"Mr. Li is a man of great talent. I admire him."

Sima Jingwen narrowed his eyes, his tone unable to discern joy or anger, "It's just that this poem... is a little too... sharp."

Li Chengfeng had no interest in the black jade pen. He thought it was just a prize offered by the people to curry favor with the King of Pingxi and the Sima family.

He took the pen and said, "Your Excellency is too kind. I was just writing down what I felt."

"If we can't even express this 'feeling,' then wouldn't this poetry gathering just become a stage for praising one's achievements?"

Sima Jingwen's face froze, but he couldn't get angry, so he could only laugh dryly and get away with it.

After seeing off all the guests, he immediately called over his confidants and ordered, "Go and investigate! This Li Feng, check him thoroughly! I want to see if he's truly talented or if he has ulterior motives!"

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Prince of Pingxi's Mansion was solemn.

Liu Xu was reporting the situation at the poetry meeting to Pingxi King Liu Zhenshan, especially Li Chengfeng's performance, which was described with exaggeration.

"Father, that Li Feng is a complete lunatic! His poem is clearly a veiled criticism of the Pingxi Palace!"

Liu Xu did not understand all of Li Chengfeng's poems, but he could understand a little from the reactions of the people at that time.

After listening to his son's narration, Liu Zhenshan frowned and tapped the table with his fingers, making a dull sound.

Li Feng, a name he had never heard of before, but in a short period of time, he stirred up the literary world of Xijing and even attracted his attention.

"It's incredible that a poor kid with an unknown background could have such talent."

Liu Zhenshan pondered for a moment, as if recalling the incident of beating the drum to appeal for justice in the yamen.

Maybe it has something to do with this Li Feng...

"It seems that there may be some secrets hidden behind this kid..."

"Father, do you want me to send someone..."