Zhao Lin's face darkened slightly.
Li Weibai's words were apparently a compliment to him, but in fact they were making him an enemy.
What does it mean to be more than one level higher than the seven young masters of the capital?
Not to mention that two of the Seven Young Masters were present at the scene. The first among the Seven Young Masters was Bai Shiyuan, the top scholar of the previous session. If the news got out that his literary talent was better than his, Bai Shiyuan would not care, but his family and friends would.
This does not include the men present.
You, Zhao Lin, are much stronger than the Seventh Young Master, which means you are stronger than all of us, right?
With just one sentence, Zhao Lin stood against almost all men.
I don’t know whether Li Weibai did it on purpose or unintentionally.
Everyone was waiting for Zhao Lin's response.
If Li Weibai's words were admitted, it would undoubtedly offend a large number of people.
And if he denies it, is Li Xingye talking nonsense?
No matter what, you will offend people.
Fu Liqing was so anxious that he wanted to run over and grab Zhao Lin and run away.
Zhao Lin suddenly smiled. "Haha, Your Highness is such a joker. Lord Li has always taught me to learn more from Lord Bai Shiyuan, and he certainly wouldn't say something like that. Although I believe I'm not inferior to some of the Seven Young Masters, I'm still a little short of surpassing them all."
Fu Liqing immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this statement was somewhat contradictory to Li Weibai, it was neither humble nor arrogant.
First of all, Bai Shiyuan is the top scholar, a favorite of the emperor, and a Hanlin scholar, while Zhao Lin is only a juren. Even if he is really better than Bai Shiyuan, he cannot admit it now. At least he has to wait until he also becomes the top scholar.
This would also give the Bai family face and avoid angering them.
Secondly, Zhao Lin did not deny his own talent, stating that it was "no worse than some of the Seven Young Masters," indicating his confidence in surpassing them. It was self-evident who those people were.
Anyway, Zhao Chenhan and Jiang Yichen at the scene both looked unhappy.
Bai Shicheng laughed heartily and said to his friend beside him, "Fortunately, I am not qualified to be one of the Seven Young Masters."
Everyone smiled.
Who cares what Zhao Lin says? As long as someone is embarrassed, it’s fine.
Zhao Chenhan was thoughtful. He took a deep breath, showing shame and restraint just right, without refuting.
Everyone around nodded secretly. Although Zhao Chenhan was the adopted son of the Zhenbei Marquis's family, he had good manners and was worthy of the status of the young master of the Marquis's family.
Jiang Yichen didn't care about that and sneered, "You mean you're stronger than me?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Isn't this just taking things for granted and making things difficult for yourself?
Anyway, Zhao Lin didn't mention the person's name, so just pretend you don't know. He doesn't dare to say directly that he is better than you.
Besides, with Zhao Lin's talent, he is really better than you, a playboy who only knows how to play with women.
Faced with Jiang Yichen's questioning, Zhao Lin was surprised and asked, "Why do you say that, Young Master Jiang? Anyone should know that this is the only way I can answer Your Highness's question. Do you think my answer is wrong?"
Jiang Yichen's face darkened.
Anyone knows this. Are you saying I'm not a human?
Jiang Yichen saw that everyone around him was looking at him with funny expressions, and he knew that he was impulsive. It was mainly because he had been holding a grudge about the last incident. He was blackmailed for 50,000 taels of silver by Zhao Lin and was scolded by his father. He had been keeping it in mind and now he couldn't help but explode.
The result is embarrassing.
At this time, Zhao Chenhan said, "Young Master Zhao is a man of great literary talent. His poems are indeed better than those of the seven of us. If you like the nickname of Young Master Fenghua, I'll give it to you."
Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Mingya both looked delighted.
Although Zhao Chenhan said this to help Jiang Yichen out, he also secretly said that you, Zhao Linqiang, are good at poetry, but poetry is a minor art, not the way to govern a country. We don't bother to argue with you. We will give it to you if you want it. Anyway, you are just a literati who can write poetry, and you are no match for us, the future ministers of the court.
These words were flawless and extremely beautiful. Not only did they help Jiang Yichen out of the predicament, they also belittled Zhao Lin without making a sound, which made people secretly praise him. He was indeed worthy of being the elegant young man and the future heir of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.
Li Wei Baiye nodded slightly and said to Han Shiying: "Your cousin is quite good."
Han Shiying said disdainfully, "It's just a silver-like wax spear head."
Li Weibai smiled bitterly.
Facing Zhao Chenhan's apparent praise but actual criticism, Zhao Lin smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Zhao is right. I only know a little bit about poetry and am not proficient in other things, so I need to study hard with Master Li."
Zhao Lin meant that even Shengjing Prefecture Governor Li Xingye was impressed by my abilities. You say I only know how to write poetry? Are you even more impressive than Li Xingye?
Zhao Chenhan remained unmoved and nodded, saying, "Young Master Zhao found the suspicious points in Guo Maoliang's death as soon as he entered Shengjing Prefecture. He is indeed extraordinary. We are not as good as him."
This was another hidden meaning, reminding everyone that Zhao Lin had offended the prince, so you should not get too close to him. When the prince ascended the throne, he would be dead, so as not to implicate you.
Zhao Lin laughed heartily and said, "It is the responsibility of scholars like us to share the country's worries. I heard that Young Master Zhao also participated in the investigation of Guo Maoliang's death. As expected of a scholar from the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion, he is indeed very capable. I can't compare to someone like me who can only write poetry and lyrics."
Zhao Chenhan's face darkened.
It was no secret that Zhao Chenhan was the adopted son of the Zhenbei Marquisate, so the Zhenbei Marquisate had never had a crown prince. Zhao Lin said this to mock him for wanting to usurp the throne.
Many people around laughed out loud.
It is wishful thinking for an adopted son to want to inherit the family business of the Marquis of Zhenbei.
Just then.
Zhao Mingya suddenly said, "Father has already discussed it with Mother. When we return from the border, we will report to His Majesty and request that Chen Han be appointed as the Crown Prince of the Zhenbei Marquisate."
What?
Everyone showed surprise.
An adopted son was named the crown prince. Are the couple of the Zhenbei Marquisate crazy?
Aren’t you afraid that the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion will change its name in the future?
It would be better to find a live-in son-in-law.
At least half of his bloodline is from the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.
Zhao Mingya said this just to provoke Zhao Lin, but Zhao Lin smiled faintly, not angry at all. Instead, he felt completely relieved. "Then congratulations to Young Master Zhao, no, Prince Zhao."
At this point, the last bit of hope for the predecessor and the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion was gone, and the only thing left was revenge.
Zhao Mingya stared at Zhao Lin closely and found that he didn't show any anger at all. She couldn't help feeling disappointed and very angry at the same time.
This shows that Zhao Lin really doesn't care about the upbringing of the Marquis of Zhenbei, otherwise why would he be so calm?
Zhao Mingya snorted coldly, "Mr. Zhao is indeed magnanimous. He still knows how to congratulate others at this time."
Zhao Lin said leisurely, "Miss Zhao Wu is wrong. Quite the contrary. I'm a very narrow-minded person. If anyone provokes me, I will definitely retaliate. However, the fact that Young Master Zhao has been named the Crown Prince has nothing to do with me, so I should congratulate him, right?"
"you?"
Zhao Mingya was extremely angry and glared at Zhao Lin fiercely. If Zhao Mingyu hadn't held her back, she didn't know what she would have said.
"Actually, I think Mr. Zhao and Miss Zhao Wu are quite suitable."
Someone suddenly spoke.
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