girl let me check

Chapter 14
"Did I hear you right? Feihong Xingshou just said that he is the King of Guangling?"

"That dandy who does all kinds of evil? He can also write poetry?"

"How is it possible? Where did you copy it from?"

The crowd whispered.

When they congratulated Wang Boguang just now, they were generous with their compliments.

But now that Fang Weihan has won the leader, they would rather believe that Fang Weihan copied the poems, and even suspected that the leaders of Huanhualou were mistaken, but no one thought that Fang Weihan made the poems by himself.

The imperial power is declining, and the aristocratic family is taking power; the wounds of the past are still painful today.

That's the way the human heart is, and there's nothing wrong with it.

His past reputation was like a shackle imposed on him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Shen Yuanxing twisted his neck stiffly little by little, and looked at Fang Weihan beside him.

"Wei... Weihan? What did you write?"

Fang Weihan shocked him too much today.

Is this really the ignorant and ignorant young prince in the rumors?
Fang Weihan could only try his best to keep smiling.

He even smiled silly on purpose to make himself look more friendly.

"Boguang, this..."

Lu Shengxiang asked in surprise.

To say that Fang Weihan could write this kind of poem that can be the top of the poetry list, he absolutely does not believe it.

Then it's just an ignorant dog licking, not bad, but definitely not very talented.

How could it be possible to overwhelm Wang Boguang in poetry and prose?
"Look again."

Wang Boguang slowly stroked the jade pendant in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

He looked at Fang Weihan who was standing quietly in the distance, his gaze was unclear.

interesting.

His eyes were darkened.

"Next, the little girl will temporarily recite His Royal Highness Guangling's "Writing Love"."

Fei Hong had a panoramic view of the expressions of all the people in the audience, and secretly sneered.

Sure enough, these people did not believe that King Guangling could write such poems.

It seems that Fang Weihan's reputation in the circle is really bad.

But after this group of people heard the poem, they might not think so.

This is the first poem that can be passed down through the ages. Who can he copy?
She spoke slowly, her voice was mellow and seductive, as if a red silk had brushed past her heart.

"Water-patterned treasures are longing for long-term thoughts, and the best days of thousands of miles will rest overnight."

When everyone heard this, the whispers became quieter and gradually disappeared.

Just because of the imagery and sentiments of the first two couplets, this poem is no less than that of Wang Boguang's just now.

An absolute masterpiece.

The first two couplets are so amazing, so what are the last two sentences?
Everyone concentrated, only to hear:

"From now on, I have no heart to love Liang Ye, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon."

Fei Hong gently closed the paper, and sighed softly.

Even though it was not the first time she saw this poem, she still couldn't help but want to sigh.

What a nice view.

Is the person who wrote this poem really an ignorant and ignorant young man, as it is said in legend?
His Royal Highness Guangling, Feihong is very curious about you.

Fei Hong looked at Fang Weihan in the distance, and pursed her bright red lips.

Move quickly in a while, don't let those little hooves take the lead.

She thought silently.

The scene remained silent.

But this time I was shocked by a poem.

"So beautiful."

After an unknown amount of time, someone muttered to himself.

This sound seemed to break some shackles, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became heated.

"This poem... this poem..."

A young man dressed as a scholar burst into tears.

He really felt the emotion behind the poem and was deeply impressed by it.

Was this poem written by King Guangling?

who is he?What kind of character is he?

"Da Zhou has never produced such a masterpiece in recent years!"

An old man with a white beard was very excited.

"How many years, how many years!"

"The old man can still hear such a masterpiece before he dies, it really is a death without regret."

Someone next to him obviously recognized the identity of this person, and asked respectfully:

"Wang Siye, what do you think of this poem?"

Wang Chenglun, Secretary of the Imperial Academy, calmed down his excitement.

"Extremely straight and full of enthusiasm. It should be vivid!"

He made a conclusion, took out a piece of paper and hurriedly recorded it.

He wants to bring this poem back to the Imperial College, so that those bastards who are not good at learning can take a good look at it!

"Wei Han, Wei Han!"

"After you teach me how to write poetry, I also want to be like you, write such poems, and reach the pinnacle."

Shen Yuanxing looked envious, he was about to slap Fang Weihan backhanded, but he missed it.

"What about people?"

He looked around suspiciously, and found that Fang Weihan was walking straight in Wang Zhiyou's direction.

"Brother Wang, lend me the fan."

"By the way, this fan is not expensive, is it?"

Fang Weihan casually pulled out his folding fan from Wang Zhiyou who was still looking dull.

"It's not expensive, I have many of these..."

He replied subconsciously, and the outstretched hand grabbed the air twice in vain.

After reacting, Wang Zhiyou's face was full of grief and indignation.

"Too born, really too born, Fang Weihan, you are too deceitful!"

Wang Zhiyou felt that the whole world was deceiving him.

Obviously you still praised my poems well, and you smiled when I was pretending.

Why now you stole the glory on the tip of my heart?

He is like a lost girl whose feelings have been cheated, helpless and pitiful.

"It must be that the group of top players can't understand my peerless literary talent, it must be like this."

"Haha, it must be so."

Wang Zhiyou convinced himself that he wanted to shake the folding fan subconsciously, but found that the folding fan had been taken away.

"I'm a fucking fan, bastard Fang Weihan!"

"Everyone."

Fang Weihan stood on the stage and said loudly.

"Please listen to me."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Weihan, waiting for the vassal king's uncharacteristic speech.

"I know that you are very puzzled that I made such a poem."

Fang Weihan's eyes slowly swept across the audience, and there was an unquestionable attitude in his plain eyes.

That is his dignity as the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the coercion of being the prince of [-] households in the city.

"You wait for this poem to be stolen from me..."

In fact they were right.

Fang Weihan laughed at himself inwardly, but his face remained calm.

"However, I have a question: who did I steal such a poem from?"

Everyone was taken aback by his question.

He was right, a poem of this level, let alone all the people present, would be difficult to produce even if the poets from all over the world gathered together.

It is easy to cheat in exams, but it is almost impossible to become the number one in the country.

In other words, as soon as this peerless poem came out, the suspicion that Fang Weihan borrowed someone else's hand was basically ruled out.

"This poem was written by me in memory of Mrs. Xie's daughter. The emotional lines are true, and the words are true."

There was no falsehood back then, but it is not necessarily the case now.

Using Xie Lingwan as his shield, Fang Weihan said flatly.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, many people in the audience showed a clear look.

This Fang Weihan is a well-known dog-licking dog in Changming City, and this poem can barely be regarded as the pinnacle of dog-licking literature.

So it all makes sense.

Some people even showed a little narrow and ambiguous expressions.

Sure enough, the young man was sad about the confidante.

(End of this chapter)