I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

"Is this true? Is Cha trying to climb up the social ladder?"

"Oh~ That's not necessarily true. Our Duke Qi is not someone who will suffer any loss. Who knows how much benefit he can get from the Cha family~"

"That makes sense. Tsk~ How abominable! This Wen Renfeng is clearly an unlettered man with no talent for poetry, yet he can...ah..."

Soon, Wen Renfeng finished the poem.

But he seemed to have heard something, and turned his head to look at the man who was whispering a little closer to him. His beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears, and he said aggrievedly,

"Sir, I haven't written a poem yet, why do you want to slander and belittle me like this~~ I just want to write a poem to Sister Xiaoyue to the best of my ability, wuwu~ I really didn't think so much~"

Mu Nanfeng was upstairs preparing to drink some water, but when he heard this, he just plopped down and the water splashed all over his clothes.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Cha Yanyue was also surprised.

"fine..."

Mu Nanfeng waved his hand, "Small problems, all small problems..."

He has broadened his horizons. It can only be said that this is indeed a world where women are dominant.

Wen Renfeng's words instantly ignited the anger of the women in the room, and they all glared at the man who was talking about Xiaofeng behind her back.

Seeing the man's appearance, the women understood what he looked like. One of them sneered, "Ugly people are more likely to do weird things!"

The man's face flushed, and he was so angry that he sneered without thinking about the consequences:

"Did I say anything wrong? Wen Renfeng has been naughty since he was young and doesn't like school. His reputation as an idiot in poetry is known throughout Changjing!"

The women were speechless.

What the man said was indeed true.

"enough!"

Cha Mei'er scolded coldly: "Whether it is a rumor or not, you will know it after listening to it. Moreover, Master Wenren came to celebrate my daughter's birthday. It is enough for him to show his kindness. How important is his poetic talent?

If some people really want to cause trouble in my Cha family, I, Cha Meier, will not be easily provoked!"

Everyone fell silent, not daring to speak any more.

But he couldn't help but complain in his heart that Cha Meir was indeed a businesswoman and no one could match her thick-skinnedness.

Shang Linyan, who had written a poem before, obviously did not believe Cha Meir's words and was ready to wait and see Wen Renfeng make a fool of himself.

Wen Renfeng bit her lip and blamed herself:

"Aunt Cha, don't be angry. It's all Xiaofeng's fault. If Xiaofeng hadn't said that, she wouldn't have disturbed your mood."

"Xiao Feng, you are right. Come on, isn't the poem ready? Let's start."

Wen Renfeng nodded vigorously, looked towards the third floor, his eyes full of emotion, and his voice was very gentle.

"Sister Xiaoyue, since we parted at Shoushan last year, Xiaofeng has always wanted to write a poem for you. Unfortunately, Xiaofeng is stupid and it took me a year to write this poem. I hope you won't dislike it."

She became more and more embarrassed as she spoke, her voice hushed as she chanted:

"The beauty is relaxed and at ease,

The black skirt flutters in the wind.

Looking back at the glory left behind,

Long smile, breath like orchid."

As soon as this poem came out, the whole room was silent.

Shang Linyan's face also changed. This poem was indeed far superior to his.

The people outside were also talking about it.

Perhaps this poem cannot be called a famous poem throughout the ages, but it is definitely not bad.

Even some so-called poets may not be able to write such quatrains.

The man before also had a red face and looked incredulous.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay!"

Duke Qi laughed heartily: "As expected of my son, he has great poetic talent. What do you think, Lord Shanglin?"

The expression of the Shanglin Sect Leader was slightly gloomy, but this was actually within her expectations.

This poem must have been bought by the Duke of Qi from some great poet at a great price.

"It was the dog who lost."

The head of the Shanglin clan was not going to say anything more, so he simply admitted defeat: "Young Master Wenren is very talented, Duke Qi is so lucky."

Wen Renfeng stood shyly in the middle of the field, accepting praise from the elders.

But when she lowered her head, the corners of her lips curled up in contempt, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

However, this expression only flashed by, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Cha Meier stood up slowly and said with a chuckle:

"Well, since everyone has no objection to this result, then I declare that the son of Duke Qi, Wen Renfeng, will be the fiancé of my daughter Cha Yanyue."

Everyone was in an uproar.

But at this moment, a soft voice sounded:

"and many more."

Everyone fell silent, realizing that it was Cha Yanyue who was speaking on the third floor.

"Mother, the young man next to me also wants to compose a poem."

Cha Yanyue and Mu Nanfeng have already walked to the window.

Only then could everyone clearly see the dark shadows of the two people reflected in the window.

Duke Qi couldn't help but frowned: "Master Cha, who is this?"

"..."

Cha Meier narrowed her eyes slightly, chuckled and explained:

"He is just a martial artist who is old acquaintance of my daughter. Don't bother with him."

