I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

The sons of these aristocratic families all have some talent and learning. The so-called impromptu poetry is nothing more than taking out the previous poems and reciting them.

And it is quite difficult to write poems referring to objects!

"The first session lasts for an hour. You all write poems on the rice paper and hand them over to the waiter to recite!"

The maid smiled.

All the princes raised their pens and began to write vigorously on the rice paper.

Gong Ziliang also picked up his pen, and at the same time, a light rain began to fall outside the house.

"Dripping in torrential rain, people slipping and falling on the road."

"On the way, the merchants looked back, and three or five children laughed at them."

Soon, the first poem was read out.

It immediately caused a burst of laughter, so can this 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 depends on fate.

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

All of them are ridiculous works.

Finally, the poems of a prince on the third floor were read out.

"Up and up and up and up, and see if you get to the top of the ridge."

"The universe is only in your hands, and you can see it from all corners of the world."

"I don't know who this young master is, but the poems and fus are so wonderful!"

The other prince stood up and cupped his hands.

"My son is Yin Zhiping, the son of Duke Zhen of the Pingjiang Dynasty. In addition to his outstanding literary talent, his strength has reached the peak of Xuanwu Realm in his weak years!"

Shuyi beside Shizi got up and said proudly.

"It turned out to be the eldest son of Duke Zhen of the Pingjiang Dynasty. It really is a good poem with profound meaning. The first two sentences seem to describe the twists and turns of life!"

"The last two sentences, carried through the whole text, seem to entrust the grand ambition of the prince to level the ten states and the four seas, and they should be handed down as articles!"

The prince praised without hesitation.

"The universe is only under control, and the five lakes and the four seas can be seen at a glance. It should be said that the son has already grasped the certainty in his heart. Everything is ready and only owes the east wind!"

...

Upon hearing the identity of this person, all the princes present praised him.

Regarding this, Gong Ziliang would like to ask, won't your conscience hurt?

This is simply a bad doggerel, is this an article handed down from generation to generation?

Even Lin Anruo, who was in the tulle, looked at Yin Zhiping, and couldn't help but have beautiful eyes.

Indeed, such verses, in this world, can already be regarded as the best works.

Compared with the torrential rain before, it was more than a little bit better.

Yin Zhiping also benefited greatly from these personal compliments.

You must know that this poem was created after years of deliberation and painstaking efforts.

Such praise is naturally deserved!

"In my opinion, there is no need to compare today's poems. Who else can surpass Mr. Yin's poem Climb the High!"

"That's right, I'm willing to bow down!"

...

Another burst of mindless bragging.

Gong Ziliang finally started to write, looking at the light rain outside the window.

Write fast.

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

Subconsciously swallowed, and recited the content on the rice paper.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing near it."

The first two sentences shocked everyone.

The previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing near it!"

What is depicted is not exactly the scene on the street outside the restaurant!

The huge attic main hall.

A few moments ago, the elder sons who were sparing no effort to praise Yin Zhiping, after the maid slowly read out the two poems on the paper, they were immediately infected by the artistic conception and immersed in it.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as soft as crisp, the grass looks far away...near but nothing..."

Lin Anruo's face was hidden under the tulle, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he murmured, the brilliance in his eyes undoubtedly showed that his heart had been touched.

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit, rain, grass, can compare to the courage of my family's heir to control the universe and look back from all corners of the world?"

Beside Yin Zhiping, the book boy saw that after the maid read Gong Ziliang's poems, his master turned from a red flower to a green leaf to set off others, and immediately made a strange sound.

As soon as the voice came out, everyone's minds were immediately drawn back to reality.

Immediately seeing Yin Zhiping's uncontrollable anger appearing on Yin Zhiping's face, they quickly swallowed the words of praise that were already on their lips.

The Pingjiang Dynasty was extremely powerful, ranking among the top dynasties under the Bifang Dynasty.

And with Yin Zhiping's status, even if the prince of the Monet dynasty came in person, he would have to give him three points of courtesy. How could they dare to touch the other party's bad luck.

Lowering their eyebrows and bowing their heads, everyone did not forget to sneak a glimpse of the corner of their eyes at Gongzi Liang.

The clay figurines are still angry, so it's up to them to think about it.

In front of Lin Anruo and other beauties, Gong Ziliang wrote such a peerless masterpiece, he should have been in the limelight.

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

However, they were surprised, or disappointed.

At this moment, Gong Ziliang had a calm and smiling attitude on his face, as if he didn't care about what he said just now.

In contrast, the shape of the book boy beside Yin Zhiping looked more and more frustrated.

Yin Zhiping's face drooped. He had put a lot of effort into this poetry meeting, just to be able to accept Lin Anruo as the object of his palm.

Unexpectedly, a little boy appeared in the middle of the road, ruining his good deeds!

Gong Ziliang naturally didn't know what Yin Zhiping was thinking, and he didn't bother to figure it out. He just wanted to get the first place quickly so that he could get the token at the end of the poem.

He waved his hand and signaled the maid to continue reciting poems.

His actions naturally attracted everyone's attention. Thinking of the two lines in the first couplet just now, everyone, including Yin Zhiping, straightened their necks and wanted to hear how amazing it would be in the future.

"The most important thing is the spring of the year. There are so many beautiful people living here."

The first couplet writes that the light rain is like crisp, the grass is fresh and tender, and the poems and prose are like a painting, just like spreading a picture scroll of early spring in front of everyone.

Beautiful!

As for the two sentences of the leading couplet, the pen is changed, and the beauty enters the painting.

This is the best spring of the year, but it can't compare to a beautiful woman.

Where is the beauty?

In this city, even more in front of our eyes, who else is there besides Lin Anruo?

The maid's voice fell, and before everyone in the hall had time to savor it carefully, the corners of their mouths subconsciously smiled.

Yin Zhiping's face completely darkened when he saw the blaze in Lin Anruo's eyes when the word "beautiful" was heard.

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

On the other side, after a brief pause, the voice of the maid came again:

"Mo Daoqing is too busy to take care of each other, that is, he has no youthful heart."

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

After reading the neck couplet and tail couplet in one breath, the maid's cheeks were flushed red as she felt the explicit emotion in it.