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 say 'next', is this poetry that is nothing, better than their own famous poems or even national fortune poems? If this is really the case. That's really blindness!

None of these people knew who was in the tent. If you know. I'm sure I'll regret glaring my eyes out.

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 and standing calmly. He didn't know why there was no comment in the gauze tent, but he suddenly felt as if there was a breath coming, and 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 when Fang Cai Wenyong wrote the poem of the national fortune. appeared. But why did it appear again at this moment? whose poem could it be 'his', and everyone was terrified.

However, it seems to confirm the doubts in people's hearts. In the Fengxuan Building, the fragrance of ink was overflowing, 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!

Tonight's Daxuanjing City is destined to be an unquiet night.

No one expected that today, on the day of the announcement of the "Great Xuan Classics", when everyone was happily reading the wonderful poems in the "Great Xuan Classics", Xuanjing actually published two more national fortune poems!

If you want to say that the first national fortune poem amazed the audience, then this second poem should be to shake Xuanjing.

The so-called 'national fortune' is the luck of a country, and it is the feng shui foundation for the survival of the country and the prosperity of the people.

If poetry can help the growth of the national fortune and enhance the prestige of the country, such poems can get the resonance of the 'national fortune', and the country's luck will also help the poetry to further improve, which is the national fortune poem.

And in the poems of national fortune, it is naturally divided into three, six, nine and so on, the same principle as famous poems, the better the poems, the greater the luck vision, and the more the national fortune gives.

This is different from one's own feng shui luck, it does not come from heaven and earth, but from the lifeblood foundation of the country, which many people like to call 'dragon vein'.

The sound of the dragon's roar spread melodiously and far away, shaking the entire capital.

In the Hall of National Fortune, Cheng Ying's eyes widened, "What day is today?" Could it be that there is any literary meeting in the 'Hanlin Academy'? But I haven't heard of it. ’

Cheng Ying thought in his heart, but this wave of unsettled waves of national fortune poetry disputes made him sigh with emotion.

Now that these years have brought together talents, and Xuanjing is no longer as peaceful as it used to be, it seems that the situation may be about to become turbulent. ”

Cheng Ying's eyes were microns, looking at the golden and square 'Dragon Pattern Great Seal' on the altar, maybe only a few people have seen what it is, this is Daxuan's 'Dragon Pattern Jade Seal'.

This is also the most proud 'Wenbao' of the 'Emperor Xuan' back then.

Suddenly, the jade seal suddenly brightened, the golden light was shining, the dragon chant in the sky still did not stop, and the fluctuation of the jade seal was getting bigger and bigger.

Cheng Ying, who was originally sitting on the square chair, stood up in surprise. "This ...... Could this be ......?"

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

In the imperial study of the palace, the middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, if he looked at his appearance, he would always feel that such an ordinary man, how could he be the king of a country?

The man is not an elegant literati, let alone an aerated martial artist, if he is not wearing a dragon robe, no one on the streets of the Great Xuanguo will recognize who he is.

However, such a man is the most powerful person in the Great Xuan Kingdom today, and his eyebrows are very calm, like a sea that is bottomless.

Through the wide skylight, the man looked into the distance, as if he could jump over the tall walls of the palace and see what was happening outside.

He naturally heard the two dragon roars, but when he heard the first sound, he felt relieved that there were still many talents in Xuanjing. But this second time he was different, he got up and walked to the window.

The sound of the dragon roar was very long, so long that everyone in Xuanjing remembered it in their hearts. The man looked out the window, his eyes a little curious, but more delight and surprise.

Looking at the golden light of the national fortune in the sky above Xuanjing, the man said in a low voice, "The dragon chant has nine breaths, but I didn't expect it to be the 'Nine Heavens Dragon Poetry'!"

Jiuxiao Dragon Yin, this is the level of the national fortune poem, it does not conflict with the famous poem, a poem can be the famous poem of the realm of merit, and at the same time, it can also be the national fortune poem to get the infusion of the national fortune.

The level of the national fortune poem is to see the vision of the true dragon of the national fortune. Take the length of the dragon's chant as the standard. Nine Dragons groaned. As the name suggests, it is divided into nine sections, and the longer the dragon chant, the better the poem, the more national fortune you get, and so far, the best national fortune poem is the nine-breathed dragon chant.

Man tilts his head. Looking in the direction of the National Fortune Palace, his eyes were full of awe, maybe in the Great Xuan Kingdom, there are not many things or people that can make him full of awe.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he said with emotion: "It seems that he is another wild and uninhibited person, otherwise it would be impossible to get your approval, isn't it......"

Yet some rejoiced. There will be people who are worried, the huge Nine Kings Mansion. Dark and eerie.

The domineering man sat on the high chair, listening to the dragon chant above Xuanjing, he couldn't help frowning, if it was a dragon chant or a few dragon chanting, he could not care, but this Jiuxiao Dragon chant poem, no one has been able to write it for several years.

