Wen Yong finished reading the poem, his voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him, and the volume was a little louder than normal.

The first half of this poem is very proud and strong, and many people understand the artistic conception and praise it.

However, the next few sentences are even more popular with people, and they even feel that this poem is tailor-made for themselves!

'Outside the cold Beijing Gate, the plum blossoms bloom in Xuannei', the meaning of this sentence is obvious, and the implication is to praise the capital and the people in the capital.

Although there is a pain of breaking the cold outside the door, there are many talents inside the door, and there are people who are as resolute as plum blossoms!

This is obviously a compliment to the talents of the capital, it is a compliment, but it is better to say that it is a sycophant!

This poem was originally Wen Yong's preparation for the feast on the day, if there was a poem to help the fun, he wanted to come forward to show it, if he could get the appreciation of the saint, it would be a great thing, so these days he continues to scrutinize, how to have a more standard of 'sycophant'.

Today, although it is not a feast, he has succeeded and done it, and the poem has indeed been recognized by everyone.

However, there was a precedent of disrespecting the rhyme of Qin poems like Tian Hong, which led to everyone being able to deliberately get close to Qin Yi, resulting in not being able to come up with their best poems.

Wen Yong at this time, in fact, is the same as Tianhong, the poetry and the qin music are completely incompatible.

However, Wen Yong was not afraid and didn't care, because his ambition was not here, so he gave up becoming a bosom friend. He has concluded that no one should be able to understand the artistic conception of today's last song. Lintian is even more impossible. So it can only be the final judgment of the quality of the poem.

Lintian listened to Wen Yong's poems. There was a frown between his eyebrows, thoughtful.

He was not disturbed by Wen Yong's poems, but he has always been very conflicted in his heart, and like Wen Yong, he also thought of this question, that is, whether to write poems for the final qin song.

In fact, faintly in the sky, I can feel what kind of woman is in the veil tent, after being discovered before. The unknown sense of oppression that came, you can think that it is not an ordinary woman inside.

Therefore, if you give a poem to this last song, the risk and difficulty will not be ordinarily great.

Lin Tian knew that he had the memory of his previous life, and if he gave up the qin music, then he could choose a suitable poem from his memory, although it was not necessarily a national fortune poem. But he knew that it would never be worse than the poetry of Lintian. But for some reason, Lintian silently recalled the sound of this last piano song, and he was always a little touched and couldn't let go.

I don't know why, he always has an urge in his heart to give this piece of music poetry and meaning. But reason told him that there was a risk involved, so he kept thinking about how to do it.

That's exactly why he hesitated......

On the stage, Hongxia looked at Wen Yong, with an approving look between her beautiful eyes, and the vision of the national fortune poem, even in Fengxuan Tower, did not appear a few times.

Therefore, Wen Yong's performance has been recognized by her, and at the same time, Hongxia can also confirm that the conjecture in her heart is right, and Miss Feng'er should have paid attention to this person named Wen Yong for a long time.

Hongxia looked slightly inside the gauze tent, and couldn't help but think in her heart.

"The Feng master is talented, but because of this reason, he has been famous for a long time, but he can't get a bosom friend, so the 'Qin Dao Heart Gate' has not been broken, and now this Wen Yong is not high, but looking at his talent and luck, there is hope to match the Feng master in the future. ”

"If this Wen Yong can really become Lord Feng's bosom friend, then the day when Feng takes the initiative to go to the Dongzhou Holy Courtyard should be closer. As she thought, Hongxia withdrew her gaze.

At this time, Wen Yong's proud and arrogant expression was undoubtedly shown on his face, he looked at Hongxia and said:

"Miss Hongxia, the next poem has been completed, please read it to see if you can become a bosom friend of the last song!"

His words were very casual, because he didn't care at all, but because his poem was a national fortune poem, no one said anything and had other opinions, all waiting for Hongxia's reply.

Hongxia said: "Gongzi Wen is really talented, this national fortune poem in my Fengxuan Building achievement, it is also a great luck! The sisters in the tent will taste it, and there will be an answer soon. ”

After Hongxia finished speaking, she turned around and took a few steps closer to the gauze tent, ready to wait for Miss Feng'er's reply.

At this moment, even Hongxia forgot whether Wen Yong's poems were in line with Qinyi, she thought that the candidate for the Feng Lord should be him, so Hongxia didn't have any judgment, just waiting for Miss Feng'er's order.

