Bai Shicheng's face flushed and he was at a loss.

He wanted to take it out, and he had already prepared it.

But this time is just like last time. With Zhao Lin's lyrics as a good example, wouldn't he be embarrassing himself by using them?

Bai Shicheng stammered and couldn't speak.

Yun Zhiyi immediately understood and said with a smile, "It seems that Mr. Bai's poem needs to be revised. Let's wait until he finishes it."

Bai Shicheng breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly, "Miss Yun is right. I'll send it to you two ladies after I've revised it."

"A poem that has been revised repeatedly will definitely be better. I look forward to Mr. Bai's masterpiece."

Yun Zhiyi smiled brightly and helped Bai Shicheng cover up the past with a few words. She said, "Everyone, you are so honored to come here today. I have no way to repay you. I will play a piece of music for you all."

A maid had already prepared the musical instruments. Yun Zhiyi asked Fu Liqing to sit aside, and she sat behind the piano, stretching out her slender hands to play.

The sound of the piano is long, ethereal, graceful, melodious and pleasant.

Everyone listened with fascination.

Zhao Lin nodded secretly.

In his previous life, he had listened to many performances by so-called artists, but few could compare to Yun Zhiyi.

When the song was over, everyone was immersed in it and there was complete silence.

"good!"

Zhao Lin clapped his hands and said, "Miss Yun's zither skills are extraordinary. The lingering sound lingers in the air for three days."

"The lingering sound lingers in the air for three days?"

Yun Zhiyi pondered these two sentences, and the more he savored them, the more he found them interesting. He looked at Zhao Lin with a burning gaze, "Young Master Zhao is truly a man of great literary talent. His eloquence is truly remarkable."

Zhao Lin laughed heartily: "She is just parroting what others have said. She cannot compare to Miss Yun's real talent and knowledge."

Yun Zhiyi chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhao is too modest. Not everyone has such talent."

"Hmph, flattering each other, how shameless." Zhao Mingya whispered in Zhao Chenhan's ear.

Zhao Chenhan clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could beat Zhao Lin to death and throw him into the river.

Where on earth did this beggar get so much literary talent to say such words?

Looking at Yun Zhiyi's expression, she was obviously attracted by Zhao Lin.

Zhao Chenhan wished that this person was himself, so that he could suppress everyone and win the favor of the beauty.

After hearing what Zhao Mingya said, Zhao Chenhan forced a smile and said, "Isn't this great, Big Brother? Look, you've even won Miss Yun's favor. Miss Yun has always been very proud. I don't know how many gentlemen have wanted to get close to her but were rejected by her."

"Humph, what's so good about being favored by a whore?"

Zhao Mingya made a habitual sarcastic remark at first, then suddenly laughed and said, "If he and Yun Zhiyi get together, Qing'er will look down on him, which will be convenient for you."

Zhao Chenhan's heart moved.

What Zhao Mingya said is indeed right.

The daughter of a minister certainly cannot compete with a prostitute for a man.

Even if the brothel girl is the most popular one, it won’t work.

Zhao Chenhan was immediately moved.

Compared to the benefits that marrying Fu Liqing would bring him, he wouldn't trade her for a hundred Yun Zhiyis.

Hearing that Yun Zhiyi thought so highly of Zhao Lin, some people were dissatisfied and said sarcastically: "Mr. Zhao is so talented, why don't you compose a poem to evaluate Miss Yun's zither skills?"

"Yes! Mr. Zhao will definitely be able to write better poems."

"Young Master Zhao has opened our eyes."

Some people started to make noise.

Zhao Lin said, "I believe everyone has already commented on Miss Yun's piano skills, so I won't join in the fun."

Someone sneered, "Young Master Zhao is unwilling to comment. Could it be that he thinks Miss Yun's piano skills are not good enough and not worthy of your evaluation?"

Zhao Lin's face darkened and he looked at Bai Shicheng coldly.

The person who spoke was sitting behind Bai Shicheng. No matter if he was Bai Shicheng's man or was deliberately provoking him, he was definitely related to Bai Shicheng.

Bai Shicheng was also a little annoyed that the man had troubled him, but a playboy like him would not back down. When he saw Zhao Lin looking at him, he smiled calmly and said, "We all admire Mr. Zhao's poetry. No one here can compare to him. If you don't want to write, we won't force you."

Zhao Lin sneered. This guy has made progress and learned how to win over others.

Zhao Lin sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you think I should write just because I'm asked to?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Everyone is young and talented, and no one is willing to admit defeat.

The Xijiangyue that you, Zhao Lin, wrote just now is indeed very good, but if you think you can humiliate us by doing so, you are wrong.

"Mr. Zhao is really arrogant." Someone said coldly.

"He won the top three prizes and can compose poetry at will, so it's normal for him to be a little arrogant." Some people praised him openly but actually criticized him.

"We shouldn't invite people to occasions like this." Some people simply wanted to exclude Zhao Lin.

Fu Liqing was a little anxious. Why did Zhao Lin say that out of the blue? He quickly said, "Writing poetry requires inspiration. Maybe Mr. Zhao doesn't have any inspiration right now."

"Hmph, what inspiration do you need? I think the Xijiangyue poem was prepared for him by someone else. It's definitely not possible for him to write it right now."

A sharp voice reached everyone's ears.

Fu Liqing was very annoyed. He looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Zhao Mingya.

Fu Liqing didn't know why Zhao Mingya said this and wanted to help Zhao Lin explain, but he heard Zhao Lin laugh and say, "Could it be that Master Fenghua couldn't help himself and wanted to give a poem to Miss Yun?"

Zhao Chenhan quickly said, "Brother Zhao, you're joking. I have no right to write poetry in front of you."

Zhao Mingya said angrily, "What are you afraid of? Write a poem and let him know what literary talent is."

Zhao Chenhan cursed Zhao Mingya in his heart, "How could this Zhao Mingya be so stupid? Do you think I don't want to write? Then I have to write a better poem than him. Didn't you see that Bai Shicheng didn't dare to say a word?"

Bai Shicheng didn't dare to say anything despite having such a good opportunity to mock Zhao Lin. He could only signal others, because he was afraid that he would get himself into trouble if he opened his mouth.

What if Zhao Lin asked him to write one as well, and then Zhao Lin couldn't come up with one that was no worse than Xijiang Yue? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Zhao Mingya whispered, "He doesn't dare to write. I guess it's because he prepared 'Xijiang Yue' in advance. Maybe someone else wrote it for him, or maybe he racked his brains for days before writing it. But no matter what, it can't compare to you. Didn't he win Qing'er's heart with those two poems? If you can write one better than his, won't Qing'er immediately look at you with new eyes?"

Zhao Chenhan was immediately moved.

What Zhao Mingya said makes sense.

The main reason was that Zhao Chenhan didn't believe that Zhao Lin could have such good literary talent, so he just wrote these poems casually.

Zhao Lin understood Zhao Chenhan's expression and said with a half-smile, "Is Prince Zhao ready to write?"

Zhao Chenhan quickly said, "Brother Zhao, don't shout nonsense. I am just the adopted son of the Zhenbei Marquisate, not the prince."

Zhao Lin said, "You are the only son of the Zhenbei Marquisate, so you will be the crown prince sooner or later. Now that you have decided to write it, hurry up and write it out for everyone to see."

Zhao Mingya shouted, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you see what true literary talent is."