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 Wen Bi's result was to see who could 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 decided to give up.

First of all, it was too difficult, and secondly, he felt that it was better to write an earth-shattering poem than to write a makeshift 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, the literary comparison between the two would eventually return to the judgment of the quality of the poems, that is, Miss Feng'er needed to make a decision in the end. Who wins and who loses.

Then this is a very simple answer, if you make a poem that shocks the fortunes of the country, then you have a chance to win. The poems of national fortune are not like ordinary famous poems, they are not blown by the wind, and he does not believe that Lintian can create a miracle and write a second poem.

Therefore, if this poem can become a national fortune, then Wen Yong has this self-confidence and will definitely be able to overwhelm the sky.

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.

Not much. 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. Surrounded by Wen Yong. It's like a rushing 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, and they thought that Wen Yong would definitely hold it. The poem ended well, attracting 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. After a while, Cheng Ying sighed.

Seeing the change of today's national fortune poem, he couldn't help but think of Lintian who came here a few days ago to get lucky.

He has always felt pity, and at the same time, he is very puzzled, what Uncle Tsing Yi saw from him that others can't see, but he still likes Lintian's behavior very much.

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

After a while, Cheng Ying sighed lightly. He shook his head slightly, chuckling at the corners of his mouth.

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

At this moment, there was silence in Fengxuan Tower, the coercion of vision and luck gradually dissipated, and after 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 held the 'National Fortune Poem' in his hand. Standing up, he swept away the previous nervousness, his eyes were excited, and the corners of his mouth were no longer the same arc. Instead, he opened his mouth. 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. I couldn't help but have a hint of gloom in my eyes.

Although he and Wen Yong are in the same group at this time, it does not mean. He just 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.) )