Tian Hong was a little confident, he didn't think he could be the bosom friend of the last song, but he felt that he should at least be qualified to get a word of evaluation from Miss Feng'er.

Because his poem is well written, and the way he praises Miss Feng'er is unique, maybe any woman will be heartbroken when she sees such praise.

Tian Hong showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, he didn't care about the woman in the gauze tent from beginning to end, he was looking forward to Miss Feng'er's evaluation, and even a little anxious and excited, he pretended to be calm, put on a free and easy look, seemingly calm, but looked at the stage longingly, waiting for the response.

However, things did not go as he imagined, and there was no one on the stage to speak, and there was a pause for a long time. Everyone was waiting for an echo, but Miss Feng'er didn't seem to mean to make a sound.

Tian Hong was a little embarrassed and strange, why there was no response on stage, but at this moment, Hongxia stepped forward, Tian Hong suddenly felt a little relieved, thinking that maybe Miss Fang Cai Feng'er was still tasting her own poem, so there was no response for the time being.

However, things were not what he had thought.

Hongxia stepped forward, quiet around, only to hear her speak: "Next!"

Next...... What does this mean?

Tian Hong was a little nervous, he hadn't understood what was going on, and his eyes were a little inexplicable when he looked at Hongxia. Hongxia didn't look at him, but looked at the people behind him, waiting for the next one to arrive.

"Miss Hongxia, is there anything wrong with Tian's poems? Why doesn't Miss Feng'er have any evaluation of Zaixia? What does it mean to ignore Zai Xia like this?" Tian Hong asked.

Hongxia retracted her gaze and looked at Tian Hong a little indifferently. There is no contempt. There was no anger either. It's bland.

She has seen a lot of people who are eager to behave in front of Miss Feng'er, so it is not strange for Tian Hong to act like this, and there is no difference between him and those ordinary people in the past, so Hongxia's eyes are flat. She knew that such people could not have any chances.

Hongxia said: "I don't have any other intentions, it's just that your poems are not the choice of this last song, so. Next!"

"This ...... However, I haven't listened to Miss Feng'er's evaluation yet!" Tian Hong was a little anxious, then arched his hand and looked up, and said around: "Tian Hong is bold, please give Miss Feng'er a few comments!"

Tian Hong was a little crazy in his heart, he didn't expect that it would be so difficult for a jinshi from a big family to even ask for an evaluation? He was very puzzled, so he simply went straight.

Hongxia looked at Tian Hong, like a beggar asking for food. Asking for alms, but there are some differences. She thought it was ridiculous. At least the beggar really needs it, and he knows the meaning of this almsgiving, and then Tian Hong is not as good as a beggar who asks for food, because he is for that humble and vain heart.

"Lord Feng just said that he wanted to be the judge of a few of them, but he didn't say that he would judge other people's meaning, I think you should be wrong, and your poems have nothing to do with the qin song, who can understand what you mean?" Hongxia said.

"This, in fact, I just want to ......" Tian Hong was a little speechless.

Hongxia continued: "I'll say it again, this is Fengxuan Tower, now it's poetry rhyme, if you don't even follow the rules of Fengxuan Tower, how can you get Lord Feng's attention? I don't think I need to say your poems, everyone can see that your mind is not on this last piano song, so what are you going to do? What are the sisters in my gauze tent?"

There was silence again.

Hongxia's meaning is very clear, now it's poetry rhyme, you don't focus on the qin music, but you want to be in the limelight in front of the Feng'er girl, it's really ridiculous, a person who doesn't respect the qin song, how can you get the favor of the Feng'er girl, this is not to think about.

Tian Hong lowered his head, his eyebrows gradually buried in the shadows, he was a little sad and angry, such a result, he really couldn't accept it, he was a Jinshi, like Jinsha Road, he was going to enter the Hanlin Academy this year, among his peers, he was excellent, even when he was on a pilgrimage, he had praised him.

He felt embarrassed, and thought that he would be appreciated by Miss Feng'er, so that he could show off for many years. However, such a dream has now been shattered, and it turns out that everything is just a fantasy.

