The guests in the Huifeng Building are full, most of them are here to participate in the Wencai today, and there are four vacant seats left in the middle of the hall, which are reserved for people of high moral standing to make the judgment of the Wencai.

"If you want to see the excitement, please go to the right, and if you are participating in the cultural festival, please go to the left."

Xiao Er shuttled back and forth, constantly stretching out, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Only the shopkeeper smiled happily and kept greeting guests inside, hoping that the more people there were, the better.

Ling Heng handed over five taels of silver, received a number plate stamp, and then found a relatively remote table to sit down.

The table was full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone for them to write.

The upstairs and downstairs guests were bustling, all discussing this literary talent with great interest.

After about a stick of incense, the crowd gradually gathered.

"Song Ge is here."

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and an old man with gray hair had a serious face, and people came forward to greet him along the way.

He was followed by three others, two of whom were older and one who looked a little younger.

Feng Yue watched the four people sitting on top of the four empty seats in the hall together, and there was a name note above their heads, and there would be an introduction when they clicked in.

This young man turned out to be a prince, named Zhao Jingrui, no wonder he sat on it and no one objected, it turned out to be a prince.

Feng Yue had nothing to do, just like Ling Heng reported the curtain, and told the identities and names of these four people.

Soon the literary ceremony officially began, and a two-meter-long pole rose in the center of the hall, on which hung a long white paper.

"Please ask Song Ge Lao to ask the question."

Feng Yue kept sliding the game interface, and actually saw an acquaintance here, this acquaintance had a name note on his head, Ling Da, which was particularly conspicuous among the game villains who didn't even have faces.

I didn't expect this straw bag to come to the text.,Looking at the appearance of the thief's eyebrows, it's not a good person.,I guess it's also a fun time to come this time.。

However, Feng Yue guessed wrong this time, Ling Da didn't come this time to join in the fun, but to win the first place, so that he could get more money in front of Fang Miaoran.

On his left and right sides are the knife catchers he paid for, used to cheat for him, he has no two taels of ink in his stomach, and he knows that he can't win the first place, so he can only use this method.

The topic has come out, this time it is seven words, and the talents are all thinking hard and meditating, wanting to win the first place.

Ling Heng was not in a hurry, and waited until the incense was about to burn out, and then he picked up the pen and wrote down a seven-word poem, which was signed and breezed.

Feng Yue was a little strange, why did he use this name, he always felt a little weird?

Isn't it Qingfeng Mingyue, coping with his own fake name?

Feng Yue thought about it and felt that it was impossible, this should just be a game program, or maybe it was a coincidence, besides, the current Wencai value of the cub has exceeded 100, and it is more than enough to face a scene like Wencai.

Suddenly, the progress bar was pulled on the screen, and suddenly the rankings began to be announced.

Qingfeng's name was at the top of the list, which made Feng Yuexiao excited, and sure enough, his own cub was the most powerful.

"Cub, you're awesome." Feng Yue did not hesitate to praise, although he had already expected this result.

Ling Heng hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"What the hell is the name?" Ling Da couldn't help but scold, "It's still Qingfeng, I'm still in the southeast and northwest winds, you two wastes, what am I inviting you to do here, you haven't even entered the top three." ”