The god doctor kisses her, she is a group pet boss

Chapter 172
"Although they are father and daughter, this is too shameless."

The civil servants at the banquet couldn't sit still.

Xiao Junci also clapped his hands and laughed.

"Master Feng, what great ability do I think you have? Whose poems are you copying badly? Copying your father's poems? I'm going to blush for you."

"This poem was not written by Feng Zhanlian, why can't I use it?"

Feng Bailing's words were astonishing.

"Sinister girl, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. I wrote this poem by accident. You must have seen it before thinking of keeping it for yourself."

When Feng Zhan heard it, his neck turned red, and he pointed at Feng Bailing and cursed.

"Sister Bailing, you don't even know how to rhyme, so how could you compose poetry? Quickly admit your mistake to the regent, princess and father."

Feng Xiangxue was also nervous, she got up and blamed Feng Bailing.

"Isn't that right? How can you write poetry after you were expelled from Yuxiuyuan and didn't take a single poetry class? If you don't believe me, there is Mo Qianqian, a classmate of our Yuxiuyuan in Gaien. Just ask."

When Feng Ruoyan saw Feng Bailing making a fool of herself, she felt overwhelmed.

Mrs. Chen Guogong hurriedly ordered someone to call Mo Qianqian in.

Trembling, Mo Qianqian walked into the water pavilion.

Seeing Dugu duck sitting beside her, her heart fluttered.

"You are a female student at Yuxiu Academy. I asked you, is she your classmate? Does she know how to write poetry?"

Xiao Junci pointed to Feng Bailing.

Mo Qianqian was startled, and looked at Feng Bailing at a loss.

"You don't have to be afraid, no matter what you say, I won't embarrass you."

Nalan Yuer said softly.

There seemed to be a silent force in her voice, Mo Qianqian said with a heartbeat.

"Bai Ling hasn't done any poetry, she's taking cooking classes, imperial riding and riding."

After saying that, she looked at Feng Bailing nervously.

Feng Bailing just glanced at her lightly.

"The family is unlucky, it's really embarrassing, come and send her back to the house."

Feng Zhan even looked disgusted.

"Feng Zhanlian, you, a fourth-rank official, have no right to let my daughter go. If Bailing said that you did the poem, then you didn't do it."

Dongfang Lianhua rose up against the table.

The desk shattered, and Feng Zhan trembled.

The face of Dongfang Lianhua in front of him was frosty, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of coldness, a look he had never seen before, with such aura, Feng Zhanlian had the urge to kneel down.

"Dongfang Lianhua, the good daughter you taught, she was spoiled by you, a loving mother with many losers."

Feng Zhan heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a heartbroken voice.

"Feng Zhanlian, you said you made the poem, and I said you didn't make it. The public is right and the woman is right. If that's the case, we might as well write the first half of the poem."

Feng Bailing smiled.

There is still the first half of this quatrain?
Feng Zhan broke out in a cold sweat.

He wiped his forehead.

Anyone who understands poetry knows that a good poem needs to be crafted several times before it can be written.

Even if Feng Zhanlian was once the number one scholar, he didn't have the talent to compose poetry in seven steps.

"Please."

Feng Bailing made a gesture of invitation, and immediately ordered someone to fetch the pen and ink, and started to write again.

Feng Zhan murmured and chirped for a while before stepping forward.

He swallowed, wanting to see what Feng Bailing wrote.

But Feng Bailing's handwriting was small, Feng Zhan stared at it for a long time, but couldn't see it clearly.

Xiao Junci stepped forward to take a look, and read in a deep voice.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun.

Xiao He only showed her sharp horns, and a dragonfly had already stood on her head. "

As Xiao Junci read it, he felt that a scene of summer wild lotus, sunny water, and lotus leaf spring suddenly appeared in front of him.

At this time, there was a commotion at the banquet.

"Look!"

"It's amazing!"

When he looked at the painting again, he was also stunned.

It was dusk, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, a red-tailed dragonfly flapped its wings and flew into the water pavilion.

The red tail of the dragonfly touched the picture lightly, and landed on the budding flower bone.

There is a touch of red on the black and white wild lotus.

That is, this touch of red is just like the finishing touch, the wild lotus is fresh and interesting, and it is vivid on the paper.

It's a good picture of the little lotus just showing its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head.

What a combination of poetry and painting.

Looking at it this way, Dugu Xiaojin's paintings and Feng Bailing's poems are integrated, there are paintings in the poems, and poems in the paintings.

Looking at Dongfang Jin's paintings again, not to mention the imitation of the old grand master, how could the poems written by Feng Consort, who is so talented, not match the artistic conception of the paintings at all?
For a moment, even Nalan Yuer was speechless.

Feng Bailing couldn't help but smile, this dragonfly... she thought to herself, and glanced at Dugu Xiaojin, who stuck out her tongue at her.

Whoever makes Feng Zhan even bully his mother and concubine will ruin Feng Zhan's reputation.

"Feng Concubine, you've been holding back for quite a while, the upper part hasn't come out yet, so it turns out that poetry can cause constipation."

Dongfang Qi teased.

Feng Zhan blushed, and he cupped his hands.

"Feng is unwell, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, leaving Mrs. Nanfeng with an embarrassed face, and the two sisters of the Feng family were like gourds whose mouths had been sawn off, unable to utter a word.

Mo Qianqian also had a face of embarrassment, she didn't know that Feng Bailing could really compose poetry.

"It's nothing to do with you, you step back first."

Mrs. Chen Guogong did not expect that it would end like this.

"The eldest grandson of the emperor and the young master Dugu are both great talents, but in terms of poetry, Princess Feng is better, but this one is a comparison of paintings..."

Madam Chen Guogong looked at Feng Bailing, hesitated to speak.

The implication is to let Feng Bailing give a step, so that both Nalan Yu'er and Xiao Junci have a step to go down.

But Feng Bailing didn't agree, she held grudges and fell in love with taking out ladders!
"Then please trouble the regent, and wait outside the princess's mansion at Maoshi tomorrow morning."

Feng Bailing smiled and said unceremoniously.

Xiao Junci's hand trembled, the wine glass in his hand was almost crushed, he wished he could strangle Feng Bailing to death.

"Jin'er, you should learn more from Xiao Jin in the future."

There was still a perfect smile on Nalan Yu'er's delicate face, she pulled Dongfang Jin over and said with a smile.

Dongfang Jin bit her lip, her mouth was filled with the taste of blood, her eyes were poisoned, staring at Dugu Xiaojin who was not far away.

Dugu Xiaojin was holding the painting, and Dugu Yu patted his head, a rare smile appeared on his handsome face.

Seeing that Feng Bailing's mother and son did not make a fool of themselves, Xiao Junci couldn't help but feel depressed.

These Chu people are really boring.

Bad intentions are all hidden in their hearts, and they are always obedient and obedient. He Xiao Junci wants to play tricks, and that is the real means.

He glanced at Madam Nanfeng and Feng Xiangxue beside her.

(End of this chapter)