He didn't dare to say more here, because this was Fengxuanlou, and what Hongxia said should also be the meaning of Miss Feng'er, he knew that he might not have a chance, and then he turned around silently, and walked back under the many eyes of everyone.

But he didn't leave because of shame, but returned to his seat, Tian Hong suddenly felt that he couldn't leave like this, at least he couldn't be the only one to lose face, he wanted to watch here, look at those people like himself, so that his heart could feel better.

And perhaps, there will be someone who is more unbearable and more humiliating than himself, and it should be that soon, his own matter will disappear. Then his gaze fell on the second floor, the cubicle where Lintian was.

Lintian was still sitting quietly at this time, he didn't know that after Tian Hong's failure, he was looking at himself with a twisted heart, he was thinking about how he could win over the third son of the Wen family and Wang Ming.

This is the first Wenbi he has become a Wenxiu, and he accepted it, although it was very sudden, and he had no preparation, and he seemed to be forced to be helpless, but Lintian had a reason to have to compare, even if his luck might not be enough to support a Wenbi between Wenxiu.

Lintian wants to win, doesn't want to lose, and can't lose.

Since he began to have memories of his past life, after his fate took a turn, he was no longer the stupid and cowardly child he used to be, his personality had changed, and his thinking was different from what he used to be.

He died young in his previous life and suffered a lot in this life, and he knew very well that if he wanted to change his fate in the future, he could not lose! Only by winning all the time could he have the qualifications to continue to move forward and the qualifications to choose the path, and if he lost, he would fall into a passive situation of fate.

He didn't know if this was the fate that God had arranged for him, he had gone early in his previous life, and he might have gone early in this life, but at least now he felt that there was still a chance, if he could defeat the enemies and difficulties in front of him again and again, wouldn't that be the beginning of change?

Now that it has become a cultural repair, the 'battle' of fate. And so it began. And the current Wenbi. It's the beginning!

Lintian no longer paid attention to the things in the audience, and slowly closed his eyes, as if from now on, nothing had anything to do with him, and he began to silently recall the last piano song.

It's very simple to win, and you don't need to wait for Miss Feng'er's judgment to become the bosom friend of the last song, so you will naturally win!

So. Lintian decided to write a poem for the last song and become a bosom friend!

Tian Hong's failure made everyone present realize the fact that no matter what, it is necessary to focus on the rhyme of the qin poem.

It is useless to show affection for Miss Feng'er for no reason, or to praise her best.

Jinshalu glanced at Tian Hong disdainfully, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Hmph." If you are smart, how can Miss Feng'er not see through your courteous approach? If a few words of praise can be noticed. Over the years, you've been known for a long time, how could it be your turn?"

At this time, with Tian Hong's first lead, the people behind began to act, although some of them still had the same idea as Tian Hong, but they still changed to some extent, even if they couldn't get the appreciation of Miss Feng'er, at least they couldn't make her disgusted.

Tian Hong was very unfortunate and became a negative teaching material for everyone behind.

Most of the time passed quickly, and almost all the literati present stepped forward to write poems, except for Jinshalu and the previous few people who had already obtained the place of bosom friends.

Among them, there are also a few talented people, and the literary positions are all scholars, poems into visions, and fame. But unfortunately, no matter how many people stepped forward, there was no response from the gauze tent or Miss Feng'er.

Hongxia stood on the stage, still just the same sentence, "Next!"

After a while, another person wrote a poem, and everyone was waiting for the final miracle, but after a quiet while, Hongxia walked up to the stage again and said indifferently: "Next!"

If it is according to normal times, there will be many people who are unconvinced, after all, the young heroes who come here today are all young and handsome people in the capital, is there no song in Fengxuanlou that can be eye-catching?

But even if she didn't want to, no one came forward to question it, because Miss Feng'er was here, a genuine protégé of the Son of Heaven Academy! And she was on the hunting list, even better than the rumored third prince Jing Yang of Yasukuni.

Such strength and status represent the authority at this time, and 'she' didn't speak, which proves that those people before were indeed unsatisfactory.

After Hongxia finished speaking, all the people stopped moving, and no one stepped forward to write poems, many people were a little disappointed, they thought that they could at least get the evaluation of Miss Feng'er, but no.

