There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Thank you for the lotus too...

"Young Master Wang's poem about snow is absolutely perfect!"

Lin Ye was speechless for a while. I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen such shameless people. How long have you been making these poems, or were they simply bought by someone?

But after such a commotion, Lin Ye finally understood that these so-called gifted scholars never thought about the occasion and atmosphere when they wrote their poems. Fortunately, I was still struggling and hesitating for a long time to copy that poem.

"Everyone in Nangong, why don't you comment on it, how about picking the best one here?"

"Yes, yes, everyone in Nangong, let's take a look at our works."

Someone said so, and immediately these talented scholars got up one after another, and presented the poems they had written on Nangong Yingyue's desk.

"Hey... have you all written it all?!"

Nangong Yingyue seemed a little surprised, and she who had been secretly looking at Lin Ye's profile also seemed a little flustered.

She quickly turned her gaze back, sat up straight again, and concealed her nervousness and shyness, she glanced at the group of talents, and was relieved when she found that they hadn't noticed anything.

"That's not true, we are not like some people who have to dawdle for a long time before writing a poem."

Seeing that Lin Ye, who was sitting next to Nangong Yingyue, hadn't written a word yet, someone couldn't help but sneered secretly.

"Yeah, I don't know where this kind of person has the courage to step into the Linfeng Pavilion, and even sit shamelessly beside everyone in Nangong!"

"Hey, don't say that, maybe this young master is actually planning to write an eternal quatrain that can overwhelm all of us present, and it took so long to conceive."

"So that's the case, then I have to take a good look at what this masterpiece that can overwhelm all the talents in the capital looks like!"

"Yes, yes."

Several people followed closely, with gloating looks in their eyes.

Lin Ye shook his head involuntarily. It had to be said that this group of people played very neatly with red faces and white faces.

In this way, all his escape routes were blocked. Now if he can't produce another amazing work, he will really be unable to step down.

Even Nangong Yingyue stopped reading the poems handed over by those gifted scholars, and cast her gaze on Lin Ye in a very upright manner.

"That's right, Yingyue, I also want to see what kind of masterpiece this young master can write, can he really overwhelm all the talents present?"

Having said that, the girl blinked innocently and cutely, while Lin Ye gave her an annoyed look.

Okay, it’s fine if you don’t help me find the steps, but you still make fun of me, don’t you just want to see me make a fool of myself?

After being stared at by Lin Ye, Yingyue lowered her head again in panic, like a cute little girl who has done something bad.

The girl's awe of Lin Ye was deep in her bones. You must know that this terrifying man had no respect for even the Suzerain, and he was a wanton and obscene existence.

She couldn't help but tremble when she thought of the unfathomable strength of the suzerain, who was so young that he was approaching all the elders in the sect, and who was ruthless and obedient to him, and as docile as a sheep in front of him.

The suzerain also said that she had no way to resist this man, it was his order that she had no choice but to sacrifice the entire ruthless way of seniors and sisters, and even stretched her devil's claws towards herself.

Why, lord suzerain, why don't you resist, he is obviously an extremely ordinary man, why do you abandon all dignity in front of him, and bow your knees like that.

This man, what is so good about him, that it is worthwhile for you to please him like this? !

Moreover, can he fall to the ground, even if I don't add trouble, you will still be laughed at if you can't write poems that are recognized by them.

Big deal... I won't laugh at you anymore.

She just doesn't dare to laugh at the other party, otherwise who knows how this man will treat her later.

Lin Ye shook his head helplessly, since all of you are looking forward to being slapped in the face so much, then I will satisfy you.

Anyway, the poems written by these guys didn't pay attention to the rationality of the venue atmosphere at all, and I don't think I need to think so much.

Picking up the brush, Lin Yebao dipped it in the ink, and was just about to write when there was a pattering sound from outside the window.

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look, but she didn't know when it began to drizzle outside the window.

It is normal to rain, but this rain is the rain of the sun. It is bright and sunny outside the window, but it is drizzle. I have to say that this scene is particularly magical for the ancients.

This miraculous sun rain suddenly attracted the attention of everyone in the attic, and Lin Ye seemed to think of something, and a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Interesting, if I write this poem at this time, it seems particularly appropriate.

Everyone was looking out the window, except one.

Nangong Yingyue still secretly looked at Lin Ye's side face, and then the girl saw the extremely confident smile on the man's face.

Did he... think of a good work?

The girl thought so, and the man in front of her waved the pen down casually, moving the pen like a dragon, and immediately the vigorous and powerful characters appeared on the paper.

Seeing that Lin Ye finally began to create, the talented scholars present also turned their attention away from the window, and all of them fell into his pen.

They want to see what wonderful lines this arrogant guy can write.

In an instant, two verses appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Yangliuqing and Qingjiang River are at the same level, and I can hear the sound of singing on the Langjiang River."

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Five

Lin Ye's handwriting is not so amazing, after all, poetry can be copied, but brush calligraphy cannot be written well without years of practice.