Girl, let me check it out.

Fang Weihan looked at his nose with his eyes and looked at his heart with his nose. He said nothing and pretended to be asleep.

What stands out is that it is harmless to people and animals.

"Brother Wang, what do you think of my poetry?"

Shen Yuanxing walked over with a proud look on his face.

When his poem was published, although he didn't win the first place, he was at least third place, which made him very satisfied.

You will definitely receive a flower card from a top star soon!

When he thought of this, Shen Yuanxing felt a little dizzy.

"No way."

Wang Zhiyou curled his lips.

"Besides, what kind of crappy name is that? It's long and smelly, and it has nothing to do with love."

"Brother Wang, this is wrong."

Shen Yuanxing was dissatisfied when he heard this.

"An inch longer, an inch stronger! And patriotism is also a kind of love, right? Why not?"

"Go, go, go away. Don't block me from hearing the result."

Wang Zhiyou pushed Shen Yuanxing impatiently.

"The next poem, 'Sorrow of Love', was written by Wang Boguang of the Uehara Wang family. After discussion among us sisters, it can be ranked with the champion of this poetry competition."

Feihong smiled sweetly and took out another piece of paper and handed it to everyone.

Another wave of cheers rang out, and the people present cast various glances at Wang Boguang with admiration, jealousy, or awe.

The noise this time was even louder than when Shen Yuanxing was mentioned just now.

After all, the Shangyuan Wang family is the number one family in the world, and Wang Boguang is the son of the current secretary. Moreover, he is well-known and has a good reputation among all classes and families in Changming.

This style is much better than Shen Yuanxing's.

Wang Boguang had a faint smile on his face and bowed to everyone who came to congratulate him.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually somewhat confused inside.

With the level of my poetry, how could I not even get first place?

Who is the winner of this poetry competition?

Talents like this must be recruited into the ranks of my Shangyuan Wang family.

Wang Boguang made up his mind secretly.

"Tsk, Wang Boguang has started again."

Wang Zhiyou spat secretly.

"What a hypocrite."

Shen Yuanxing sighed and patted Wang Zhiyou on the shoulder.

"Brother Wang, it would be great if you were really the champion of this poetry competition. We wouldn't be suppressed by Wang Boguang."

Wang Zhiyou sneered.

"What a joke! Isn't the Wang family of Langya much better than the barbarians of Hedong? How could we fall behind?"

"Just wait and see, the first place will definitely still be ours."

He stood up, took out his folding fan and opened it with a rustling sound.

"You two, stand here and don't move. I will go and get the leader back for you!"

Wang Zhiyou left this sentence and walked leisurely towards the jade stage.

His powerful aura of confidence made people around him look at him sideways and make way for him.

Shen Yuanxing sighed deeply again.

"If I were the top pick, I would definitely throw it away without even looking at his dog-crawling handwriting."

"Aren't you right, Wei Han?"

Fang Weihan blinked.

Don't ask me, I'm just a poor and helpless little prince who got lost.

I do not know anything.

"Maybe?"

Shen Yuanxing shook his head and patted Fang Weihan on the shoulder.

"Even if his handwriting is really shitty, you don't laugh at him. Wei Han, you are a kind person."

No, I'm just wondering if Wang Zhiyou will bite me to death later... Fang Weihan stiffened for a moment, and a polite smile appeared on his face.

"I just don't know who is at the top of the list. Even Wang Boguang, who is good at poetry and prose, was surpassed by him."

Shen Yuanxing sighed.

"Now I am going to announce the winner of this poetry competition..."

Feihong slowly pulled out the last piece of paper with a smile on her face.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, waiting to hear the name of the winner of this poetry competition.

"Who is this leader?"

"Could it be that one of the top students from the Imperial College has come?"

"Even Mr. Wang Boguang's poems are slightly inferior. I am really curious!"

"I believe this person must be a talented person! We should make friends with him."

Wang Zhiyou heard the discussions of the people around him, straightened his chest, and was ready to go on stage and accept everyone's attention.

Feihong glanced in Fang Weihan's direction with a playful expression, then slightly opened her red lips.

"The champion of this poetry gathering is..."

"Your Highness Prince Guangling, this is Master Fang Weihan."

The noisy sounds in the hall suddenly disappeared as these words came out.

Suddenly, one could hear a pin drop in the Huanhua Tower.

Wang Zhiyou’s steps froze.

Like a cold stone sculpture.

Fang... Fang Weihan?

Chapter 14: Poetry Overwhelms the Audience

"Did I hear correctly? Leader Feihong just said he was the King of Guangling?"

"Is it that dandy who does all kinds of evil? Can he write poetry?"

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

Everyone whispered.

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

But now that Fang Weihan had won the first prize, they would rather believe that it was the poems that Fang Weihan copied, and even suspected that the leaders of Huanhua Tower had made a mistake. No one thought that Fang Weihan had written the poems on his own.

Imperial power declined, and aristocratic families seized power; the wounds of the past are still hurting today.

This is how human nature is, and there is nothing to blame.

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

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

"Wei...Wei Han? What on earth did you write?"

The shock Fang Weihan brought to him today was really too much.

Is this really the uneducated and dissolute little prince as rumored?

Fang Weihan could only try his best to keep smiling.

He even deliberately smiled a little silly to make himself look more friendly.

"Bo Guang, this..."

Lu Shengxiang asked in doubt.

He absolutely didn't believe that Fang Weihan could write a poem that could top the poetry competition.

He is just an uneducated and unskillful bootlicker. He is not a bad person, but he definitely has no talent.

How could he possibly surpass 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 eyes unclear.

interesting.

His eyes were dark and unclear.

"Now I will take over and recite the poem "Writing Love" by His Royal Highness Prince Guangling."

Feihong took in all the expressions of the people below the stage and sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, these people did not believe that Prince Guangling could write such a poem.

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

But after hearing the poem, these people probably won’t think so.

This is a poem that will be passed down through the ages. Who else could he plagiarize?

She opened her mouth slowly, her voice mellow and alluring, as if a red silk was brushing across the tip of the heart.

"The precious mat with ripples on the water is filled with endless thoughts, and the good time of a thousand miles ends in one night."

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

Just based on the imagery and emotions in the first two couplets, this poem is no less than Wang Boguang’s previous love poem.

An absolutely top-notch work.

The first two couplets are so amazing, so what are the last two sentences?

Everyone concentrated their attention and heard:

"From now on, I have no desire to love the good night, and I will let the bright moon go down to the west tower."

Feihong 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 sigh.

What a nice view.

Is the person who wrote this poem really an uneducated and evil young man as rumored?

Your Highness Prince Guangling, Feihong is very curious about you.

Feihong glanced at Fang Weihan in the distance and pursed her bright red lips.

We have to move faster and not let those little hooves get the upper hand.

She thought silently.

The scene remained in complete silence.

But this time I was shocked by a poem.

"So beautiful."

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