At this time, in the gauze tent, Miss Feng'er was sitting with her eyebrows lowered, calm and peaceful.

For the outside world, in fact, she didn't care too much, even the conversation between Fang Cai Wenyong and Lintian, she didn't seem to hear it, just sat there quietly.

Although not everyone has seen Miss Feng'er, at this moment, if anyone can walk into this gauze tent, no matter who will recognize her.

should be a beautiful and delicate woman, but for some reason, her aura is so noble and extraordinary, and even his frowning appearance is so eye-catching.

The delicate phoenix hairpin pendant shook gently, shining, and in the golden fluorescence, she was even more beautiful and moving, but in her calm eyes, she revealed a few different emotions.

I don't know how long it has been since I played the piano in front of everyone, and since I entered the Son of Heaven Academy, it seems that I haven't played it in front of everyone.

The woman thought for a moment, and slowly picked up the slender white jade hand and gently stroked it on the strings. looked at the guqin with pity, as if taking care of a child.

This is her favorite way to meditate, and it may be that only by touching the piano can she feel some comfort and touch her heart.

The world-famous 'Qin Sage disciple', almost all people only know her name, she is a talented Qin Dao Wenxiu, she is the owner of Fengxuan Mansion who is alluring the country and the city, she is the pride of the Great Xuanguo, ranking third in the 'Hunting Country List', the protégé of the Son of Heaven Academy.

But no one knows that such a high place has an unknown loneliness.

Talent makes her different from others, even higher than others. I don't know when it started. There are very few people who can really touch her inner thoughts.

Even in the Academy of the Son of Heaven. Although the senior brothers in it are all extremely talented, to some extent, they still can't know her thoughts.

After Qin Shengyun left, she received an invitation from the Dongzhou Holy Academy, the third place on the hunting country list, and also the evaluation of the Holy Academy, which was almost everyone's dream, but she refused.

She's a very strong woman. She doesn't know where she came from, but since she can remember, she has been following the Qin Sage, she only knows that she can't embarrass her master, this may be the character she was born with, under the beautiful appearance, but she has a strong mentality of not admitting defeat.

She knew that if she went to the Dongzhou Holy Courtyard now, she might not be able to truly go to the path of the strong. The top three on the hunting list are just talents. It doesn't mean anything, she may soon be chased by Jing Yang or the people behind her, so her goal is to enter the 'Meritorious List' before going to the Dongzhou Holy Academy.

However, no one will be able to understand a person who is always standing alone on a high place, so she has not reached the 'merit list' so far.

It's not that she doesn't have enough talent, nor is it the reason of the outside world, only those who practice the way of music and rhythm can understand that the main reason why she hasn't gone to the Dongzhou Holy Courtyard for a long time is because her 'door of state of mind' has not yet opened.

To put it more cliché, she hasn't found her 'bosom friend' yet.

The piano is the door of the sound, only those who know the sound, open it, say it, in order to solve the confusion of the heart, and naturally become the Tao!

This is the necessary process of Qin Dao literary cultivation, their broken mirror, different from the literati, what they need is to have a true bosom friend, who can understand the mind, so as to achieve the realm.

Feng'er girl's pursuit has thousands of admirers, but a bosom friend is hard to find, and the way of music and rhythm, the reason why talent is so needed, another reason is that bosom friends are difficult to meet.

At that time, the realm of the qin saint was only half a foot into the feng shui realm of the qin road, until one year, he went to the side of the plug, it is said that he met a bosom friend, can understand his real name to understand the heart of his qin song, and finally the qin saint once had an epiphany, broke through the heart door, is to step into the feng shui realm, become a saint.

And the song he played at that time was the song "Fengmingxuan" of Fengxuan Lou today!

Miss Feng'er is like this, although she is not as profound as Qin Sheng, but because of her high talent, her state of mind is more difficult than anyone else, coupled with her status and impression in people's hearts, over the years, she has not even dared to sit down and listen or interpret the meaning of Qin.

That's why she's lonely and what she's looking for.

Not long ago, a national fortune poem in the capital came to her ears, although it was only written by a person who was not a talented person, but for some reason, every time she read this poem, she had a magnificent heroic feeling.

She faintly felt that breaking through the door of her state of mind should not be far from the day when she went to Dongzhou Holy Academy.

The emperor's feast was the day after tomorrow, she decided to return to Fengxuan Tower in advance, it seemed that intentionally or unintentionally, she actually participated in the poetry rhyme, and decided to step forward to play a piano song, for some reason, she always felt that there might be unexpected surprises.

Fate is a difficult thing to say, luck is so difficult to grasp, let alone fate, but if you are lucky, accidents will always be rewarded.

