"The second place in the top three of the Psalms this time is you, Lin Feng! Congratulations." Wang Wenjing announced the result with a smile.

"Second place!"

Wang Wenjing's good news was like a thunder for Lin Feng. The latter was stunned and stunned. The expression was stiff and his expression was dull. The three big words "second place" kept appearing in his mind!

"This... how is this possible? How could I be the second place!" Lin Feng shouted wildly in his heart, his mind full of disbelief.

He was so proud of Lin Feng. Except for the perverted man and woman in the National Education College today, he was unable to surpass himself, he had almost never been convinced by anyone in literature.

Even though at the birthday party of the prince today, countless high-ranking officials gathered together, and there were many capable people with real talents and knowledge, Lin Feng still did not think that anyone could surpass his level this time to perform this poem!

Even the two perverts in the academy may not be able to surpass them. He almost realized that when he completed this poem, he would definitely stand out and win the first place this time!

However, Wang Xiangguo now told himself that he had only won the second place, which made Lin Feng's proud heart accept it. He stayed there and did not respond for a long time.

Seeing this, Wang Wenjing thought Lin Feng was too nervous or was acting a little abnormal because he was too excited, so he smiled warmly and said, "Lin Feng, the poem you made this time is very amazing. It can be called a masterpiece. Even I am afraid I don't have such literary talent. It seems that Grand Secretary Lin Xuan's teachings to you are indeed very clever, and he can actually cultivate such a talented grandson."

Wang Wenjing's words finally brought the dull Lin Feng back to reality. Faced with Wang Xiangguo's praise, Lin Feng was not excited or happy at all. He just forced a smile and looked at Wang Wenjing and said, "You are too famous for Wang Xiangguo. I just have some attainments in poetry and couplets."

While Lin Feng was speaking, he was still constantly struggling with a question in his mind. Since Wang Wenjing said that his poems were written by generations, why could he not win the first place? Could anyone still be able to make poems better than this?

Isn’t a poem that can rank above this masterpiece? How is this possible? There has probably never been a poem like this in the entire Fengyun Kingdom for three hundred years!

Lin Feng couldn't help but wonder, could it be because of his identity? If the top three people in this time are the prince Xiang Qian or the princess Xiang Feier, as they are, they may be ranked ahead of him even if they are not as good as their poems. After all, they are Long Zi, how can they be willing to be the last one?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but realize that his mood improved a lot in an instant. Although he could not get the cloud weapon that he was determined to win, he could at least prove that he did not lose because of his literary talent, but because of his identity.

However, Lin Feng still asked curiously: "I dare to ask the Prime Minister, I wonder which talent was who won the top three list?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiangguo's face, which was originally with a warm smile, became slightly strange.

"Are you the top of these three firsts..." Wang Xiangguo's eyes wandered among the people on the field, and Wang Shouyi and Lin Feng's eyes followed closely, wanting to know who won the first place!

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How could such a person write a poem that surpasses himself? Isn’t this a big joke in the world? Being stepped on by Xiang Yun made Lin Feng’s face flushed almost ashamed and angry, and his expression was extremely difficult to see.

"Criminal...he really got the first place?" Lin Feng finally couldn't help but say this unwillingly. Although his tone could barely be considered gentle, the questioning was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenjing, with a kind face frowned slightly, but then he still felt relieved and said to Wang Shouyi and Lin Feng: "Don't worry, you two, this time, it's the prince and all the adults to review your poems together. Our sorting is absolutely fair and there will be no problems."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's dissatisfaction suddenly became even heavier. It was clear that these guys defended Xiang Yun and insisted on making him the first place. Otherwise, with Xiang Yun's level, even if there were a hundred Xiang Yun together, they would not be able to write poems that could surpass him.

It was clear that these officials wanted to please the king side by side and conduct secret operations, which made Xiang Yun the top of the list. Unexpectedly, the Prime Minister Wang dared to say that it was guaranteed fairness.

Sometimes literati are so stubborn, and even more so, Lin Feng, who is regarded as a genius, is even more so, even with Wang Wenjing's explanation, Lin Feng still bowed to Wang Wenjing and said, "Master, can I observe the prince's masterpiece?"

Wang Wenjing nodded and ordered people to bring a long table. First, he spread the poems of Wang Shouyi and Lin Feng on both sides. Then Wang Wenjing carefully placed the rice paper written by Xiang Yun in the middle. His cautious action seemed to be afraid of damage to the slightest bit of the rice paper.

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Seeing Wang Xiangguo's actions, Lin Feng couldn't help but secretly despise him in his heart, believing that Wang Xiangguo was really pretending to be so flattering that he actually treated the poems of a slander like Xiang Yun as a treasure, which was really hypocritical!

After taking Wang Wenjing to lay the rice paper, he waved to Lin Feng and Wang Shouyi, indicating that they could come over and observe.

Lin Feng and Wang Shouyi were already eager to see what kind of masterpiece this Prince Xiang could write, so the two of them took two steps at the same time and quickly walked to the desk and looked at the poem placed at the center of the desk!

The two of them looked different at this moment. Wang Shouyi was curious, while Lin Feng was implicitly sarcastic! However, when they looked down at the center of the desk, they were both stunned, and then they looked surprised and suspicious.

"This...this word is written..." Lin Feng and Wang Shouyi are both newcomers in the literary world. Although their research on poetry and techniques is not very profound, they are also considered unique people. They immediately realized that the calligraphy skills contained in the poem in front of them were almost at the peak!

"This... was this written by Xiang Yun?" Lin Feng immediately had this idea. He had seen the words written by Xiang Yun. The words written by this guy were crooked, just like an ant dancing. His husband criticized Xiang Yun's handwriting more than once.

"Is this kid practicing calligraphy hard in recent years?" Lin Feng couldn't help but guess, but he still felt a little incredible.

The two of them were surprised for a moment and began to read the content of the poem.

"When will the bright moon come..."
Chapter completed!