The signed poems written by everyone were put away, and a note was pasted at everyone's name. In this way, no one knows who wrote which one.

Everyone find a place to sit. Feng Qianwei sits next to Feng Jiumu.

"Elder brother, who is master Tang? Why haven't I met him?"

Feng Qianwei inquired. There is really little useful information in her memory. Most of them are memories of being bullied, which is not helpful to her.

The grand lady of Fengfu should have been loved by thousands of people, but she was so embarrassed. I really feel sad for her.

Fortunately, with her grandfather, brother and mother protecting her, she could live safely until she was 19.

"Master Tang is a famous feng shui master on the mainland. If he hadn't been born in our Ziyun country and had some friends with our grandfather, I'm afraid it would be difficult to ask him to give you some advice."

Feng Jiumu briefly introduces master Tang. He is not only proficient in Feng Shui, but also a great writer and the old cabinet of Wenxing tower.

Countless talented people hope to get the comments of master Tang. If they can get the affirmation of master Tang, they will be solicited by countless big countries.

"Master Tang has just arrived at home. Wei Wei has not seen it yet, but the news of those people is really good, and I don't know how many eyeliners I have arranged in my house."

This huge Fengfu seems to have unlimited scenery. In fact, it is changeable and dangerous step by step.

"Uh huh."

Feng Qianwei learns that master Tang is very powerful, but she is looking forward to it.

Soon, master Tang came here and learned that it was an elegant thing for talented women of various aristocratic families to fight poetry. He did not refuse to judge.

He and master Feng haven't seen each other for many years. In fact, he wants to talk about the past.

He was thin, dressed in a turquoise robe and his hair was combed meticulously, but he had the temperament of bone fairy wind.

But his complexion was not good, he looked very pale, and there was a dark smell all over him.

"Master Tang is in poor health and looks dead. I'm afraid he's terminally ill."

When Feng Qianwei saw master Tang appear, she immediately concluded that he was ill.

But she didn't say it. She didn't know medicine in everyone's eyes. Even if she said it, no one believed it.

"Old Tang, I'll trouble you again this time."

Old man Feng smiled on his wrinkled face. When he saw that his old friend was willing to come and help, his heart was warm.

With master Tang's current status, you can ignore their little wind family.

"Brother, don't be polite to me."

Master Tang walked to the wall full of poems, and Yun Liangze also came over.

Master Tang looked up at him and was shocked.

He is not only good at watching Feng Shui astrology, but also looks. When he saw Yun Liangze, he knew that he was an unspeakable man.

The eyebrows are like dragons, the heaven receives spirits, and the face is full of divine light.

The master once told him that such a person is called the "son of heaven".

"Yunshao will be the judge with you. He is a distinguished guest of our Fengfu. I hope Lao Tang doesn't mind."

Master Feng said, lest master Tang be arrogant and contradict Yun Liangze.

"Don't mind! Don't mind!"

Master Tang was lucky to see such a great hero. He was so excited that he would not mind.

If he is a mess, he must be unhappy.

"Then please start!"

They nodded and began to look serious.