I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

These sons of aristocratic families are all talented and learned. The so-called impromptu poems are nothing more than taking out the previous poems and reciting them.

And this refers to objects to write poetry, it is not a small difficulty!

"The first one lasted for an hour. You can write poems on rice paper and hand them over to the waiter to recite!"

The maid smiled.

All the princes are holding pens and writing on the rice paper.

Gong Ziliang also picked up the pen, and at the same time, it was raining lightly outside the house.

"Torrential rain was dripping, and pedestrians slipped on the road."

"The merchants looked back on the way, and the three or five children laughed."

Soon, the first poem was read out.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, can this also be called poetry?

Gong Ziliang is also full of black lines, but the level of his own poetry is probably the same.

Culture is limited, everything happens.

Half an hour passed quietly, and dozens of poems were read out.

All are hilarious works.

Finally, the poem of a prince on the third floor was read out.

"One up, one up, one up, look at the top of the mountain."

"The universe is only in the grasp, and the five lakes and four seas return to see it."

"I don't know who this young master is, but the poems are so wonderfully written!"

The other prince stood up and bowed his hands.

"My son is Yin Zhiping, the son of the King of the Pingjiang Dynasty. In addition to his outstanding literary talent, his strength is to reach the peak of the Xuanwu realm when he is weak!"

Shuyi next to the prince stood up and said proudly.

"It turned out to be the prince of Duke Zhenguo of the Pingjiang Dynasty. It really is a good poem with far-reaching implications. The first two sentences seem to describe the twists and turns of life!"

"The last two sentences, implemented in the full text, seem to be entrusted to the heart of the prince, and the ambition to pacify the ten states and the four seas should be handed down as an article!"

The prince praised without hesitation.

"The universe is only in control, and if you look back at all corners of the country, it should be said that the prince already has certainty in his heart, and everything is ready and only owed to the east wind!"

...

Hearing this person's identity, all the princes present praised him.

Young Master Liang just wanted to ask, won't your conscience hurt?

This is simply an unpopular limerick, is this a handed down article?

Even Lin Anruo in the veil, looking at Yin Zhiping, couldn't help but look around.

Indeed, these verses, in this world, are already considered to be of the highest quality.

Compared with the previous torrential rain, it was more than a star and a half.

Yin Zhiping is also very useful for the touts of these individuals.

You must know this poem, but he created it after years of brewing and painstaking efforts.

It is natural to receive such praise!

"In my opinion, today's poetry meeting is no longer necessary. Who else can surpass Yin Gongzi's song?"

"Yes, I'll wait for Gan Bai to lose the wind!"

...

Another brainless brag.

Gong Ziliang finally started writing, looking at the light rain that was pattering outside the window.

Write hard.

When he stopped writing, the maid who picked up the rice paper was stunned!

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and recited the content on the rice paper.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, but the grass looks far away, but there is nothing."

The first couplet of two sentences shocked everyone.

The previously noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, but the grass looks far away, but there is nothing!"

The description is not exactly the scene on the street outside the wine shop!

Huge attic hall.

The few princes who had spared no effort to tout Yin Zhiping just a moment ago, after the maid slowly read out the two lines of poetry on the paper, they were instantly infected by the artistic conception and immersed in it.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, and the grass looks far away...but there is nothing close..."

Lin Anruo's face was hidden under the veil, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he murmured, the splendor that appeared from the bottom of his eyes undoubtedly showed that his heart had been moved.

"Hmph, what **** rain, grass, is comparable to the spirit of my family's heir to hold the world and look back from all over the world?"

Beside Yin Zhiping, the book boy saw that after the maid recited the poems of Gong Ziliang, his master turned from a red flower to a green leaf that sets off others, and immediately made a strange tune.

As soon as the voice came out, everyone's mind was immediately pulled back to reality.

Immediately, seeing the uncontrollable anger on Yin Zhiping's face, they quickly swallowed the words of praise that had already reached their mouths.

The Pingjiang Dynasty was extremely powerful, and it was at the forefront among the many dynasties under the Bifang Dynasty.

And because of Yin Zhiping's identity, even if the prince of the Monet Dynasty came in person, he had to give him three points of courtesy. How could these people dare to touch each other's bad head.

While bowing their heads, everyone did not forget to secretly cast a peripheral light towards Young Master Liang.

The clay figurines are still three-pointed, if they want to come.

Young Master Liang wrote such a masterpiece in front of such beauties as Lin Anruo, which should have made a splash.

Now being vilified as bullshit, even out of fear of Jun Zhiping's identity, it is inevitable that there will be a battle between gentlemen.

However, they were surprised, or rather disappointed.

Gong Ziliang had a smile on his face at this moment, just like what he said just now, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

In contrast, the shape of the book boy beside Yin Zhiping became more and more desperate.

Yin Zhiping's face drooped down. He put a lot of effort into this poetry meeting, just to be able to take Lin Anruo into his palm.

Who would have thought that in the middle of the road, a little white face was killed, and it was a bad thing for him!

Of Yin Zhiping's thoughts, Young Master Liang naturally didn't know, and he didn't bother to guess, he just wanted to quickly win the top prize so that he could get the token when the poem was over.

He waved his hand and motioned for the maid to continue reciting poetry.

His actions naturally attracted everyone's attention. Thinking that the first couplet just now was so brilliant, everyone including Yin Zhiping straightened their necks and wanted to hear how amazing it would be.

"It's the best thing to do in the spring, and the best people live in this capital."

The first couplet is written in a light rain like crispy, the grass is fresh and tender, and the poems are painted, like a picture scroll of early spring unfolding in front of everyone.

Beautiful!

As for the two sentences of Lianlian, the strokes of the pen changed, and the beautiful woman entered the painting.

The best spring of the year, but it can't compare to the beauty.

Where is the beauty?

In this capital, and even more in front of me, besides Lin Anruo, who else is there?

The maid's voice fell, and before everyone in the hall could taste it carefully, the corners of their mouths subconsciously evoked a smile.

When the word "beautiful" sounded, Yin Zhiping saw the fiery heat in Lin Anruo's eyes, and his face turned completely dark.

The next moment, he turned to Gong Ziliang, and the light in his slightly narrowed eyes became more and more cold.

On the other side, the maid's voice spread again after a short pause:

"Mo Daoqing is too busy to take care of each other, that is to say, there are no young people who are eager for spring."

"Pingqing first went to the river to see, the willow color is not deep now."

After reading the neck couplet and tail couplet in one breath, feeling the explicit emotion in it, the maid's cheeks were already blushing.