When Wang Wenjing recited the whole poem, in the second floor of the Chunlai Pavilion, I could only hear some people talking about wine in the Xingtan Garden outside the window, some people laughing loudly, and some people commenting on the wonderful singing and dancing performances on the stage.

On the second floor of the Chunlai Pavilion, it is diametrically opposed to this lively and extraordinary scene, there is silence, as if the time of water is still at this moment, and everyone's expressions are frozen at this time, there are shock, confusion, intoxication, sadness, and joy......

I don't know how long later, when a wisp of cold wind poured into the window, it suddenly blew the rice paper on the table that was watched by everyone, and the paper was light and thin and immediately flew into the wind!

"Uh-huh......!"

Suddenly, the originally sluggish crowd shot at the same time at this moment, and more than a dozen hands carefully and quickly held the rice paper, like a treasure, for fear that it would go away with the wind and disappear!

"Good...... Good...... Good!"

Wang Wenjing, who was originally speechless, stroked his long beard at this moment, and the whole person shouted three good words in a row!

He looked excited and excited, just like a young man who saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and his heart was surging and difficult to calm down!

"Such a poem is simply rare in the world, and it is really a peerless work!" Wang Wenjing sighed from the bottom of his heart!

"Hey...... It is indeed a peerless work, and it is the first time in my life that I have seen such a word that makes me feel uneasy!"

Beichen Jun Taishou twisted his beard with his hands, but he was teary-eyed, and said with some choked up: "Such a good word, it is really touching, the old man can witness the birth of this word in this life, it is really in vain in this life!"

Even Xiang Lingtian, who had always been calm and composed, had stood up at this moment, and the latter looked at the poem that was placed opposite, unable to hide the shock in his heart.

"This person is brilliant, and he is the best!" Xiang Lingtian only made the following short eight-character evaluation!

And his evaluation, even if Wang Wenjing and other Confucians with extremely high literary vision and arrogant literati were not able to refute at this moment, but secretly thought in their hearts, is this humanistic talent really just the best in the country, is there anyone in the entire Tianxuan Continent who can surpass this person?

Compared with the shock and admiration of Wang Wenjing and others, the crown prince Xiang Qian and the princess Xiang Fei'er, as well as the two brothers Xiang Jinglei and Xiang Jinghong, are already completely unable to interject.

Pheasant Phoenix Princess Xiang Fei'er, although it was the first time she heard this poem, her love for this poem in her heart had reached an indescribable level.

She was not too shocked on the surface, but in fact, she was deeply moved by the wonderful artistic conception of this poem and the beautiful fairyland-like scene, the latter quietly memorized the poem quickly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "A person who can make such a peerless poem must be a first-class talent in the world!"

At this moment, only the Taishou of Dongling County finally fell to the ground after seeing everyone's shocked and inexplicable reactions, and said secretly: "I just said that this word is well written, you still don't believe it, it seems that the old man is also discerning!"

"By the way, who wrote this poem!" Wang Wenjing suddenly thought of a question, who wrote such a peerless work!

Because of this moonlit night poem, I am worried that everyone will have a relationship with the person who wrote the poem, or because of the identity of the poet, which will lead to a deviation in the appreciation of the poem.

So everyone's psalm has their name written on the back of rice paper, and everyone doesn't see the author of this poem at this moment!

Hearing Wang Wenjing's question, everyone was stunned, yes, what kind of genius did such a peerless work, this is what everyone wants to know the most.

When the Taishou of Tanglin County heard this, he immediately reached out to look at the money behind the rice paper, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was held down by the Taishou of Xiliang County on the side, who looked at the Taishou of Xiliang County with some puzzlement, and didn't understand why he stopped himself from looking at it.

Meng Yuezhang, the Taishou of Xiliang County, pointed at him, Wang Xiangguo, who was staring and contemplating, and Xiang Lingtian, who was side by side, signaled that the two were still pondering, and the Taishou of Tanglin County hurriedly withdrew his hand and stopped making a sound.

At this moment, Wang Wenjing was frowning and thinking hard, guessing who the lyricist was, and muttering to himself while thinking about him.

"Regardless of the level of this poem, it is unprecedented, but it is said that this person's calligraphy attainments have reached the peak of the realm, and the literary predecessors of our entire Fengyun country, even if they add rising stars, I am afraid that there are no more than three people who can reach this realm!"

"However, I have seen the fonts of these three people, and they do not resemble this person, the latter is obviously a calligraphy master of his own school, could it be that an unborn predecessor in the literary world made a move?"

Wang Wenjing was almost hollowing out his mind at the moment, the famous names in the literary world that have appeared in Fengyun Country in the past few decades, everyone is Confucian, but no one is the right one for the person in front of him.

Unable to think of any correlation from calligraphy, Wang Wenjing began to think about the style and penmanship of this poem, as well as the artistic conception and thoughts and emotions of the word, however, even if he was able to memorize the entire National Education College of 100 poems, he did not find a poem that could be compared, or even similar.

For a while, Wang Wenjing was really out of line.

"Isn't this poem made by a person from my country, why have I never seen such an amazing calligraphy and such a graceful and atmospheric style of words? ”

Even Xiang Lingtian couldn't hide the surprise in his heart, and said to the Taishou of Tanglin County: "Let's see who is writing this person, so that we can invite him in and drink at the same table as me!"

As soon as Xiang Lingtian spoke, the Dongjun Taishou immediately stretched out his big hand, which he couldn't wait, to see who this person was.

At this moment, even Xiang Jinglei, Xiang Jinghong, and the crown prince Xiang Qian surrounded them regardless of their identities, and Wang Wenjing, the left minister, even reached out to grab the shoulders of the two county guards, stretched out his head with his feet, and went to see the name of the lyricist!