The feast is imminent, and his plan is also proceeding according to the steps, the third prince of Yasukuni is his backing, just looking at Long Yin, he feels a little irritable, and his originally domineering face is a little gloomy, let others see it, but it adds a little bit of aeration.

He has always been cautious, he has to grasp all the changes before doing things, and he can't let these factors that may become 'variables' slip through his eyes, so he is waiting, waiting for the results of the return of his hands.

After a while, a figure appeared outside the hall, and the figure walked in quickly.

"Two poems, two people!" said the dark shadow succinctly.

The Nine Kings' voices were a little low, "Who is the second song? Who is the first one?"

The domineering man's tone was very flat, but the order of this question seemed to be a little reversed, and the second song was in front of the first song, which said a lot of questions.

The black shadow said: "The second song, called Lintian, a few days ago, the National Fortune Hall opened up a sea of clouds, but it is just a child of the poor family, the luck is exhausted, and the heavens are not merciful!"

He continued: "The first song, Wen Yong, the nephew of Wen Liang of the Ministry of Rites!"

After listening, the domineering man pondered for a moment, and then seemed to be a little surprised in his eyes, "I didn't expect that Wen Liang's kid has a good junior, you go and inform Wen Liang and ask him to come and see me." ”

The man's words were very strange, he asked the second song first, but praised the first one, and this order seemed to show how much he valued it. It was only during this short period of time that the two were exchanged.

A few days ago, when the National Fortune Hall was opened, many forces in the court had begun to pay attention, but Lintian's luck was exhausted, and he was a child of a poor family, and he had no backer, so he was basically a wasted person, which was obvious to everyone.

The Nine Kings naturally knew that his purpose was to seize power, and he naturally had to know all kinds of things in the palace, but Lintian had been ruled out in his heart, because he judged that Lintian had no future, and it was impossible for him to have any threat or help in the future.

However, today, this poem of the national fortune of the Nine Dragons was written by Lintian, at first the Nine Kings did not know that it was Lintian, he was a little unusual, and was thinking about knowing the identity of the other party, whether to get rid of it, or to take it for his own use, but when he heard that this poem was written by Lintian.

He just pondered for a moment, and then he had the answer, because his own luck was exhausted, in the world of Wenxiu, he was really a waste person, no matter how talented he was, it was the same, because luck represented the number of lives, and his life was not good, so the Nine Kings would naturally not be stupid enough to recruit a waste person with a bad life to his camp.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, even I will be contaminated with some, in case one is not good and is implicated, it is not very cost-effective. Therefore, for Lintian, the Nine Kings still ignore it with disdain! In his eyes, talent is not valuable, and those who can use it are valuable!

Obviously, compared to Lintian, the Nine Kings feel that the Wenliang Wen family is okay at the moment, but they can be a chess piece......

At this time, Fengxuan Tower was silent, and everyone listened to the sound of the dragon's groan outside the clouds, and they all felt a little out of breath in their hearts, because this was the last thing they wanted to see.

Lintian naturally didn't know that because of his bad luck, he was regarded as a wasted person, but it was precisely for this reason that he once again avoided the undercurrent of power struggle.

At this moment, Lintian is holding poems and texts, and there is a torrent of luck outside Fengxuan Tower, and he is advancing bravely, like a piece of Yellow River, galloping.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky!

The coercion of the power of luck suddenly filled the entire Fengxuan Tower, and the solemn aura of national fortune enveloped everyone, and there was a golden light in front of them, and the source of this golden light was Lintian.

Everyone felt that this light was so dazzling, and the piercing eyes were a little painful, but they didn't dare to close it, and they couldn't close their eyes, because then it would be even more uncomfortable, and people were sometimes very strange, and when they couldn't believe it, the more they had to see it with their own eyes.

However, even if you watch it, it's true, it's still true!

Wang Ming's eyes were about to pop out, Wen San, Wen Zhi, Tian Hong, the same was true, they couldn't believe it. Isn't Lintian unlucky? Doesn't Heaven not favor him? How can he still write poems about national fortune?

Wen Yong was different at this time, he didn't react so much, but he was more calm, but his feet seemed to be trembling, his hands were clenched, he was not forced to have a calm expression, maybe Wen San and Wen Zhi, the people who live together every day know.

The last time Wen Yong 'vomited blood' in Cangzhou, he had such an expression, and today it is like this again, but it looks more serious than last time.

Lintian's eyes were slightly closed at this time, and he didn't know what was going on in the outside world. It's just that this time the national fortune is infused with luck, and he feels that it is different from the last time, because he is already a literary cultivator at the moment, so he can feel more truly that this national fortune is more than last time.

Lintian just felt that he seemed to be silent in a sea of warm sunshine, as if he was drifting, and as if he was rippling in the air.

Slowly, he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was not the people of Fengxuan Tower, to his surprise, what he saw was actually a vast and huge basin.

Beyond the light curtain, this area is deeply concave, with nine canals continuous, and it does not look like a canyon, but more like an endless dry earth, and the surface is dry and cracked.

At a glance, it is deserted...... (To be continued.) )