Miss Feng'er stopped the jade hand of the qin, slowly raised her delicate face, looked upstairs slightly through the gauze tent, and there was a bit of expectation in her eyes.

"It's all poems like people, today it's to see if this is the case, the poems are written very freely, but I don't know, whether it's really so heart to the sky, the mirror stops the water. ”

"What will you do next? Wait for my judgment or not go with the flow? Hope not to disappoint me......"

No one knew that the woman in the gauze tent was Miss Feng'er, and it was impossible for anyone to know what she was thinking now, and everyone was looking at Wen Yong with anticrative expectations at the moment.

Because at this time, he had already lifted the ink pen and was engrossed in writing.

He only wrote a few lines of poetry, and the rich ink fragrance had already penetrated all over Fengxuan Tower, and a coercion of luck and vision gradually formed.

Although Wen Yong has not yet reached Jinshi, he can't use the power of luck to exert the ability of poetry, but he can still do it just by using the luck in the sea and putting it on top of the poems.

At this time he was all around. A golden glow gradually flashed. Handwriting on rice paper. There were fluctuations in the beginning.

When a person's poems are attached to the luck, they are no longer ordinary poems, and through the power of Wen Yong's own luck, they can be connected to the luck between heaven and earth and resonate.

Everyone present has already felt that Wen Yong's poem is probably not simple, looking at his momentum and the coercion of luck. There is even a taste of Zhenguo.

"Look at the coercion of this luck, could it be a poem of national fortune?"

"Just looking at the momentum of the first two sentences, it seems that it is possible to become a town in poetry!"

"I really can't imagine it, this Wen Yong really has two times, if he can really write a poem about the national fortune of Zhenguo, then it will be a win!"

"Well, that's right, but the momentum of the first two sentences is too strong, I just don't know how he will respond later, if he really catches it well. That should be a poem into a national fortune, if it is not connected. It doesn't matter, even if it can't resonate with the fortunes of the country, just by virtue of the degree of luck, it should be a steady win. ”

"But then again, I'm really looking forward to it, if Brother Wenyong becomes a national fortune poem, then how should we, a poor national fortune poem, deal with ourselves! ”

This is obviously a joke, but it is something that everyone wants to see, Lintian once became a national fortune, and even entered the "Great Xuan Classics", a little scenery.

Now his literary rival has also made a national fortune poem, and he has defeated him with this national fortune poem, people really want to see what kind of embarrassing demeanor Lintian will be at that time.

This is what everyone wants to see, as if the poem was written by themselves, because in any case, they want to confirm the idea in their hearts, that is, those who are from poor families cannot surpass the children of the official eunuchs, which is the 'distorted dignity' in their hearts.

Jinshalu stood upstairs, looked down, looked at Wen Yong's eyes, and gradually narrowed slightly.

Junyi's face seemed to be a little surprised. He is in the army, because of Lintian's song "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang", so his view of Lintian is different from everyone else, which is a special case.

It's just that he never thought that Wen Yong, who was a little disdainful before, would have such talent.

Jinshalu just felt that he might have underestimated Wen Yong, his ability and talent should not be weak, and he should even be able to surpass Wang Ming, otherwise he would not have written the first two lines of such powerful verses.

However, Jinshalu just underestimated Wen Yong, on the other hand, he still felt that he did not 'missee' Wen Yong!

He has always felt that Wen Yong is not decent enough, he has no morality, maybe he has lived in the military camp for a long time, and it is easier to distinguish the aura of people in the world.

Thinking of this time, he couldn't help but feel that the current situation in Lintian may not be optimistic, because he has to admit that the power of luck in Wen Yong's fortune is not comparable to Lintian.

doesn't look like a second- or third-rate young master at all, but more like an official eunuch and nobleman, everyone's son......

Jinshalu looked at Lintian, who was still thinking and thinking not far away, but he was a little worried, although he didn't know each other, but Jinshalu's character was like this, since he was a person he liked, he would have a tendency.

But most of the time, there are very few people who can make him feel good......

Wen Yong wrote in a low voice, his face was very serious, not as calm as before, and his eyes were full of caution.

He himself knew that the first half of this poem should not be weak, because it was very exhaustive of luck, and he had already used up more than half of his luck in the sea at this time.

This poem, he has been brewing for countless days and nights in the past, originally he heard Wen Liang say that during the feast of the saints, he may have to write poems to help the fun, so he prepared in advance, wanting to smile and take the opportunity to show it.

But today, he felt that it was more worthwhile to suppress Lintian, even if the second uncle and father knew about it, they should not blame it. So he took out the most perfect verses after scrutiny.

He didn't care if the poems and the music were compatible or had the same mood, because his purpose was not to the woman in the tent. In addition to suppressing Lintian, he, like everyone else, wanted to show himself in front of Miss Feng'er.