So next, the disappointed people, like Tian Hong, transferred all their unhappiness to another place, and focused on the last few people, which was also the excitement that everyone was looking forward to seeing, that is, Wen Yong, Wang Ming and Lintian Wenbi.

They feel that at least the losing side should be very embarrassed, which can make them psychologically balanced, and even forget the loneliness and regret in their hearts. And the direction that most people look at is the location of Lintian, because no matter what angle you look at, it is impossible for a person with such poor luck to win.

Wen Yong stood upstairs with a serious expression, he looked at Lintian who was thinking with his eyes closed, and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

"Hmph, pretending, above the literary cultivation, it's not your talent and luck that you look at, luck is always the criterion for determining strength and weakness, your 'ancestors' have been pressed by our Wen family for decades, can you still turn the sky up without luck? ”

Wen Yong's expression was extremely contemptuous, he was very confident in himself today, not because of his grasp of the qin music, but because his 'luck' was pressing Lintian all the time.

This is a secret, Wen Yong knows, Wen San and Wen Zhi also know.

The ancestral grave of Lintian's family was buried under the Wen family's mound. This seems ridiculous, and it is impossible for anyone to bury the ancestral graves of other families under their own graves, not to mention any explanation, but it sounds awkward, and there is a mourning ethic. But no one knew that the Wen family did this, and it pressed more than one generation.

Although the reason for this is that Wen Yong can't be touched yet, he knows that after Wen Xiu, the number of qi fortunes and lives is connected, and the effect of pressing his ancestral tomb should be slowly revealed.

It can be seen from the fact that he opened up the sea and his luck was almost exhausted, and this was the consequence of his ancestral tomb being suppressed. Wen Liang once told him that although Xiucai lost the exam, after Wen Xiu, Lintian would definitely not be able to move an inch, because Lintian's feng shui fortune was sealed by the Wen family.

To be more precise, it was forcibly suppressed under the ancestral tomb of the Wen family!

Wen Yong straightened up, looked at Wang Ming not far away, and nodded. Although there is some unhappiness between the two, they still have some common thoughts when they face things together.

After nodding their heads, they both turned and went downstairs at the same time, walking towards the stage. Wen San and Wen Zhi naturally followed Wen Yong, very proud, this feeling of attracting attention made them feel very good.

Not long after, under everyone's eyes, Wen Yong and Wang Ming came to the front of the stage.

Wang Ming is already well-known in the capital, so many people know him, but Wen Yong doesn't know much, only a few people can recognize that he is the top three in this year's Cangzhou Xiucai test, and he is quite talented.

I don't know if it's because of luck after the luck, Wen Yong's state and demeanor are different from before, even Wen San and Wen Zhi have changed, no longer like before, the three of them feel very respectful and polite, generous, and elegant.

And after Wen Yong went downstairs, he put away his previous cruel and disdainful expression, smiling, and the spring breeze was blowing.

gives people the feeling that Wen Yong is a gentle and elegant talent, which is very different from the feeling when Fang Cai was humiliated to the sky.

The world is like this, sometimes it is strange, when people make choices and evaluations, they tend to tend to the strong or advantageous side, although it does not represent all, but most people, are like this, or, after people are hit by the heart, they like to choose a group that is more vulnerable than themselves, to fight and criticize.

Therefore, when everyone was unhappy that they could not get the approval of Miss Feng'er or even the women in the yarn tent, they chose to support Wen Yong and Wang Ming.

Because they feel that Lintian's luck is thin, there is no future, no strength, although they have made national fortune poems, but in the world of literary cultivation, luck determines everything, so Lintian is weak.

How could such a weak man make him inferior to himself? If he wins, won't he even be as good as him? And Miss Feng'er will come out to judge their competition.

No matter how you think about it, everyone thinks that such a thing, whether you win or lose, is worth it, because Miss Feng'er will pay attention and judge. That's a lot of luck!

Lintian, a person with thin luck, a person from a poor grassroots background, can have such luck, whether intentionally or not, it is unpleasant.

So most people made a choice at this time, and when Wen Yong came to the stage, many people came forward to say hello, although they didn't know each other, but the meaning was very clear. (To be continued.) )