Liu Fang made three consecutive attempts, but Han Feng easily captured them all.

Even in the end, he had evil intentions and wanted to slander Han Feng, but he was scolded by the other party instead. It can be said that he lost his face.

Liu Fang was ashamed and angry at the same time, but he finally knew.

The Han Feng in front of him was indeed proficient in the art of couplets. With his own skills, he couldn't defeat the opponent at all. If he continued to compete, he would only be humiliating himself.

Looking helplessly at Wu Zhenghao, Liu Fang looked ashamed.

"Young Master, this old man is... incompetent and has embarrassed you."

Seeing Liu Fang completely defeated and Han Feng showing off, Wu Zhenghao was already so angry that the Three Corpses Gods jumped into rage.

He glared at Liu Fang with a cannibalistic look, then looked at Han Feng and said coldly.

"Master Han, you are indeed very talented in literature. He was able to defeat the slaves in my house."

Han Feng ignored Wu Zhenghao's hidden derogatory remarks and smiled lightly.

"It's easy to talk. Since Master Wu has admitted defeat, let's settle the account quickly."

When Wu Zhenghao heard this, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

He is not the young head of the family like Zhao Weinan. As the second son of the family head born from the second wife, the monthly money he can get is only about a thousand gold coins.

Even he would have to save ten thousand gold coins for more than half a year.

How can we not feel heartbroken if we just export a gambling game at this moment?

Although he felt a little regretful in his heart, at this moment in front of countless talented people and beauties in Bailong County, not to mention that Miss Mu in the wing was watching all this, Wu Zhenghao naturally could not break his promise.

He glanced at Han Feng secretly and resentfully, and finally had no choice but to take out ten gold tickets worth thousands of gold.

Wu Zhenghao handed it to Han Feng with great pain, but he still pretended not to care.

However, Han Feng didn't care about Wu Zhenghao's secretly threatening gaze. Instead, he shook the golden ticket in his hand and sighed.

"Hey...it's rare to find a good person these days who rushes to give money and flowers to others. Wu Shaozhen is the most charitable person in Bailong County. Next time something good like this happens, remember to call Han."

"you……"

Wu Zhenghao almost wanted to crush his teeth, but he couldn't, so he could only swear secretly in his heart.

From now on, we must let Han Feng repay him a thousand times a hundred times.

Wu Zhenghao, who suppressed the anger in his heart and felt that he had lost all face, was about to call his superiors and leave.

Liu Fang on the side reminded him.

"Master, the rule for Miss Mu to recruit guests today is that she has to make three second couplets within one stick of incense.

Now that the young master has met Miss Mu's requirements, I'm afraid the identity of this guest is still uncertain."

As soon as Liu Fang said these words, Wu Zhenghao's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he remembered that today's competition was not about whose second line was better.

As long as they meet the requirements, they are qualified to become Mu Qianxun's guest. Why should I give up to Han Feng, a loser?

Besides, these ten thousand gold coins cannot be wasted.

For a moment, Wu Zhenghao's gaze at Liu Fang softened slightly.

Turning his head to look at the wing opposite, Wu Zhenghao said loudly.

"Miss Mu, now that the three of us have made the second couplet, I wonder how the girl plans to choose?"

Wu Zhenghao has great self-confidence in his heart. Compared with Li Heng below, who is a mere judge, and Han Feng, a loser of the Han family.

My noble status as the second young master of the Wu family, no matter how you look at it, has absolute advantages.

Wu Zhenghao's words also reminded everyone.

Now there are three people who have played the second line, although Han Feng's second line is obviously better than the other two.

But there were no relevant regulations before, so all three were eligible.

Faced with everyone's doubts, the two maids presiding over the attic were also unable to make a decision.

At this time, in the side room, a beautiful woman in a red dress walked out from behind the screen.

Many people know this woman, she is Mu Qianxun's personal maid "Xiao Lan".

