I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

If Lin An couldn't hold back his feelings, Lian Bu moved lightly and was about to step forward.

Taking the rice paper from the maid's hand, I heard a cold voice not far away: "Hmph, I didn't expect Xiao Chaicheng, and Liang Gongzi and other talented people."

The source of the sound is naturally Yin Zhiping.

Although the Zhenguo Gongfu does not pass on poetry and books, Yin Zhiping still has a basic ability to appreciate poetry and prose.

Until Gong Ziliang's poem came out, the result of the first session of the poetry festival had lost its suspense.

Let the book boy come forward on his own behalf, belittle and ridicule the other party, and only himself will be embarrassed.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to admit defeat.

Casting a look at Lin Anruo's maid, the struggling expression on the latter's face lasted for less than a moment, and then said:

"Young Master Liang's talent in this poem is indeed brilliant, but he pays too much attention to the personal relationship of his children. He loves the manly spirit of Jiangshan more than Yin Shizi's love of beauty. After all, he is a little inferior."

"So in this game, Yin Shizi and Liang Gongzi are equal, do you think it's okay?"

As soon as the maid finished speaking, several princes in the crowd immediately waved their arms and protested loudly, saying that Yin Zhiping's "handed down articles" should be better than the prince's good poetry!

Lin Anruo's eyes flashed alternately with anger and anger. She looked at the maid, but she quickly thought of something. She bit her lips under the veil and had to announce the first draw.

Although the princes were not convinced by this result, they finally accepted it after Yin Zhiping's kind persuasion.

Seeing Yin Zhiping and several noble sons singing together, Young Master Liang just shook his head and chuckled, and didn't mean to stand up for it.

His posture was seen by those noble sons, and he only thought he was afraid.

"This guy is the little white-faced helper that Lin Anruo found? Poetry is a bit of a talent, but a person is an out-and-out softie!"

"It seems that today, Brother Yin Shizi will definitely be able to get what he wants and bring the beauty back."

"Come on, before the second session of the poetry festival starts, let me drink this cup first, and congratulate Brother Yin Shizi!"

Several princes even tore off their disguise, raised their wine glasses and shouted loudly.

Yin Zhiping also took advantage of the opportunity to hold up the wine glass, his face was gloomy and swept away, and he turned to spring breeze.

Looking at Yin Zhiping and the domineering performances of Yin Zhiping and the apparently bought sons, Lin Anruo's body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She was born in the Lin clan of the Bifang Dynasty, and was originally the daughter of a noble family. However, because of her natural charm, she was coveted by a strong man who was about to enter the realm of the gods. She forced her way into the Lin family to take her away.

In the end, after the family paid a great price, the opponent was repelled.

But her physique secret was also leaked out.

As a last resort, Lin Anruo had to take a few maids, leave the family, and go to a remote dynasty to hide.

In order to be able to return to the family one day, Lin Anruo did not hesitate to show his charm, wandering and mediating among the princes of several great dynasties, trying to find a powerful force among them who was willing to protect the Lin family.

But after several twists and turns, before she could find a suitable candidate, what she did to the princes of several dynasties had already attracted the attention of many emperors.

Therefore, she planned to determine the final candidates through today's poetry meeting.

The children of noble families and nobles of the dynasty present, including Yin Zhiping, were all candidates that Lin Anruo had identified in advance.

According to the plan, in this poetry meeting, all parties will inevitably fight for her.

But how could she have thought that she had vowed a few days ago that even if she was an enemy of the world, she would not fail her several princes. Today, they have all turned to Yin Zhiping.

Even the personal maid brought from the family was bribed by Yin Zhiping without Si Hao's knowledge, making Lin Anruo completely lose control of the situation.

"The Pingjiang Dynasty has the ambition to embezzle all directions, but how could the hero of the Bifang Dynasty just sit back and watch it grow?"

"When the Pingjiang Dynasty raises its troops, I'm afraid it will also be the period when the Bifang Dynasty's troops are swept away!"

"If you are committed to Yin Zhiping, you will not be able to protect yourself when you overthrow the nest, and you will have to implicate the family..."

Many thoughts flashed through Lin Anruo's mind, and they covered her face with a tulle, and her expression became extremely bitter.

Before the poetry meeting, she had already said something, and she wanted to find the most outstanding person for the literary talent.

Now even if she wants to change her mouth, she will only let Yin Zhiping take this opportunity to attack.

As for Gong Ziliang, it was not in her plan from the beginning.

It was just three days ago that Young Master Chen Ping'an was jealous of his hatred.

And the latter was unmoved by the charm she performed through Qin Yin, which made her temporarily invite Gong Ziliang over.

And since the young master Yin Zhiping slandered and slandered, Lin Anruo already understood the opponent's position.

Turning his head and looking around, as expected, Young Master Liang sat there, as if nothing was happening, and even had a leisurely toast to drink slowly, causing Lin Anruo's heart to sink to the bottom of the valley quickly.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, the second session of this poetry meeting, let's start as soon as possible."

At this moment, Yin Zhiping hesitated and urged to speak out.

Lin Anruo's delicate body trembled, and she gave Young Master Liang a deep look, gritted her silver teeth, and said, "The second session of the Poetry Festival is to write a poem by referring to objects, and the title is "Jiang"!

The moment Lin Anruo blurted out the word "Jiang", the pride on Yin Zhiping's face suddenly froze.

Before the poetry meeting, he had already received news from Lin Anruo's maid, and the title of the second poetry meeting was clearly "Sword".

So in addition to the previous work, he specially spent a lot of money to hire a great scholar from the Pingjiang Dynasty to write a poem.

Who would have thought that Lin Anruo would change the title on the spot!

What makes Yin Zhiping even more unbearable is that Lin Anruo gave what the word "Jiang" in the title refers to, which is very clear!

The next moment, in Yin Zhiping's cold eyes, the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point, and he stared at Gong Ziliang with a flickering cold light.

Those princes also had evil spirits in their eyes. If their eyes could kill people, it would be more than enough to poke Young Master Liang into a sieve.

"The surnamed Lin is planning to push me into the fire pit."

Instantly became the target of public criticism.

Gong Ziliang's face remained unmoved. There was a coldness deep inside.

Yin Zhiping and these people naturally cannot pose any threat to him.

But if other people are sitting in his position at the moment, no matter what they do next, they will inevitably be retaliated by Yin Zhiping afterwards.

Lin Anruo obviously did not take this into consideration.

As he was considering whether to leave with a flick of his sleeves and let Lin Anruo clean up the mess himself, or to stay for the token, he heard Yin Zhiping say:

"Yin Mou believes that the word "Jiang" is not qualified as the finale topic."

"That's why Yin suggested that the title should be "sword."

After Yin Zhiping's unstoppable voice spread, everyone in the hall began to bury their heads in writing.