I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Chapter 35 Who Says I Can't Prove It?

Acrostic?

This novel word made all the literati around stunned, and then whispered to each other, discussing, "What is acrostic? Why have I never heard of it?"

"I've never heard of it, but looking at Bai Lin's meaning, it should mean that there are other meanings hidden in a poem, such as this Zhao Wencai will not die."

"Gao, no one has ever made such an interesting poem, how did Bai Lin know?"

Quietly, the eyes of those self-proclaimed literati and refined scholars around Bai Lin began to change.

However, the true meaning of the Tibetan acrostic poem was revealed, and the most embarrassing person was undoubtedly Zhao Wencai.

Not to mention that he is still a bachelor of Zhonggong, a gentleman of Jinxiang Academy, even if he is a literati at the beginning, he will not publish a work that scolds himself.

"Zhao Wencai, what's going on? Is this poem your work?" King Cheng Xiang's voice was full of anger.

Bang!

Zhao Wencai was so frightened by King Cheng Xiang's words that he fell to his knees, trembling all over his body, "King Cheng Xiang, please forgive me, this is not my work, I just wanted to take advantage of it, I deserve to die."

No way, no matter how much Zhao Wencai quibbles, it is useless, he can only tell the truth.

Bang!

After Zhao Wencai's words fell, King Cheng Xiang was slapped on the chair angrily, "Okay, Zhao Wencai, thanks to you, you are still a Grand Master of Taiwu Shengguo Zhonggong. Just what you have done, this is not an insult." Is it the name of a bachelor?"

"Besides, you are the master of Jinxiang Academy. After the royal family and all the ministers, they are all taught by you. Do you deserve to be a master? Are you planning to teach the future of Taiwu Shengguo like this?"

"Come here, come here, hit me, fifty heavy rods!"

Hula!

At the order of King Cheng Xiang, the armored guards moved around and dragged Zhao Wencai out of the gate of the Juwen Hall. The wooden tent with thick arms fell heavily on Zhao Wencai's body!

Even for ordinary military generals, the punishment of fifty heavy rods would cost half his life, not to mention that Zhao Wencai is just a frail scholar.

After fifty blows, his hair was disheveled and blood was foaming from his mouth, not to mention how miserable he looked.

Looking at Zhao Wencai, who looked a bit intrusive, Bai Lin walked up to him with a smack of mouth, and said softly: "Oh, the talented Zhao is indeed the most knowledgeable person in the Baicheng Bachelor, and a poem was awarded five times by King Cheng Xiang." Ten heavy sticks, Bai Lin is here to congratulate you."

puff! puff! puff!

At Bai Lin's words, Zhao Wencai was so angry that he spat out a few mouthfuls of old blood, and almost passed out on the spot.

That's right, he finally realized that he was being tricked by Bai Lin!

He deliberately put the written poems there, and also deliberately took the opportunity to go out, so that he would have a chance to steal them.

Everything was arranged by Bai Lin!

Zhao Wencai figured it out, but not only did he not lose his temper, he forcefully forced a smile on his face, approached Bai Lin, and said softly, "Bai Lin, you... don't get complacent too early, even if you let Cheng Xiang know this I didn't write the poems, so what can I do?"

"You still can't prove that this poem is a real work, it's just a waste of work, hahahahaha."

Zhao Wencai, who was already seriously injured, laughed as if he would die at any moment, which was really a bit scary.

He was talking about the main point of this matter.

At this moment, everyone calmed down, staring at the group of fragmented poem pages in front of them, frowning into a Sichuan character, "It's strange, this Tibetan poem is not the work of Zhao Wencai, who could it be?" ?”

"That's right. No one here has more literary talent than Zhao Wencai. If he can't do it, who can do it?"

"The person who can make this kind of acrobatic poem must be a literary talent, and it is definitely a rare talent."

Everyone praised the Tibetan acrostic, which made Bai Lin feel relieved.

Even King Cheng Xiang above the lobby got up and walked to the page of poems and essays, turned around several times, with an expression of admiration on his face, "Okay, okay, no matter who made this poem Poetry, this king will definitely find it at all costs."

"Taiwu Shengguo will never bury such a talent, otherwise, the heavens will not tolerate it, hahaha!"

From the heroic laughter of King Cheng Xiang, it is not difficult to hear that he really likes this acrostic poem and appreciates the author of this poem.

And this also made Bai Lin clap his hands, and stood up straight again, "Ahem, that little brother is not talented, this acrostic poem is exactly my work."

Um?

Hearing Bai Lin's words, everyone turned around and looked at him in unison, but there was disbelief in their eyes.

"Bai Lin, although you are credited with seeing through Zhao Wencai's tricks, you should not take it upon yourself to create acrostics, and be careful not to cause trouble."

"That's right, as far as we know, you have never touched literature, you only know how to go shopping and go to brothels."

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A lot of rebuttals and blunt words came overwhelming, which made Bai Lin feel dizzy.

Even Zhao Wencai, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, couldn't help laughing out loud, "Hahahahaha, Bai Lin, you said that this poem is your work, are you trying to deceive the king?"

"With your literary talent, we can trust you to make a few famous lines from brothels, but let's forget about poetry."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wencai threw his head on the ground in disdain, and stopped talking to Bai Lin.

This appearance undoubtedly tells Bai Lin that no matter how he speaks, no one will know that this poem is his work.

It was such a result a few years ago, and it is still a tragic result now!

However, when Zhao Wencai finished speaking, Bai Lin slowly squatted down, picked up the poem pages that he had broken into pieces, then shook his head at Zhao Wencai, and said, "Hey, what you say with your mouth has no proof." There is no evidence, of course there is no evidence."

"But now, isn't it already written down with pen and ink, so I can't leave some marks on the paper?"

mark? !

Hearing the sound, Zhao Wencai suddenly raised his head, staring straight at the poetry pages spread out on the ground.

Not only him, but everyone's eyes in the lobby were once again focused on the poetry page.

Just at this time, a gust of wind happened to blow.

Crashing, the pages of poems placed on the ground were flipped up and down by the wind, and there was a lot of noise.

After the wind stopped and the piece of paper fell to the ground, the scene in front of me made all eyes stare at Bai Lin like light bulbs!

A piece of poetry page the size of a fingernail has been completely blown over by the wind. On the back, there are three small characters written: Bai Lin, Zuo.