Xiaolan walked directly to the fence and faced Han Feng. Wu Zhenghao and Li Heng saluted.

"Three young masters, Sister Mu can only choose one guest, so she decided to choose one from the three.

She hopes that the three young masters can each write a sentence or a poem. Whoever's content can impress Sister Mu will be chosen by her, and the time is limited to half a stick of incense."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhenghao and Li Heng's eyes lit up.

As expected, there is still hope for what happened today.

But Han Feng glanced at the wing opposite and thought to himself.

This woman is quite good at making lies, no wonder she has so many fans.

However, for the sake of his own perfume business, Han Feng did his part as the guest of honor today.

Immediately, a boy in the pavilion once again presented pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the three of them.

Wu Zhenghao and Li Heng were both writing and meditating, as if they were trying hard to come up with the love poems that could best touch the hearts of beautiful women.

Of course, Wu Zhenghao was just acting like a show.

Liu Fang now stood beside him again, thinking hard for him.

However, Han Feng was not in a hurry at all. He picked up a cup of tea and began to taste it leisurely.

Seeing Han Feng's comfortable look, Zhao Weinan on the side became anxious and urged.

"Brother Han, think about it quickly, how can you impress Miss Mu?

With the talent you just showed in the couplets, Miss Mu might favor you more, so seize the opportunity!"

Han Feng looked at Zhao Weinan in surprise.

"Brother Zhao, if I become Miss Mu's guest, won't you be jealous?"

Zhao Weinan said with a complicated expression.

"Brother Han, I know how much I weigh, but even if I don't get Miss Mu, I can't let Wu Zhenghao's grandson succeed."

Having said this, he grabbed Han Feng's arm and said excitedly.

"Brother Han, even if it is for my brother and me, you must be Miss Mu's guest. Take a look at Miss Mu's true face for me, and Zhao will be satisfied."

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Weinan sympathetically.

It is really sad that at such a young age, he has taken on the important task of being a "spare tire" so early.

While the two were having a conversation, Qin Yujiao on the side raised her lips and snorted coldly.

"Huh, she's just a prostitute, but you can't live forever just by seeing her.

Han Feng, if you want to see a beauty, why don't I take you back to see my sister, who is appointed to be a hundred times more beautiful than this woman."

"Ahem..."

When Han Feng heard this, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth and choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Forget it...forget it, thank you Miss Qin Er for your kindness. Han takes it very seriously."

Han Feng still remembered that the original owner of his body was beaten to death by Qin Yujiao's sister.

Such a strong and violent woman was as beautiful as a fairy. Han Feng didn't want to take another look at her. He hadn't lived enough yet.

While the three of them were talking, most of the incense in the incense burner had burned.

Wu Zhenghao and Li Heng had already started writing and wrote what they considered to be the most literary and the most touching sentences.

Seeing that the time limit was approaching, both of them had put away their papers and sealed the papers. Wu Zhenghao once again looked at Han Feng provocatively, and Zhao Weinan also looked at Han Feng expectantly.

Han Feng finally stood up, dipped his pen in ink, and moved it casually on the white paper.

But after just a cup of tea, Han Feng put away his pen and sealed the paper, sending the paper towards the boy beside him.

"take it."

"Well……"

This scene made everyone present feel dumbfounded.

Even if you just write a random sentence, it should take you a while.

Han Feng only wrote a few words, probably no more than ten words at most. Can he write words that touch people's hearts?

Everyone was inexplicably surprised, but Zhao Weinan, who was the only one standing next to Han Feng and clearly seeing what he wrote, was even more stunned, with an extremely complicated expression.

Han Feng reached out and patted the boy, who was also in a daze, and handed him another gold coin.

"The voice just now was very loud and worthy of praise. Please send this over too."

The young man took the gold coin, his face suddenly showed excitement, and he quickly ran errands for Han Feng.

Immediately, Han Feng returned to his seat confidently and continued to sip tea.
To be continued...