Wen Yong finished reading the poem, his voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him, and the volume was a little louder than normal.

The first half of this poem is very proud and strong, and many people understand the artistic conception and praise it.

However, the next few sentences are even more popular with people, and they even feel that this poem is tailor-made for themselves!

'Outside the cold Beijing Gate, the plum blossoms bloom in Xuannei', the meaning of this sentence is obvious, and the implication is to praise the capital and the people in the capital.

Although there is a pain of breaking the cold outside the door, there are many talents inside the door, and there are people who are as resolute as plum blossoms!

This is obviously a compliment to the talents of the capital, it is a compliment, but it is better to say that it is a sycophant!

This poem was originally Wen Yong's preparation for the feast on the day, if there was a poem to help the fun, he wanted to come forward to show it, if he could get the appreciation of the saint, it would be a great thing, so these days he continues to scrutinize, how to have a more standard of 'sycophant'.

Today, although it is not a feast, he has succeeded and done it, and the poem has indeed been recognized by everyone.

However, there was a precedent of disrespecting the rhyme of Qin poems like Tian Hong, which led to everyone being able to deliberately get close to Qin Yi, resulting in not being able to come up with their best poems.

Wen Yong at this time, in fact, is the same as Tianhong, the poetry and the qin music are completely incompatible.

However, Wen Yong was not afraid and didn't care, because his ambition was not here, so he gave up becoming a bosom friend. He had already concluded that today this is the last song. No one should be able to understand its artistic conception, and it is even more impossible to be in the sky, so it can only be the final judgment of the quality of the poem.

Lintian listened to Wen Yong's poems. There was a frown between his eyebrows, thoughtful.

He was not disturbed by Wen Yong's poems, but he has always been very conflicted in his heart, and like Wen Yong, he also thought of this question, that is, whether to write poems for the final qin song.

In fact, faintly in the sky, I can feel what kind of woman is in the veil tent. I can think of the unknown sense of oppression that came from the discovery before. It's not like an ordinary woman in it.

Therefore, if you give a poem to this last song, the risk and difficulty will not be ordinarily great.

I know it. He has memories of his past life. If he gives up the qin song, then he can choose a suitable poem from his memory, although it is not necessarily a national fortune poem, but he knows that it will never be worse than Lintian's poem, but for some reason, Lintian silently recalled the sound of this last qin song, and he was always a little touched and couldn't let go.

I don't know why. There was always an impulse in his heart to give poetry to this piece of music. But reason told him. There was a risk in it, so he was always thinking about how to do it.

That's exactly why he hesitated......

On the stage, Hongxia looked at Wen Yong, with an approving look between her beautiful eyes, and the vision of the national fortune poem, even in Fengxuan Tower, did not appear a few times.

Therefore, Wen Yong's performance has been recognized by her, and at the same time, Hongxia can also confirm that the conjecture in her heart is right, and Miss Feng'er should have paid attention to this person named Wen Yong for a long time.

Hongxia looked slightly inside the gauze tent, and couldn't help but think in her heart.

"The Feng master is talented, but because of this reason, he has been famous for a long time, but he can't get a bosom friend, so the 'Qin Dao Heart Gate' has not been broken, and now this Wen Yong is not high, but looking at his talent and luck, there is hope to match the Feng master in the future. ”

"If this Wen Yong can really become Lord Feng's bosom friend, then the day when Feng takes the initiative to go to the Dongzhou Holy Courtyard should be closer. As she thought, Hongxia withdrew her gaze.

At this time, Wen Yong's proud and arrogant expression was undoubtedly shown on his face, he looked at Hongxia and said:

"Miss Hongxia, the next poem has been completed, please read it to see if you can become a bosom friend of the last song!"

His words were very casual, because he didn't care at all, but because his poem was a national fortune poem, no one said anything and had other opinions, all waiting for Hongxia's reply.

Hongxia said: "Gongzi Wen is really talented, this national fortune poem in my Fengxuan Building achievement, it is also a great luck! The sisters in the tent will taste it, and there will be an answer soon. ”

After Hongxia finished speaking, she turned around and took a few steps closer to the gauze tent, ready to wait for Miss Feng'er's reply.

At this moment, even Hongxia forgot whether Wen Yong's poems were in line with Qinyi, she thought that the candidate for the Feng Lord should be him, so Hongxia didn't have any judgment, just waiting for Miss Feng'er's order.

Tian Hong looked ahead, he seemed to be a little resentful, as a jinshi, he should naturally be able to read Wen Yong's poetry, obviously, like himself, the expression is not the artistic conception of today's qin music at all.

He was very aggrieved and angry. Why can he get everyone's understanding with just one show, even Hongxia on the stage, but he can only ignore it?

What's wrong with the national fortune poems? Hmph, they're all a bunch of snobbish villains!

The more Tian Hong thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes looked at Wen Yong even more gloomy, but he knew that even if he stepped forward to theorize, it would be useless, and the status of the national fortune poem decided everything.

His heart has been distorted, and he is a person who is not open-minded enough, so his last yin decision, if he has the opportunity, he will sprinkle all his anger on the unlucky man called Lintian!

Who makes himself unlucky? Who do I recruit and provoke whom? I am so ignored by people as a jinshi? You are a waste person whose luck has dried up, and you should be even more unlucky, and this is right!

If you want to be good, you can only blame that Wen Yong, who asked him to write a poem about the national fortune? If you want to be good, you have to blame Hongxia on the stage, who made her look down on people? If you want to be good, you can only blame that Feng'er girl who pretended to be ice clear and jade!

Tian Hong thought resentfully in his heart......

At the same time, Hongxia, who was waiting for Miss Feng'er's reply, had been standing by the gauze tent for a long time, and she thought that Miss Feng'er should still be reading, so she didn't bother.

But after a long time, there was no response in the gauze tent, and Hongxia felt weird.

"Why hasn't Lord Feng decided yet? Could it be that he has forgotten because he is too involved in reading the poems? No, Lord Feng's realm cultivation can't be like this, what's going on?"

Hongxia guessed in her heart, decided to wait for a while, and then turned back to give everyone under the stage a look, signaling to wait.

However, it was a long period of calm. Hongxia frowned, and began to think in her heart, why did Miss Feng'er delay in responding......

Suddenly, Hongxia seemed to understand, but there was some confusion in her eyes.

There was no response in the gauze tent, not necessarily reading the poem, and there may be another explanation, that is, like the people before her, the poetry did not match the qin music, and it was not the bosom friend she was looking for......

"Why, isn't the person Lord Feng pays attention to this Wen Yong? Even if he is not a bosom friend, he should also evaluate a few words. ”

Hongxia thought in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became, but she still firmly believed that her conjecture was right, except for a few Jinshi Wenzhi people in the audience, there was only Wen Yong, which was not bad in her eyes. So she decided to ask for herself.

She approached the tent again, almost leaning lightly against the gap in the tent, towards the inside, in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Hongxia asked softly, "How to evaluate Gongzi Wen's poems?"

............ (To be continued.) )