ng a ruckus all afternoon, Li Chen didn't want to ride anymore. Returning by carriage was naturally the best option.It's obvious that Su Pingbei is quite knowledgeable."Please, Your Highness, get into...Chapter 48: Pretending, Some Things Can't Be Faked

As soon as he said that, everyone else's hearts sank.

Su Jinpa's beauty, renowned throughout the capital city.

Countless talented and charming men desired Su Jinpa's affection, but even Zhao Tailei had failed to win her heart, let alone others.

And now, this mysterious bastard actually dared to brazenly ask Su Jinpa to grind for him. This is almost like stomping on everyone's hearts and then crushing them again.

"You..."

Zhao Tailai was just about to strike, but when he saw Su Jinpa walk up to Li Chen and pick up the inkstone, grinding it gently on the ink slab, she said, "I only hope that young master will not disappoint Jinpa's expectations."

Li Chen smiled and said, "Of course not to disappoint a beauty."

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Zhao Tailai gritted his teeth until they clicked.

He glared at Li Chen with jealousy burning in his eyes, a fiery rage surging through him, threatening to drive him mad.

He had pursued Su Jinpa for so many years, but all he got in return was her lukewarm attitude. Not to mention closeness, even ordinary friendship was lacking. Even today's poetry meeting, inviting her here took a lot of effort on his part. He spent countless thoughts and tens of thousands of taels of silver to build the Tengwang Pavilion to attract beauties like her.

Now, the poetry gathering I carefully planned, and the beauties I invited with so much effort, have become a place where this scoundrel boasts arrogantly. The other is still grinding his tools for him!

He wouldn't even dare dream of such treatment.

But let this scoundrel get away with it!

His heart was so stifled it felt like it would burst. He quietly glanced at the young man, who had been terrified by Li Chen to the point of trembling legs earlier, and pulled him over.

"You sent a message to have your father send a squad of soldiers here. I'm going to kill this dog thief later!"

That young man's eyes lit up, he was willing to kill Li Chen a million times over, but he hesitated and said, "How would I explain it to my father"

He glared at the useless wretch with disdain and said, "Your father is a Langzhong of the Ministry of Justice, second only in rank to the Minister and the two assistant ministers. A mere squad of soldiers, he could summon them at his whim. Just say it's my order, and your father wouldn't dare hesitate."

The young man was overjoyed and immediately said, “I understand. I’ll go do it right away.”

When the youth quietly departed, Li Chen had already begun writing the first character.

Li Chen recalled the poem that was said to be the best in all of history, with its breathtaking talent. As soon as he picked up his pen, it flowed effortlessly from his mind onto the paper.

“The former county of Yuzhang, the new capital of Hongdu. Stars are divided into wings and churns, and land connects Henglu... The setting sun flies with the lone wild goose, and autumn water shares the same color as the vast sky.”

"Fisher boats sing at dusk, echoing along the banks of Pengli; Geese fly in formation, startled by the cold, their calls fading at Hengyang's shore..."

Su Jinpa, standing nearby, had been watching Li Chen write from the moment he put pen to paper.

When the first word fell into place, surprise filled her eyes.

Then, when that famous line "the setting sun, the lone wild goose flying together, and the autumn water stretching as far as the eye can see" was written, Su Jinpa's shock had been replaced by disbelief.

And onlookers all came over too.

At first, they came with the intention of watching Li Chen make a fool of himself, but as Li Chen wrote, each stroke was imbued with spirit, powerful and forceful characters appearing on the paper. Anyone with even a modicum of cultural refinement widened their eyes in astonishment.

Shocked, unbelievable, goosebumps!

Writing ability, it's like gold under the scorching sun. If there is, there is; if not, there isn't. It can't be faked or made up at all. One can tell a person's writing level just by looking at what they write.

Pretending, is something that can't be truly faked.nce.Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, He Kun laughed heartily and said: "Don't misunderstand you two. I, He, have met many people and naturally have a knack for judging people's backgroun...