I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Hidden poem?

This novel word dazzled all the literati around him, and then they whispered and talked about each other, "What is a hidden poem? Why have I never heard of it?"

"I have 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 Zhao Wencai's death..."

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

Quietly, the gazes of the surrounding people who claim to be literate scholars to Bai Lin have begun to change.

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

Not to mention that he is still a bachelor of Zhonggong, the gentleman of Jinxiang Academy, even if he is a scholar of writing, he will not produce a work that scolds himself.

"Zhao Wencai, what the **** is going on? Is this poem your work?" Cheng Xiangwang's voice was already angered.

Damn it!

Zhao Wencai was frightened by the words of King Cheng Xiang and fell on his knees, and his whole body was trembling constantly, "Wang Cheng Xiang is spared, this...this is not my work, it is because I want to make opportunistic tricks, it is me **** it.

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

Boom!

When Zhao Wencai's words fell, King Cheng Xiang was slapped on the chair again with an angry slap, "Well, you Zhao Wencai, but you are still my Tai Wusheng Guo Zhonggong University Scholar. What you did is not an insult. Is it a bachelor's name?"

"Furthermore, you are the gentleman of Jinxiang Academy. After the royal family, after the ministers, all are taught by you, are you worthy to be a gentleman? Are you planning to teach the future of Taiwu Shengguo like this?"

"Come here, come here, hit me, fifty sticks!"

Huh!

With an order from King Chengxiang, the four armored guards directly dragged Zhao Wencai out of the gate of the Juwen Hall. The wooden tent with thick arms fell down again and again, and slammed on Zhao Wencai!

Even if it is an ordinary military commander, the penalty of fifty rods would have to be half-life, not to mention that Zhao Wencai was just a weak scholar.

After fifty hits, his whole body was disheveled, and blood was blowing out of his mouth, not to mention how miserable he looked.

Looking at Zhao Wencai, who looked a little infiltrating, Bai Lin slapped her mouth and walked up to him, and said softly, "Oh, Zhao Dacai is worthy of being the most knowledgeable person of Baicheng Scholar. A poem that allowed Cheng Xiangwang to reward five. Ten sticks, Bai Lin is here to congratulate you."

puff! puff! puff!

With Bai Lin's words, the angry Zhao Wencai sprayed a few mouthfuls of old blood and almost fainted on the spot.

Yes, he finally realized that he had been tricked by Bai Lin!

He deliberately put the written poems there, and deliberately took the opportunity to go out, so that he could steal it.

Everything was arranged by Bai Lin!

Zhao Wencai had figured it out, but not only did he not lose his temper, but he forced a smile on his face, approached Bai Lin, and whispered: "Bai Lin, you...Don't be too proud of you, even if you let Wang Chengxiang knew that I did not write this poem, so...what can it be?"

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

Zhao Wencai, who had been seriously injured, smiled at this moment as if he would die at any time, which was really scary.

He was talking about the point of this matter.

At this moment, everyone calmed down, staring at the fragmented poem pages in front of them, and their brows were frowned into a Sichuan character, "Strange, this hidden poem is not Zhao Wencai's work, who would it be? ?"

"Yes, no one here should be more literary talent than Zhao Wencai, he can't do it, who can do it?"

"A person who can make this kind of hidden poem is definitely a literary talent, and definitely a rare talent."

Everyone praised the hidden poem, and Bai Lin felt a sense of comfort in her heart.

Even the King Cheng in the lobby has got up and walked to the page of poetry and essays. After turning around for several times, his face always has a look of appreciation, "Okay, okay, no matter who made this poem Poems, this king will find out at all costs."

"Taiwu Shengguo will never bury such a talented person, otherwise, the law of heaven will be unbearable, hahaha!"

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

And this also made Bai Lin clapped her hands and stood up straight again, "Ahem, that...little brother is not talented, this hidden head poem is the work of my brother."

Ok?

Hearing Bai Lin's words, everyone turned around, and their eyes flashed, but they all didn't believe it.

"Bai Lin, although you have seen through Zhao Wencai's tricks, and you are considered to be meritorious, you still shouldn't take it to yourself when you make a hidden poem. Be careful to cause trouble."

"Yes, as far as we know, your Hundred Young Masters have never touched literature. They only know how to go shopping and go to the brothel."

"..."

A lot of refutations came overwhelmingly, making Bai Lin feel that her head was big.

Even Zhao Wencai, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, couldn't help laughing, "Haha...Hahaha, Bai Lin, you said this poem is your work, do you want to deceive you?"

"With your literary talent, we can still believe that you can make a few famous sentences from the brothel, but let's forget the poems."

After finishing talking, Zhao Wencai slid his head on the ground disdainfully, and stopped arranging Bai Lin.

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

This was the result a few years ago, and it is still a tragic result!

However, after Zhao Wencai finished speaking, Bai Lin slowly squatted down, picked up the poem page that was broken into pieces by him, and then shook his head at Zhao Wencai and said, "Hey, what you say with your mouth is no proof. No evidence, of course no evidence can be found."

"But now, hasn't it been written down in pen and ink, I can't put marks on the paper?"

mark? !

Hearing the sound, Zhao Wencai suddenly raised his head, staring directly at the poem page spread on the ground.

Not only him, but the eyes of everyone in the entire lobby, all once again converged on the poem page.

At this time, a breeze passed by.

Wow, the pages of poems on the ground were flipped up and down by the wind, one after another.

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

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