Gong Ziliang's Masterpiece

Although there were no princes to cheer for him, the sound of everyone writing made Lin Anruo unable to retort.

Standing there with a pale face, Lin Anruo began to uncontrollably rehearse the various tragic endings after falling into Yin Zhiping's hands.

A trace of tears was about to fall when Lin Anruo suddenly saw Gong Ziliang throw away the wolf hair brush in his hand and stand up to leave his seat.

As soon as he moved, everyone who was still writing hurriedly stopped and looked over blankly.

Before they could understand what had happened, Yin Zhiping's laughter sounded, "Hahaha, today, my inspiration surged like a fountain. I've created such a good poem. Please evaluate it, everyone!"

"Found a sword with a broken tip while ascending some steps, but did not know the reason for the breakage."

"This one had a black snake hilt, the tip was sharp as the bluish-green mountain peaks."