Wen Yong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Lintian evilly, and at this time he finally let go of his heart.

After seeing Lintian's poem, he was still a little nervous in his heart, because he also felt that this poem was really heroic and shocking, and he was still a little scared, whether Lintian could write a national fortune poem again like Xiucai when he was taking the exam.

But at this time, he laughed, laughed at himself and thought too much, could he really be able to defy the sky? Can the national fortune poem still succeed every time? Isn't that more powerful than those saints when they were young?

How is this possible?

Wen Yong had already anticipated the ending, but at this juncture, he was not in a hurry, seeing the ridicule and contempt of the people around him for Lintian, he suddenly felt that he was enjoying looking at Lintian's expression like this.

At that time in Cangzhou, in front of everyone, he was angry and vomited blood, which was a pain that he could never erase, and in Wen County, Lintian broke with the Wen family and defeated the third son of the Wen family, which has become the laughing stock of Quanquan County.

As the eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Yong is under no less pressure than those palace nobles, and it is increasing day by day, and the source of all this starts from running away from the sky.

So he needs to vent, he needs the pleasure after the destruction.

Jinshalu upstairs also looked down, but at this time there was some light in his eyes, of course, the people in the army were heroic and wild, and drinking was a common thing, so when Lintian wrote such a poem, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.

He applauded Lintian again and again, but how could he alone be able to defeat the crowd present? There was no suspense, and his words of praise were drowned out by the voices of all the people present.

Lintian listened to these criticisms and ridicules. There was no atmosphere or anger.

At this time, his heart was very happy. Because after writing this poem. He felt that the defect in his heart was gone, and he was very comfortable, although he didn't know if the people in the gauze tent understood, but this was his explanation, and the piano he saw.

Hongxia on the stage kept looking down and didn't speak, although she hadn't changed her mind so far. But he had a different view of Lintian, but in the end he only sighed regretfully.

She just felt that it was a pity, maybe if Lintian was not a cold family, not if his luck was exhausted, maybe it would change today, but God's arrangement was to make him an ordinary person without luck, so he could only be an ordinary person.

The result is already obvious, and in the eyes of everyone, there may not be any need to make any evaluation, because of the poetry of Lintian. There is no vision of luck, no realm of fame.

In the world of Wenxiu. Although the quality of the poem accounts for a part, but the luck is undoubtedly the highest, in this kind of literary ratio, no matter how good your poetry and article is, but it does not attract luck, it will be ignored by people, but most of the time, if the article is really good, it will definitely lead to luck.

After all, there may not be many people in the world who encounter such an encounter as Lintian.

Although it feels like there is no need to judge, many people, including Wen Yong and Wang Ming, have another wish, that is, to hear Miss Feng'er's voice again, or to really meet Miss Feng'er.

So even if they feel that winning is a certainty, they still hope that Miss Feng'er will be the final judge.

Before Hongxia walked on stage, she was the head of Fengxuanlou after all, so some processes still had to be followed, he looked at Lintian and said:

"Since Lin Gongzi has completed the poem, then please wait for a while, and make a decision after the sisters in the yarn tent are decided!"

This is a necessary process, and the 'girl' in the yarn tent needs to see if she can become a bosom friend, and if not, then she can enter the final judgment, that is, the evaluation of the coveted Feng'er girl.

Everyone did not object, because they all felt that this was just a passing scene, so many people in front of him did not succeed, how could he be a person who didn't even have fame and luck!

After the ridicule and contempt just now, all the people seemed to have finished their disdain, and just waited quietly to see what they expected.

Sure enough, after a long time, there was no response in the gauze tent, and Hongxia also felt that this was inevitable, but he still symbolically walked to the gauze tent and asked softly.

"How does this poem respond?"

After Hongxia asked, he thought that soon Miss Feng'er would say something like 'next' or 'no'.

However, the result was not what she thought, and a slight voice came from the gauze tent that only the two of them could hear, "Wait a little longer~"

'Wait?' What does this mean? Hongxia was very strange in her heart, shouldn't she just refuse?

What are you waiting for?

Hongxia was very surprised in her heart, she really didn't understand why this was. However, the voice from inside came again.

"Tell them, wait a little longer~"

Hongxia was inexplicable for a while, but this was Lord Feng's order, and she didn't have time to think or ask more, she turned around and came to the front of the stage.

Everyone looked at Hongxia's step, thinking that it should be over, looking at Hongxia with great anticipation, and their hearts were already beating, ready to see Lintian's joke.

"Everyone, please wait!" Hongxia said.

"What wait, wait, what?"

After everyone heard such an answer, they were all very surprised, this is an obvious thing in front of them, Lintian's poems have no luck, what are you waiting for?

How can this work? If you really choose him, then Miss Feng'er doesn't have to come forward? It's just that you play a difficult piano song, do you still want to compete with Miss Feng'er for the limelight? This is absolutely not good!

Many people began to complain in their hearts, they suddenly felt that the woman in this gauze tent was very hateful and an eyesore, although they didn't know who it was and what she looked like, but they felt that if this woman really chose Lintian, then they wouldn't agree anyway.

Many people have also come forward to write poems, and they all directly said 'next', is this poetry that is nothing, better than their own famous poems or even national fortune poems? If this is really the case, then it is really blind!

These people don't know who is in the tent, and if they do, they will definitely regret their eyes.

Miss Feng'er didn't care about this, she had regained her calm at this time, just quietly looking ahead, waiting for something to come, she could feel that it was coming soon!

Lin Tian didn't say anything at the moment, holding the poem in one hand, standing calmly, he didn't know why there was no comment in the veil, but he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a breath coming, this breath was very familiar.

At this moment, when everyone was complaining and disdainful of Lintian and the 'gauze tent', a sudden fluctuation of luck rose.

This breath is powerful, very solemn, very sublime!

Everyone is also familiar with it, this is what appeared when Fang Cai Wenyong wrote the poem of the national fortune. But why did it appear again at this moment? whose poem could it be 'his', and everyone was terrified.

However, as if to confirm the doubts in people's hearts, in the Fengxuan Building, the fragrance of ink suddenly overflowed, like a flood of luck, falling from the sky, and the momentum was like a flood leaking from the sky, and it was brave to advance.

Everyone didn't have time to speak, so they only heard a 'dragon chant' roaring, which shook Xuanjing!

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