Girl, let me check it out.

This sound seemed to break some shackles, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became warm.

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

A young man dressed as a scholar had tears in his eyes.

He truly felt the emotions behind the poem and was deeply moved by it.

Was this poem written by Prince Guangling?

Who is he? What kind of person is he?

"The Great 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!"

"I can hear such a masterpiece before I die. I have no regrets."

Someone nearby obviously recognized this person's identity and asked respectfully:

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

Wang Chenglun, the director of the Imperial College, calmed down his excitement.

"It is extremely direct and thorough, and the emotion is endless. It should be very vivid!"

He made a judgment, took out a piece of paper and wrote it down hastily.

He wanted to take this poem back to the Imperial College and let those uneducated bastards take a good look at it!

"Not cold yet, not cold yet!"

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

Shen Yuanxing was filled with envy. He turned around and was about to hit Fang Weihan, but missed.

"What about people?"

He looked in confusion and found that Fang Weihan was walking straight towards Wang Zhiyou's direction.

"Brother Wang, please lend me your fan."

"By the way, this fan isn't expensive, is it?"

Fang Weihan casually took out the folding fan from Wang Zhiyou, who still had a dazed look on his face.

"Not expensive, I have plenty of this..."

He answered subconsciously, and stretched out his hand to grab at the air twice in vain.

When Wang Zhiyou reacted, his face was filled with grief and anger.

"Too much, really too much, Fang Weihan, you are going too far!"

Wang Zhiyou felt that the whole world was deceiving him.

You clearly praised my poetry and you clearly smiled when I was showing off.

Why do you steal the glory from my heart now?

He was like a fallen girl who had been deceived in love, helpless and pitiful.

"It must be that those top stars cannot understand my extraordinary literary talent. That must be it."

"Haha, that must be it."

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

"My fucking fan, you bastard Fang Weihan!"

"Everyone."

Fang Weihan stood on the stage and spoke loudly.

"Please listen to me."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Weihan, waiting for this prince to make an unusual statement.

"I know you are all very puzzled by my writing such a poem."

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

That was his dignity as a member of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the pressure he brought as a prince with 40,000 households.

"You may think that I stole this poem..."

In fact, they were right.

Fang Weihan laughed at himself in his heart but did not show it on his face.

"But I have a question: From whom did I steal this poem?"

Everyone was stunned by his question.

He was right. A poem of this level would be difficult to produce even if all the poets in the world were gathered together, let alone those present.

It is easy to cheat in an exam, but it is almost impossible to be the best in the country.

In other words, once this peerless poem was published, the suspicion that Fang Weihan had used someone else's hand to write it was basically ruled out.

"This poem was written when I was missing Xie's daughter. Every word of my poem is true and there is no falsehood in it."

There was nothing false back then, but that may not be the case now.

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

Sure enough, after these words were spoken, many people in the audience showed a look of understanding.

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

So it all makes sense.

Some people even showed some mischievous and ambiguous expressions.

It is true that young men have a hard time resisting the temptation of beautiful women.

Chapter 15 Card King

"There is absolutely no intention to falsify this matter, why are you suspicious?"

Fang Weihan raised his voice, took out the folding fan and pointed it forward.

"This love to me is like light to a firefly. If I get it, I live; if I lose it, I die. How can I lie?"

"This is my folding fan. If what I said is false, I will make sure that this fan dies with me!"

"Now I will smash the fan to stand up, to dispel your doubts!"

Fang Weihan's hand was filled with blood and energy. He added it to the folding fan and threw it down fiercely.

The folding fan fell to the ground, the ribs fell off, the ribs scattered, and the pine and bamboo painted on the fan were spread on the ground, still as lush as ever.

Fang Weihan looked at everyone present with calm eyes, without saying a word.

There were indeed too many quiet moments in Huanhua Tower today.

Feihong looked at Fang Weihan from the side with a bright look, her beautiful eyes not blinking.

She was sure that Fang Weihan was not a playboy at all.

Throwing a fan with one hand today is simply not something that a dandy can do.

First he wrote a poem to shock everyone, then he explained the origin of the poem to dispel everyone's suspicion, and finally he smashed the fan to frighten the villain, using both soft and hard tactics.

With this skill, you tell me he is a playboy?

Feihong believes that Fang Weihan’s current solution is the best one.

Thinking of this, she became even more curious about Fang Weihan.

Change clothes!

Change your clothes immediately!

Feihong left in a hurry.

The people in the audience were shocked beyond words. It seemed like they were recognizing Fang Weihan for the first time.

In the past, he was just a little prince who was favored by the emperor and had very corrupt character.

But now it seems that all these are false.

"The style of Taizu."

Wang Chenglun thought silently in his heart.

He decided to establish a good relationship with His Royal Highness Prince Guangling in the future.

There are probably quite a few people here who hold this idea.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally, led by someone, they all started applauding.

Fang Weihan bowed in return and nodded with a smile.

In the distance, a pair of cold eyes were watching this scene indifferently.

Wang Boguang hung the jade pendant back around his waist, stood up and brushed his sleeves.

"Let's go."

Wang Boguang said to Lu Shengxiang indifferently.

"To the Ministry of Finance?"

Lu Shengxiang withdrew his gaze from the stage in the distance, looking a little unhappy.

He also didn't expect that Fang Weihan had such skills.

Could it be possible that he has been pretending all these years?

This person's scheming is so unfathomable?

"No, let's go to Linhefang."

"Linhefang? What are you going there for?"

Lu Shengxiang was a little confused.

"Visit the Xie Mansion."

Wang Boguang took a bamboo hat from his follower, pushed open the door, and walked into the misty spring rain outside the window.

Lu Shengxiang stared out the window.

I saw a white light winding across the sky and suddenly exploded at the horizon, stretching Wang Boguang's shadow extremely long.

"Boom!"

Another spring rain is coming.

Lu Shengxiang put on a bamboo hat and hurriedly led everyone to catch up with Wang Boguang.

……

At this time, Wang Zhiyu was sitting with Shen Yuanxing. They ordered a few jars of Lanling Huadiao and drank it in big gulps.

"Fatty, you say."

Wang Zhiyou looked up at the ceiling with a dull look in his eyes.

"Wei Han won the first prize in the poetry competition. I should be happy for him."

"Wang Boguang left in disgrace, so I should be happy too."

"Why am I unhappy when two happy things happen at the same time?"

"why?"

Shen Yuanxing patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Brother Wang, this is called the end of the world, you have to hedge against it."

Wang Zhiyou raised his head and drank the glass of wine again, and his eyes lit up when he heard the words.

“How to hedge?”