled up and the flashy is not solid, which is considered a bullshit poem!"

Yan Qingmei's beautiful eyes flashed brightly, and she looked at Lin Feng and said softly: "What is the title of this poem, sir?"

Lin Feng said calmly: "Sleeping in the Academy at Night."

"Sleeping in the academy at night... I guess this academy is on the dangerous peak near the river!" Yan Qingmei's beautiful eyes were full of colors, and she kept saying, "It's true that it's cloudy in the pillow and the sound of pine under the bed! OK, OK, OK!"

Fang Ruoxue was dumbfounded and said repeatedly: "Fairy Qingmei, this...this..."

Yan Qingmei didn't care about him. Her beautiful face was full of excitement. She took out rice paper and quickly recorded the poem. She put it away with great care. Then she looked at Lin Feng and exclaimed: "Mr. Lin Feng is indeed a man with a big heart. He can make such a masterpiece at a young age. When this poem spreads, there will be another scholar in Xiaozhou!"

The famous scholars carefully savored this poem, thinking about it and thought it was extremely extraordinary, and they looked at Lin Feng for a moment and became more impressed.

Fang Ruoxu looked embarrassed as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis. He sat there and said nothing he could do.

Lin Feng's face was calm, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. This poem had nothing to do with him. It was probably not written by his master, but a poem carved in the "Four Seasons Picture" of Juquemen. Such a pick-up of people's wisdom is not a real skill, but rather a shameless one.

However, in order not to drink this glass of wine that has been drooling with others, I don’t care about so much.

"It seems that this poem has not been spread on the mainland, and I finally passed the test!" Lin Feng thought to himself.

"Mr. This poem is extremely extraordinary. It is incomparable to the previous poem by Sanren. Qingmei dares to make another poem to tell the winner and lose with Sanren. I wonder if he is willing?" At this moment, Yan Qingmei's voice sounded again.

Lin Feng looked up and saw Yan Qingmei looking at him with an urgent look, with a very sincere expression in his eyes.

"Hmph! I don't know where he copied this poem. Fairy, if you ask him to write another poem, it will be hard for him to die!" Fang Ruoxu reacted very quickly, curled his lips disdainfully, and shouted loudly.

"Brother Lin!"

Yan Qinghan pulled Lin Feng's neck of clothes, his little face full of expectation.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Feng again, and the various eyes were difficult to understand. Obviously, some people also agreed with Fang Ruoxu's words.

"I have to be shameless again!" Lin Feng thought helplessly and stood up again.
Chapter completed!