Tian Hong looked ahead, he seemed to be a little resentful, as a jinshi, he should naturally be able to read Wen Yong's poetry, obviously, like himself, the expression is not the artistic conception of today's qin music at all.

He was very aggrieved and angry. Why can he get everyone's understanding with just one show, even Hongxia on the stage, but he can only ignore it?

What's wrong with the national fortune poems? Hmph, they're all a bunch of snobbish villains!

The more Tian Hong thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes looked at Wen Yong even more gloomy, but he knew that even if he stepped forward to theorize, it would be useless, and the status of the national fortune poem decided everything.

His heart has been distorted, and he is a person who is not open-minded enough, so his last yin decision, if he has the opportunity, he will sprinkle all his anger on the unlucky man called Lintian!

Who makes himself unlucky? Who do I recruit and provoke whom? I am so ignored by people as a jinshi? You are a waste person whose luck has dried up, and you should be even more unlucky, and this is right!

If you want to be good, you can only blame that Wen Yong, who asked him to write a poem about the national fortune? If you want to be good, you have to blame Hongxia on the stage, who made her look down on people? If you want to be good, you can only blame that Feng'er girl who pretended to be ice clear and jade!

Tian Hong thought resentfully in his heart......

At the same time, Hongxia, who was waiting for Miss Feng'er's reply, had been standing by the gauze tent for a long time, and she thought that Miss Feng'er should still be reading, so she didn't bother.

But after a long time, there was no reply from the tent. Hongxia was weird at this time.

"Why hasn't Lord Feng decided yet? Could it be that he was too involved in reading the poems and forgot about it? No. The cultivation of the Phoenix Lord's realm is impossible to be like this. What's going on?"

Hongxia guessed in her heart, decided to wait for a while, and then turned back to give everyone under the stage a look, signaling to wait.

However, it was a long period of calm. Hongxia frowned, and began to think in her heart, why did Miss Feng'er delay in responding......

Suddenly, Hongxia seemed to understand, but there was some confusion in her eyes.

There was no response from the tent. It is not necessarily reading poetry, there may be another explanation, that is, like the people before her, the poetry does not conform to the qin music, and it is not the bosom friend she is looking for......

"Why, isn't the person Lord Feng pays attention to this Wen Yong? Even if he is not a bosom friend, he should also evaluate a few words. ”

Hongxia thought in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became, but she still firmly believed that her conjecture was right, except for a few Jinshi scholars in the audience. is only Wen Yong, who is not bad in her eyes. So she decided to ask for herself.

She approached the veil again. Almost leaning lightly against the gap in the gauze tent, towards the inside, with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Hongxia asked softly, "How to evaluate Gongzi Wen's poems?"

In the Fengxuan Building, all the people were waiting for Miss Feng'er's reply. After Hongxia asked the question, she was also ready to listen intently to see how she treated.

In the gauze tent, Miss Feng'er seemed to be thinking about something, and she was a little stunned, until Hongxia whispered, and then came back to her senses.

"Oh, let's be next!" After saying that, Miss Feng'er fell into deep thought again.

The voice was so soft that only Hongxia could hear it, and Hongxia was full of surprise and doubt. "Next one, is this the end of it?"

Hongxia thought in her heart, but she actually knew the answer, but she didn't understand it a little. She thought that if Miss Feng'er really looked at Chinese Yong, then this round should be directly confirmed.

But no, but the 'next one' very calmly. Could it be that there are other people that Lord Feng is concerned about? Hongxia was very puzzled, but since it was Lord Feng's intention, she could only do so.

She walked to the front of the stage, glanced at everyone, then looked at Wen Yong, and said: "Wen Gongzi's poems are very wonderful, they are the assets of the country's fortune, but they just can't match this last song, so it's a pity that Wen Gongzi's poems were not selected." Please forgive me. ”

Hongxia paused, then looked at everyone and said, "Next!"

After hearing Hongxia's words, Wen Yong just secretly pursed his lips and shook his head, but it was nothing. It's just that many spectators present have objections.

"This is a poem of national fortune! I haven't liked such a good poem?"

"Yes, the poems and essays with the luck of the country, not to mention anything else, are placed in the homes of any prince and nobleman, and they are all heirlooms! But you can't even look down on a poem about the fortune of the country, right? Isn't that too proud?"

