I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

Lin Anruo couldn't hold back her feelings, she was about to move forward with a light lotus step.

Taking the piece of rice paper from the hand of the maid, he heard a cold voice not far away: "Hmph, I didn't expect that there would be such a literary talent as Mr. Liang in the little Chaicheng."

The source of the voice was naturally Yin Zhiping.

Although the Zhen Guo government does not pass on poems and books to the family, Yin Zhiping still has the basic ability to appreciate poems.

As soon as Gong Ziliang's poem came out, the result of the first round of the poetry meeting had lost all suspense.

Let the book boy stand up on his behalf, belittle and ridicule the other party, and he will only be ashamed.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to admit defeat.

Casting his eyes on Lin Anruo's maid, the latter's expression of struggling lasted for less than a moment, and he said:

"Young Master Liang's poems are indeed extremely talented, but he pays too much attention to the personal relationship between his sons and daughters. Compared with Shizi Yin's love of beauties, he loves Jiangshan's masculinity more. After all, it is a bit inferior."

"So in this match, if Shizi Yin and Mr. Liang are tied, what do you guys think?"

As soon as the maid finished speaking, several princes in the crowd immediately waved their arms and objected loudly, saying that Yin Zhiping's "articles handed down from generation to generation" should be better than Prince Liang's poems and essays!

Surprise and anger flashed alternately in Lin Anruo's eyes, and he looked at the maid, but he quickly thought of something, bit his lips under the gauze, and had to declare the first draw.

Regarding this result, although those princes were not convinced, they finally accepted it under Yin Zhiping's persuasion.

Seeing Yin Zhiping and the elder sons singing together, Gong Ziliang just shook his head and chuckled, and didn't intend to stand up and fight for it.

Seeing his posture, those princes thought he was afraid.

"This guy is the little boy's helper that Lin Anruo found? He has a bit of poetic talent, but he is an out-and-out softie!"

"It seems that today, brother Yin Shizi will be able to fulfill his wish and bring the beauty home."

"Come on, come on, before the second round of the poetry meeting begins, let's drink this cup first, and congratulate brother Yin Shizi!"

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

Yin Zhiping took advantage of the situation and also picked up the wine glass, his gloomy face was swept away, and turned into a happy spring breeze. After paying respects to Lin Anruo from a distance, he raised his head and drank it all.

Seeing the domineering performance of Yin Zhiping and those princes who were obviously bribed, Lin Anruo's body trembled uncontrollably.

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

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

But the secret of her physique was also leaked out.

As a last resort, Lin Anruo had no choice but to take a few maids, leave the family, and go to a remote dynasty to escape.

In order to be able to return to the family one day, Lin Anruo did not hesitate to show off his charm, wandering and mediating among the princes of several great dynasties, hoping to find one of them who is powerful and 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 great dynasties had already attracted the attention of many emperors.

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

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

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

But who would have thought that a few days ago, she swore that even if she was an enemy of the world, she would not let her few elder sons down, but today they all turned to Yin Zhiping.

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

"The Pingjiang Dynasty has the ambition to invade all directions, but how can the hero of the Bifang Dynasty 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 will sweep away!"

"If you commit yourself to Yin Zhiping, you will not be able to protect yourself when the nest is overturned, and you may even implicate your family..."

Many thoughts flashed through Lin Anruo's mind, and his expression became extremely bitter as he hid it on his gauze face.

Before the poetry meeting, she had already said that she wanted to find the person with the most outstanding literary talent as the person she liked.

Now even if she wants to change her words, it will only make Yin Zhiping use this as an excuse to make trouble.

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

It was just three days ago that Gong Ziliang attacked Chen Pingan with hatred.

And the latter was not at all moved by the charm she performed through the sound of the piano, which made her temporarily invite Gong Ziliang over.

And from Gong Ziliang's attitude of pretending not to hear Yin Zhiping's slander just now, Lin Anruo already understood the other party's position.

Turning his head to look, as expected, Gong Ziliang was sitting there, as if nothing had happened, and even leisurely toasted and sipped, making Lin Anruo's heart sink to the bottom of the valley quickly.

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

At this moment, Yin Zhiping was full of hesitation and urged to speak out.

Lin Anruo's tender body trembled, she took a deep look at Young Master Liang, gritted her silver teeth and said, "The second session of the Poetry Contest is about writing poems with objects, and the title is "Jiang"!

The moment Lin Anruo blurted out the word "Jiang", Yin Zhiping froze with pride on his face.

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

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

Unexpectedly, Lin Anruo actually changed the topic on the spot!

What makes Yin Zhiping even more unbearable is that Lin Anruo's explanation of what the word "Jiang" in the title refers to is obvious!

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

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

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

Instantly became the target of public criticism.

Gong Ziliang remained calm on the surface. Deep in his heart, there was a tinge of coldness.

People like Yin Zhiping naturally couldn't pose any threat to him.

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

Lin Anruo obviously didn't take this into consideration.

Just thinking about whether to walk away and let Lin Anruo clean up the mess by himself, or stay for the token, he heard Yin Zhiping say:

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

"That's why Yin proposed to use "Sword" as the title. Everyone, please sprinkle the Panjiang River, and everyone will pour their hearts into Lu Haiyun!"

After Yin Zhiping's uncompromising voice spread, everyone in the hall began to immerse themselves in writing.