Although the result of Wenbi is to see who can become the bosom friend of the last song, Wen Yong did try to think about the artistic conception of the qin song. But in the end. Wen Yong still decided to give up.

The first is that it's too hard. Secondly, he felt that it was better to write an earth-shattering poem than to write an improvising poem to show the meaning of the piano, and he didn't think that even the meaning of the piano that he couldn't think of could be thought of by Lintian. And there are not a few high-level people present, are these people not as good as themselves and Lintian?

So Wen Yong thought very clearly, that is. In the end, the literary comparison between the two will return to the judgment of the quality of the poems, that is, in the end, Miss Feng'er needs to make a decision, who wins and who loses.

Then this is a very simple answer, if you make a poem that shocks the national fortune, that is, the victory is in hand, the national fortune poem is not like the general famous poem, it is not a strong wind, and he does not believe that Lintian can create a miracle and write a second poem.

So if this poem can become a national fortune, then Wen Yong has this confidence. It will be able to overwhelm the heavens.

Wen Yong began to concentrate, waving the handwriting on rice paper. The fluctuation of luck became greater and larger, and the ink characters on the rice paper were endowed with the power of luck, and they began to glow with golden light.

After a while, the space in Fengxuan Building was filled with an extremely rich ink fragrance, and then the poems on the rice paper suddenly shone brightly, and a torrent of luck suddenly swirled in the middle.

There is a long stream of luck like substance, surrounding Wen Yong's body, like a turbulent river, full of power.

Suddenly, Wen Yong's eyes lit up, his wrist was raised, and he turned his pen into a poem!

Everyone looked at Wen Yong, waiting for the occurrence of his poetic vision, and waiting for the long sound of poetry becoming a national fortune. However, after a few breaths, the turmoil of luck was still maintained, but the vision did not occur.

This made everyone puzzled, I thought that Wen Yong would definitely hold on to it, end this poem, and attract the name of national fortune, but it seems to be a little worse.

"Why, aren't the last few sentences strong enough?"

"No, that flow of luck just now is by no means an ordinary poem of fame. ”

"What is the reason for that, the turmoil is still unsettled, but the vision of national fortune has not been produced?"

Just when people were puzzled and discussing, suddenly a 'dragon roar' sounded in everyone's ears!

In the field of Fengxuan Tower, a powerful coercion of luck suddenly struck, this coercion did not have any danger, but it made people feel powerful and solemn.

Even people as proud as Jinsha Lu and Feng'er Girl have to be in awe of this breath......

Lintian suddenly opened his eyes, this 'dragon chant' and this kind of coercion, he couldn't be more familiar, because not long ago, he had also experienced it, that is, when he was in the Xiucai exam, he wrote the poem "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang", when the poem became the national fortune, and when the dragon of the national fortune descended, it was also this kind of scene!

Obviously, that is to say, Wen Yong at this time should indeed have written a poem of national fortune!

Although Fengxuan Tower is a certain distance away from the Xuanwu Gate, the 'Dragon Yin' of the 'National Fortune Palace' is still very real! People quickly reacted, this 'Dragon Yin' is impossible to exist elsewhere, and among the great Xuan, there is only the dragon of the National Fortune Palace'!

I don't know how long it took, the powerful national fortune coercion gradually receded, and the qi luck gold flow around Wen Yong's body suddenly converged upward, and finally formed a qi luck golden dragon, hovering in the sky, hovering for a few weeks, suddenly landed, turned into a torrent again, and flew into Wen Yong's body.

Then the poems in his hand were golden and shining.

Everyone present reflected, and almost at the same time, bowed their hands and bowed respectfully to the poem.

"The great Xuan country is prosperous, and the people see the courtesy!" everyone said in unison.

Even Hongxia and the others on the stage did the same, stepping forward to salute. Wen Yong was not surprised, he knew that they did not want to bow themselves, but to worship towards the national fortune.

The solemn coercion of the national fortune, everyone understands, it is Wen Yong's national fortune poem, but as soon as the vision of the golden dragon of luck comes out, everyone must bow and worship, because this is the phantom of the dragon of the great Xuan national fortune, no matter when and where, as long as you are the people of the great Xuan, this must be done.

Because people often say, 'There is no country and no home', and in the same way, if there is no national fortune, there will be no luck for these people!

............

Inside the Xuanwu Gate, in the Hall of National Fortune, the golden light of the 'Fangtian Great Seal' flashed.

Cheng Ying sat under the altar and quietly watched the luck movement in the sky above the National Fortune Palace, as if there was something thoughtful in his eyes.

"There are a lot of poems about the national fortune this year, and I don't know which family is a talented person, and the famous poems have been completed. "Not much. Cheng Ying sighed.

