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 with disdain, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Hmph, pretend to be smart, how can Miss Feng'er not see through your courteous approach? If a few words of praise can be noticed, then over the years, you have already had countless acquaintances, how can 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 already very clear.

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