"Isn't it just a piano song? Is it better than a poem of national fortune? The woman in this gauze tent really can't tell the difference between good and bad. ”

At this time, all the people felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, and they were indignant at the fact that a poem of national fortune was not qualified to become a bosom friend.

In fact, many of the people present were the same, they all stepped forward to write poems before, but they all failed, and none of them succeeded, so no matter who they were, they were a little unhappy, but seeing Wen Yong's national fortune poems was also ruthlessly passed, which caused the resentment in many people's hearts to spread.

Moreover, Wen Yong's poetry still praises the literati in the capital, so at this moment, many people continue to help Wen Yong express their grievances and grievances.

However, among all the people, there was just one person on the contrary, Tian Hong was very happy to see that Wen Yong did not succeed. He suddenly felt as if he was not so unlucky......

Wen Yong looked at Hongxia and arched his hand and said: "Miss Hongxia praised it falsely, and I am really ashamed that I know that I can't understand the meaning of the last piano song, so please don't be surprised." ”

"Wen Gongzi is humble. Hongxia said: "Childe's talent is outstanding, this qin song may be more out of the way, it's not that your poetry is not good, so don't be presumptuous." In that case, let's go to the next one. ”

Although it is said that it is the next one, but in the field, there is no next one, and some are only the next one in this 'Wenbi'.

So the meaning of Hongxia's words is that Wenbi can continue, and the next one can play!

When it comes to the next one, many people naturally think of Lintian, but they forget about another person, and he is the initiator, or fuse, of the whole thing.

That was Wang Ming, he had obviously written a famous poem before, and the luck vision at that time also shocked the audience, but he thought that there would be enough limelight.

However, such a result was something he did not expect, and everyone had forgotten about it.

Wang Ming was very helpless, and he was even more angry in his heart, but now on this occasion, he had no way to vent his grievances, so in addition to venting on Lintian, he couldn't find a better place.

Wang Ming's face was gloomy, and just as everyone was looking at the heavenly compartment on the second floor, he stepped forward.

"Under Wang Ming, I also participated in this Wenbi, but Wang still has to say that this Wenbi is a grievance between Brother Wen and me, but since Brother Wen Yong is talented, then I think Wang does not need to be ugly, between the two of us, it is good to take his national fortune poem as the standard, if Brother Wen Yong wins, it is my victory. ”

Wang Ming's sudden interjection made everyone come back to their senses, but only then did they remember that it was indeed Wang Ming who started first. However, this Wenbi is a battle between them and Lintian, but Wang Ming and Wen Yong are obviously together, so as long as one person defeats Lintian, it can also be regarded as their victory.

Wen Yong made a poem about the national fortune, and no one can match it except for the talented man with a high literary position. Wang Ming also knew it, so at this moment, he decided to let Wen Yong represent them.

From any point of view, Wang Ming's doing this is reasonable, since there are already national fortune poems, then everything else is superfluous, so most people just nodded and didn't say anything.

Wen Yong looked at Wang Ming, thought about it in his heart, and then felt that he should have no other intentions, and just felt that his national fortune poem was enough, so he said so.

He looked at Wang Ming and said: "Brother Wang has said it, Wen is just luck, but since you said so, then so be it, just use this national fortune poem of mine as a representative!"

"Okay, that's up to you, Brother Wen. Wang Ming nodded, although he was reluctant in his heart, he still had to do enough work on the surface.

Then, Wang Ming turned around and shouted towards the second floor: "Hey, Lintian! You heard it, Wen Yong and I decided to let him represent you Wen Bi, do you agree to build it?"

"Hmph, you've all discussed it, and you're asking us what we think?" is it necessary?" Tuofei said disdainfully upstairs.

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, there are indeed some injustices to Lintian, but often these injustices are not a problem in the hearts of some paranoid people, such as the many spectators present. At this moment, they all thought in their hearts that Wen Yong had already written poems in advance, and at this time, the two of them let Wen Yong be the representative, even if they were even, they didn't owe each other, wouldn't it be very good!

Wang Ming said contemptuously: "I'm not asking you again, I'm asking Lintian! It has nothing to do with you." It's been so long, aren't you ready?"

Tuofei looked at Wang Ming, he was angry, he couldn't help it, and decided to scold, to teach this shameless guy a good lesson.

However, just as he was about to open his mouth, the hand that had been familiar and the familiar movement slapped him on the shoulder again, making Ting stop unconsciously.

"Brother Tuofei, don't be impatient, let's ...... me" (To be continued.) )