Although there were no princes to cheer for him, the sound of everyone writing made Lin Anruo unable to retort.

Standing there with a pale face, Lin Anruo began to uncontrollably rehearse the various tragic endings after falling into Yin Zhiping’s hands.

A trace of tears was about to fall when Lin Anruo suddenly saw Gong Ziliang throw away the wolf hair brush in his hand and stand up to leave his seat.

As soon as he moved, everyone who was still writing hurriedly stopped and looked over blankly.

Before they could understand what had happened, Yin Zhiping’s laughter sounded, “Hahaha, today, my inspiration surged like a fountain. I’ve created such a good poem. Please evaluate it, everyone!”

“Found a sword with a broken tip while ascending some steps, but did not know the reason for the breakage.”

“This one had a black snake hilt, the tip was sharp as the bluish-green mountain peaks.”

“Perhaps it was used to kill whales and salamanders, or yet maybe a disagreeable coiled up flood dragon.”

“It was thrown aside into the dirt, without anyone to retrieve it from abandonment.”

“I do not treasure this property as a weapon, it is good and strong, not good and soft.”

“Do not look at this sword as being in perfect condition, my success is also better broken, rather than curved like a hook.”

Yin Zhiping raised the paper in one hand and loudly recited the poem written by the Great Confucian. With his other hand, he drew the sword at his waist and brandished it.

Among the sword shadows, there was actually a hint of a graceful sword immortal.

After the poem, the sword returned to its sheath. After a short silence, everyone who reacted immediately exploded the atmosphere.

“The poem is magnificent, the ambition is profound, and it’s exciting and magnificent!”

“I really can’t think of a poem that can be compared to this.”

“Similar? Hmph, once this poem is out, all the sword poems in the world will be burned to the ground.”

Those who could reach the third floor of the pavilion were all from influential families. They had been influenced by the classics since they were young, so they naturally recognized the beauty of Yin Zhiping’s poem.

The last person’s evaluation might be a little exaggerated, but in the sword poem, it was not excessive to call it ‘perfect’.

Even Lin Anruo was stunned by this poem. She was stunned, and her previous attitude towards Yin Zhiping began to waver.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Gong Ziliang also nodded in praise. This poem was much better than Yin Zhiping’s previous one.

At least, with just a bit of talent in his mind, it was impossible to write this.

However, when his voice fell into the ears of the others, it attracted their attention.

“Dog**, this peerless sword poem of Prince Yin is enough to be conferred the title of Kingdom Protector and be passed down for a hundred generations. How can you evaluate it casually?”

After that person finished speaking, the others nodded in agreement. Moreover, from their indignant expressions, they were completely sincere.

In their opinion, after today, Yin Zhiping’s poem would definitely become famous. As witnesses, they felt deeply honored.

The evaluation that Gong Ziliang gave was undoubtedly blasphemous to this poem!

“Young Master Liang’s literacy is limited. It’s fine to say some embarrassing things.”

Yin Zhiping waved his hand, indicating his tolerance.

Immediately after, his gaze seemed to have unintentionally landed on the rice paper on Gong Ziliang’s table. He vaguely saw the words ‘Sword’, ‘Rainbow’, and ‘Beauty’, but he did not take it to heart.

The corners of his mouth curled up. Yin Zhiping smiled faintly and said, “Oh, so Young Master Liang has also written a poem. Cai Lian, quickly read it to everyone.”

The Cai Lian that Yin Zhiping was talking about was Lin Anruo’s maid.

At this moment, Yin Zhiping called her as if he was ordering his servant.

When Cai Lian heard Yin Zhiping’s words, she actually did not even look at Lin Anruo and directly walked towards the table with Gong Ziliang’s poem.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the few princes present revealed amused smiles, as if they had long expected this.

Lin Anruo could not stand steadily. Half of her face that was exposed outside the thin veil was pale.

“That Yin guy has something. It’s fine if he bribed his competitor, but even the referee is his servant.”

Gong Ziliang shook his head and saw the situation clearly. Then, he glanced at the tottering Lin Anruo and temporarily gave up on the idea of leaving.

This was not because he was protective of women, but because if Lin Anruo fell into Yin Zhiping’s hands, he would definitely not be able to obtain the token.

He stopped and let Cai Lian pick up the paper. His posture made Yin Zhiping’s gaze involuntarily freeze.

“Could it be that this kid can create poems that surpass the scholars of our dynasty?”

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, it was instantly suppressed by Yin Zhiping.

One improvised, and the other was prepared. In Yin Zhiping’s opinion, even if Gong Ziliang was a little talented in poetry, it was definitely impossible for him to surpass his poem.

Moreover, even if Gong Ziliang was really talented, so what?

He had the final say!

While Yin Zhiping was thinking, Cai Lian had already begun to read the poem in her hand.

“With a heavy heart, I look at the sea of talent.”

However, after hearing the first two sentences, Yin Zhiping could not help but be a little suspicious.

This was completely unrelated to the topic of ‘sword’!

He turned his head to look at the few princes and saw the same confusion on their faces.

However, when he thought about how these two sentences were not enough to surpass his poetry, Yin Zhiping suppressed his doubts and continued to listen.

He did not notice that a blazing light surged in Lin Anruo’s eyes again.

As the daughter of the Lin Family, her talent was not inferior to a man’s!

Wasn’t she the one being written?

In order to protect the family, when she left, she still did not let go of her concern for the family.

Wasn’t she the one with a heavy heart?

In terms of talent, these two sentences were not outstanding. However, because of her experience, Lin Anruo felt extremely sympathetic and began to look forward to the other sentences.

“When I’m young, I’ll bury my head in history. When I’m old, I’ll fall to the path of virtue.”

“After achieving great merit and becoming an immortal, I returned to my usual life.”

However, when the couplets were out, Lin Anruo was a little disappointed.

These two sentences continued the resentment that was rarely seen. The ambition that they expressed was only to leave some stirring words.

It could be said that Lin Anruo’s evaluation was not worthy of praise.

Compared to Yin Zhiping, forget about the sword poem later, it was a little inferior to the first poem.

Yin Zhiping and the princes also understood the meaning of the poem. When their gazes looked at each other, they revealed a mocking expression.

“Looks like this good young master is only so-so. He’s really inferior to Brother Yin.”

A prince was overjoyed. As soon as he finished speaking, it attracted the praise of the others.

Yin Zhiping had a smile on his face. Victory was in his grasp. Without waiting for Cai Lian to finish reading the poem, he had already cupped his hands and accepted everyone’s praises.

After pretending to be modest, Yin Zhiping’s gaze swept past the ashen-faced Lin Anruo and immediately looked down at Gong Ziliang.