Only Xiang Lingtian was hindered by his identity, and Xiang Fei'er was from his daughter's family, so he sat opposite and waited eagerly for everyone to say his name.

Tanglin County Taishou cautiously reached out to hold the rice paper, gently turned it over a corner, and finally slowly revealed the lower right corner.

"Deputy City Lord of Qin Feng City!"

"Well......" As soon as they read these three words, everyone was stunned, this city doesn't seem to have heard much, this person is still a deputy city lord, is it an official of my Fengyun country?

Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, and continued to look down, and when they saw the two-character name of the signature, everyone's eyes widened, and their jaws almost didn't fall to the ground!

Wang Wenjing directly slipped his hand, and his chin hit the back of the head of the Taishou of Tanglin County, and the painful latter pressed his head with an "ouch!" sound, and Wang Wenjing also covered his chin in pain.

However, it was still impossible to take their eyes off the rice paper, and everyone stared at the name as if they were fascinated, even more shocked than when they had seen the psalms before.

Xiang Lingtian and Xiang Fei'er were the only two people who didn't see that name, and when they saw the expressions of these people, they were secretly wondering in their hearts, could it be that amazing big man who shocked everyone into this appearance.

At this time, the first person to speak was none other than Xiang Lingtian's eldest son, Xiang Jinglei, who stared at a pair of copper bells with big eyes and said with a look of disbelief.

"How...... How could it be, how could it be this bastard boy!"

"Huh?" Xiang Lingtian was stunned when he heard this, and asked with some surprise: "Thunder, who is the author of this word?"

"Yes...... Is it ......" Xiang Jinglei hesitated for a moment and said: "Father, what is the payment on this...... It's the third brother's!"

"What!"

Xiang Lingtian, who had been the most calm from beginning to end, without any gaffes, the solid wood chair that was originally placed behind him at this moment actually turned into a puff of powder with the flow of qi on Xiang Lingtian's body!

If it weren't for the latter's timely retraction of the gas engine, I'm afraid the entire banquet would have turned into a handful of ashes.

"Are you saying that this poem was written by Xiang Yun?"

Xiang Lingtian forced his gaze at Xiang Jinglei, and the latter's gaze saw Xiang Jinglei's body stiffen unconsciously, as if he was firmly locked in his body by an invisible force, and his whole body was unable to move.

"Yes...... Yes. Xiang Jinglei replied.

When Xiang Lingtian heard this, his eyes turned and looked at the guards who had a dull expression like a ghost, as well as Wang Wenjing, the left minister whose eyes were about to pop out and his mouth had grown.

The latter immediately knew that what Xiang Jinglei said was true, and the signing of this poem was really Xiang Yun.

"This ...... Is this poem really written by Xiao Shizi?" Even Wan Bing, a martial artist who is not very proficient in writing and ink, was staring at the moment with round eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Could it be that the prince of the world still has such literary talents? Several Taishou looked at each other one by one, and their faces were also wonderful.

"Impossible! absolutely impossible!" said Zuo Xiang Wang Wenjing with a resolute expression, obviously never believing that Xiang Yun could make such a poem.

"Such a peerless masterpiece, even if it is not written by any unborn predecessor, it must be a peerless genius in the literary world! Like Xiao Shi......zi, Wang Wenjing is thinking about how it is possible for a person like Xiang Yun to write such a poem because he is insulting and has no ink on his chest.

However, when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought that this was the palace side by side, Xiang Lingtian was still standing in front of him, Wang Wenjing immediately stopped his mouth, coughed dryly twice, and continued,

"A young man like Xiao Shizi, although he is smart, but it may be too difficult to make such poems, and just talking about this calligraphy attainment, it is impossible for Xiao Shizi to achieve. ”

Wang Wenjing is right, no one here believes that this peerless poem will be made by the young man who 'sent copper coins for thousands of miles and has gold ingots' just now, how can this be impossible!

As soon as Xiang Fei'er heard that the person who wrote the lyrics was actually Xiang Yun, her pair of phoenix eyes were also instantly stunned, and when she thought of the young man who climbed onto her bed naked, the latter felt a huge killing intent surging into her heart, and she wanted to cut this person with a thousand knives.

"Impossible, this person will never write such beautiful verses!" Xiang Fei'er said to herself categorically!

In her opinion, a person who can write such a dusty peerless sentence, even if he is not a son of a beautiful family dressed in white like snow, should be a hermit master with clean sleeves and extraordinary qualifications, how can he be such a lewd young master!

For a while, everyone was faced with this peerless poem that amazed the audience, and no one thought that this would be the lyrics made by Xiang Yun, the son of the little world!

"Could it be another person named Xiang Yun?" Wang Wenjing couldn't help but guess.

"Huh......" When everyone heard this, they all felt that there was such a possibility, after all, there are not a few people with the same name in the world, maybe this Xiang Yun is a big talent with the same name and surname as Xiao Shizi!

At this time, Xiang Jinghong opened his mouth and said, "But there is only one deputy city lord of Qin Feng City." ”

"Uh......"

For a while, everyone was stunned again!

"That's right, Xiang Yun may have a lot of them, but there is only one deputy city lord of Qin Feng City. "They are avoiding the important and ignoring such a crucial issue!

"Father, the third brother is the deputy city lord of Qin Feng City that you personally sealed. Xiang Jinghong looked at Xiang Lingtian again and reminded.

"This ......" For a while, Xiang Lingtian was stunned, and he also remembered that three years ago, he personally demoted Xiang Yun on the stretcher to Qin Feng City in the northwest border pass, and named him a small border city, the deputy city lord of Qin Feng City......