See the changes in today's national fortune poem. He couldn't help but think of Lintian who had come here a few days ago to get lucky.

He always felt pity. At the same time, he was also very puzzled, what did Uncle Tsing Yi see from him that others couldn't see, but he still liked Lintian's behavior very much.

is a strong and resolute character, he knows the pain of luck, like ten thousand arrows piercing the body, very painful, but he persevered to the end, and actually opened up a powerful sea of luck far beyond ordinary people. Although his luck is exhausted......

After a while, Cheng Ying sighed lightly, shook his head slightly, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

It's useless to guess, what kind of person is Uncle Tsing Yi, since he thinks it's a good person, maybe there will really be a miracle, or maybe it's some other 'chance'......

At this moment, there was silence in Fengxuan Tower, and the coercion of vision and luck gradually dissipated, and everyone saluted. They all looked at Wen Yong.

I knew that I would never be worse than the lost dog!'

This is Wen Yong's voice at this time.

Even he didn't think of it. He was thrilled that the poem had reached such a level, but he didn't show it too much.

Wen Yong took the 'National Fortune Poem' in his hand, straightened up, he swept away the previous nervousness, his eyes were excited, and the corners of his mouth were no longer that arc, but opened his mouth and laughed silently.

Then, he turned to look at the stage, standing with his hands in his hands, full of pride.

He is indeed worthy of pride, because the poems of the national fortune are not such simple verses, and his talent has not reached a certain level, even if he is a scholar, he may not be able to write it.

Wang Ming looked at Wen Yong from the side, and couldn't help but have a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Although he and Wen Yong are in the same group at this time, it does not mean that he has reconciled with Wen Yong, but on the contrary, he has always held a grudge against Wen Yong.

The deception and use of Cangzhou made him not mind, and today he saw that the luck of the third son of the Wen family was not weaker than his own, and he was hit again. Until this time, Wang Ming thoroughly understood that after eradicating Lintian, the next enemy must be Wen Yong.

Wang Ming has already made a famous poem before, although it is not as good as the national fortune poem, but it can be regarded as talented, but after so many twists and turns, everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of Wang Ming's poem, and even Wang Ming is a member of this literary competition!

Because everyone is attracted to Wen Yong's national fortune poems, he is no longer the object of everyone's attention, how can this not make him resentful and jealous?

Wen Yong was excited because of his achievements, and he didn't pay attention to and care about Wang Ming's eyes at all, at this time he looked at Hongxia extremely arrogantly, and took out the poems in his hand in a chic manner.

Everyone felt that his bearing suddenly became very extraordinary, and he was proud of the audience. In fact, Wen Yong also thought so in his heart at this time, since he had become a national fortune poem, Wen Yong suddenly felt that he should have the capital to get the attention of Miss Feng'er.

He was very happy, Wen Yong suddenly felt that maybe he would become Miss Feng'er's confidante in the future? Or maybe he would be a pivotal figure in the Great Xuanguo? In just a few moments, Wen Yong had already thought of a lot of long-term pictures.

After a while, Wen Yong came back to his senses, sorted out his thoughts, and then took out the poem in his hand and confidently read it out loud:

"In the next poem title, "The Capital Breaks the Cold Smile"

"The frost and snow are breaking through the sky, and the lonely shadow is wandering alone in the capital. ”

"Only singing about the scorching sun, I am smiling and laughing!"

"The cold wind hits, the black iron spear. ”

"Broken day, roll up the emperor"

"If there is a cold outside the Beijing Gate, there are plum blossoms in the Xuannei!"

Just when Wen Yong was reading, many people had changed from the initial exclamation to admiration, exclamation is just sensory surprise and sigh, and admiration is essentially different, which represents the recognition in people's hearts, which is a very solid identity!

"What a sentence, sing and sing the scorching sun, and the heart is full of laughter! ”

"Well, that's right, the subtlety lies in the words 'singing' and 'laughing', and the cold feelings in the first half are really wonderful!"

"I have to say that Wen Yong's poem, the first half of which is violent, is indeed wonderful, and it is uninhibited and heroic!"

"It seems that this time, Wen Yong has won!"

When the people heard this, they began to talk in small voices.

"Poetry is indeed good poetry", at this time, even Jinshalu upstairs nodded and admitted his talent.

But it's still the same, in Jinshalu's heart, he just admitted that poetry is good poetry, but he didn't agree that this person is a good person!

Tuofei was also speechless in surprise, after all, it was a national fortune poem, so at this moment he could only wait for the reaction of Lintian.

Before Lintian, he had been sitting and thinking with his eyes closed, but at this time, he also opened his eyes and began to listen to Wen Yong reciting poems, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something...... (To be continued.) )