In the gauze tent, the woman gently opened her slightly closed eyes, her body was slightly straightened, and she adjusted her posture. Her expression was very calm, but in her eyes, there was a faint hint of expectation, and there seemed to be something else.

This is one of the few times she has stroked the piano in the past few years, she likes to play the piano very much, she has been like this since she was a child, but I don't know how long, except for her master, no one can understand the true meaning of his piano sound.

In the past, I would participate in the poetry rhyme every time, but I was disappointed again and again, and I got a little tired of it until a long time later. Since he was elected to the Academy of the Son of Heaven, he has never come out to play, and this feast, if it were not for the invitation of the Holy Lord, may not have come out.

The people outside naturally didn't know that the woman was Miss Feng'er, but no matter what, she had to show off this time. Therefore, there are more and more people who come forward to prepare poems, so much so that they have already begun to line up.

Lintian naturally didn't mean to go up, just looked down silently, but Tuofei couldn't bear it anymore, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the ink pen, and was ready to start writing poems.

Lintian glanced at Tuofei and said, "What, you have an idea?"

Tuofei said helplessly: "No, but it's still okay to write a poem about the feelings you've heard, maybe it's blinded." ”

Lin Tian said: "This qin song sounds interlocking, high and low, like a narrative, but it seems to be lyrical, so it is elusive, maybe it is a method!"

Tuofei nodded after hearing this, then continued to think and write.

What Lintian said is very true, even if he listens to this qin music, he can only understand a rough idea, but if it is the real meaning of the qin, then he really can't think of it, so Meng, it is not a good way.

After a while, there were already a lot of scholars and literati who began to write poems, and it was obvious that most of them were cannon fodder in front, and the most were Xiucai and Juren, because they were all the same as Tuofei, they were afraid that it would be over before it was their turn, so they would rather go up and show it earlier.

Among them, there are also some very good verses, but at most they are appreciated by everyone, but it is still a little worse to become a bosom friend.

Upstairs Jinsha Road, at this time relatively leisurely, he drank this tea, while looking down with interest, according to the rules of the rhyme of the qin poem, if it has been selected, it is not allowed to participate in the rhyme behind.

Jinsha Lu as a figure on the hunting list, can be regarded as the focus of people, among the younger generation, very weighty, if you say who can get the attention of Miss Feng'er today, maybe Jinsha Road is one, but everyone doesn't understand, why Jinsha Road shot early.

Jin Jinlu slowly put down the teacup, then glanced at the gauze tent and pouted.

The escort standing beside him seemed a little puzzled, looked at Jinsha Road, stepped forward and asked, "Young master, why are you on so early today? Didn't you say that Miss Feng'er would come today? Why don't you wait until this last song to write a poem?"

After hearing this, Jinshalu smiled and said, "Do you think this last song is so easy?"

When the entourage heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This last song, although it is exquisite, but there is no luck vision, even if the person who plays the piano has a higher cultivation, but I think, with the talent of the child, it should not be difficult, this Feng'er girl may have a rare opportunity to appear." ”

Jin Jinlu shook his head and said: "I really wanted to wait until this last, after all, it is rare for Miss Feng'er to appear, but for two reasons, I changed my mind, first, the reason why I came forward to write a poem on the second qin song is because the artistic conception of her qin song is similar to my 'Chopping Poem' some time ago, if you can feel it further, it is likely to be profitable." ”

At this moment, if someone next to him can hear it, he will be very surprised, the young Jinsha Road, who has just arrived at the Jinshi Wen, can write a 'chopping poem', which is not something that ordinary people can do. Under normal circumstances, only when you have reached the Jinshi literary rank or above, you dare to just learn and use the 'Chopping Poems', let alone write them.

But now Jinsha Road can actually write a poem of fortune, which is even more reflected. The talent on the hunting list is worthy of his real name.

Jin Jinlu continued: "As for another reason, hum, do you think that I am the only one who will come today, the fourteenth on the hunting list? The feast is imminent, and almost all the strength and talents will gather in the capital, so during this time, there should be a lot of characters emerging, so it's not just me who came today." ”

Jinshalu said as he pointed his finger at the top and said: "There are a lot of powerful people here today, if they really wait for the end, they may not be able to get this 'bosom friend'." Besides, don't you know who this Feng'er girl is? Many things are not so easy to ......."

When the entourage next to him heard it, he was a little surprised at first, he knew what Jinshalu usually looked like, he grew up in the barracks since he was a child, he had a sharp spirit that ordinary people did not have, and it was rare to retreat head-on, but today he gave up the opportunity like this, so as to prove that it is really difficult.

Under the stage, the poems of the literati came one after another, but still none of them could get the favor of the women in the veil tent, and many people had given up their thoughts, returned to the table, ate and looked lively.

At this moment, there was a sudden smell of ink. The fluctuation of luck in the field instantly became larger, and the coercion of the power of luck suddenly attacked.

The person who reacted said: "It's a famous poem!"

"That's right, looking at the degree of fluctuation of luck, it should be undoubtedly famous!Who is it?"

The sudden change attracted everyone's attention, and some discerning people could quickly understand that today's highlight should start from this moment. Finally, there are real characters who have begun to shoot!

"Look, this must have been written by someone in the cubicle on the fourth floor!" said one of them.

Following this person's words, everyone looked towards the fourth floor, only to see a golden halo, looming, appearing in the room on the fourth floor, and the rich smell of ink emanated from here.

In front of the viewing platform window of the compartment on the fourth floor, there was a person, wearing a brocade robe, young, dignified, full of arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, he was holding a folding fan in one hand, and the other hand was holding a poem that he had just written. Look down from above.

Lintian and Tuofei looked at the person above in surprise, their eyes showed a bright look, and their expressions had some other flavors, because the person above, they knew, was an old acquaintance.

This person is the 'Wang Ming' who hasn't been seen for many days after the Xiucai exam!