"Oh." Duke Qi nodded, stood up, and said casually:

"Then don't waste everyone's time. Let the Cha family decide the date for the marriage proposal. I have to go to the palace to meet the emperor now, so I'll take my leave now."

Having said that, she stood up and walked out.

......

9. My dear brother, you are so awesome!

"Then, I declare that the son of Duke Qi, Wen Renfeng, will be the fiancé of my daughter Cha Yanyue."

Mu Nanfeng listened to Cha Meir's announcement below, and glanced at the girl next to him who was increasingly showing an ugly expression.

Be a thief if you want to be a thief. For the sake of shame, let's try an awkward game. He pondered for a moment and said,

"I have a poem I can give you." Mu Nanfeng thought of two poems. The first one was Qingping Diao, but this poem was not very suitable for this scene, and... it was not classic enough.

However, according to his many years of experience in copying poems and online articles, there is a poem that is just right for this scene, and it is also very typical and awkward enough. It also happened that Tushan Cha came from Beiqinzhou, Daxia, which belongs to the north, so this poem is just right.

"What?" Cha Yanyue turned her head in surprise.

"Do you want it or not? If not, forget it. After all, I don't like to be too conspicuous."

"Yes, yes, give it to me!"

Cha Yanyue exclaimed in surprise, and her eyebrows were curved with smile again.

However, he suddenly paused, looking suspicious: "But, can you... do it?"

"..."

Men, can't say... No!

"Do not worry."

Mu Nanfeng gave an affirmative answer. After all, he had a good impression of Cha Yanyue, so of course he would help if he could.

Moreover, you can earn shame points by copying poems to show off!

This is a new way of earning shame points that Mu Nanfeng discovered - showing off!

Although for a otaku like him, standing in the spotlight is still uncomfortable and embarrassing.

But it is much simpler than pretending to be white lotus or green tea, and it is much easier to accept.

Seeing that Mu Nanfeng was confident, Cha Yanyue chose to believe him. After all, he was the emperor of a country and his talent in poetry must be good.

"and many more."

"Mother, the young man next to me also wants to compose a poem."

As soon as she said this, there was a lot of discussion on the second floor.

But Cha Meir and Duke Qi ignored her and prepared to end the birthday banquet.

Cha Yanyue couldn't help but frown, feeling helpless. Her mother didn't even give her a chance, which was a problem.

Mu Nanfeng took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally to show off in front of others, and then took a step forward.

He patted Cha Yanyue's shoulder and comforted her, "Let me do it."

After saying that, he looked at Cha Meier downstairs and said in a deep voice:

"Master Cha, I know you look down on a country boy like me and are unwilling to accept my gift of poems to your daughter. I will not humiliate myself. When my aunt comes to pick me up tomorrow, I will ask her to fulfill her promise and give those swords to Master Cha."

Everyone was confused, but Cha Meir understood.

Mu Nanfeng meant that if you are not allowed to present poems, then you will have to wait for the Holy Kingdom and the Cha family to draw swords against each other!

Cha Meir didn't know about the hatred between Mu Nanfeng and the Princess of Shengguo, and she thought that Shengguo came to Changjing to save him.

So she didn't dare to offend Mu Nanfeng now. If she made enemies with the Holy Kingdom, it would be a loss.

"My little nephew Lin Nan, you are joking. How could your aunt look down on you?"

Cha Mei'er smiled and said in a sweet voice, "But this poetry gathering has ended. If you still want to participate, you have to listen to Xiaofeng's wishes."

"Xiao Feng, what do you think?"

Wen Renfeng didn't expect that something unexpected would happen, but it didn't matter, everything was under his control.

Cha Yanyue is destined to be his! Thinking of this, he still had an innocent look on his face, his big eyes fluttering like a little deer, and he said softly:

"Xiao, Xiaofeng will listen to Sister Xiaoyue~"

"Then let's continue this poetry meeting." Cha Meir said.

After a while, in the room on the third floor, writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone appeared out of thin air in front of the window and fell into Mu Nanfeng's hands.

Cha Meir sat down again with a smile on her face, but in her heart she cursed Mu Nanfeng eight hundred times.

How dare you threaten her?

It seems that His Majesty the Emperor has not yet realized that he is a prisoner!

When she thought of this, she felt itchy and really wanted to humiliate this man later...

When Mu Nanfeng wrote the poem, everyone fell into heated discussion again.

"Who is this Lin Nan?"

"never heard of that."

"I heard from Master Cha that he is just a martial artist?"

"A Wusheng writing poetry? Haha, apart from anything else, this boy is really brave!"

"In fact, in my opinion, this martial artist might be quite capable, but it is impossible for him to be better than Wen Renfeng."

"Hehe, in my opinion, even if you write a good poem, what does it matter? The final judgment is still up to Cha Mei'er."

"Then it seems that there is no point. This kid is probably going to bring shame upon himself."

"Go away, go away."