"How about it, Brother Lu? If you can't write one, you don't have to force yourself. Just admit it." Seeing the Immortal Fairy lost in thought, Yang Changbin let out a cold laugh, certain that Lu Yang couldn't compose a poem.
Meng Jingzhou wanted to compose a poem, but the problem was that he genuinely didn't know how. Anything he came up with would be no better than a doggerel verse.
Meng Jingyu gazed anxiously at the Immortal Fairy and tugged at her sleeve, deeply worried. She could also tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin were deliberately targeting Big Brother Lu Yang.
Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Changbin had gone too far.
"Then I'll write." As the Immortal Fairy spoke, she took the Four Treasures of the Study from her identity jade tablet, ground the ink, and began writing. Before long, she had completed a ci poem.
"You wrote it that quickly?" Yang Changbin frowned. It was practically as though she had thought of it long ago, setting brush to paper without the slightest hesitation.
A bad feeling arose for no reason. Could Lu Yang really be proficient in Confucian cultivation?
A maid took the poem and passed it to Ye Mengyin behind the blue gauze.
Ye Mengyin noticed the commotion before the gauze. When she heard Yang Changbin ask Lu Yang to compose a poem, she had intended to smooth things over for him, never expecting that Lu Yang could actually compose a ci on the spot.
She swept her eyes over the few short lines and immediately looked astonished. Her hands trembled uncontrollably with excitement. Was this really a ci poem that Fellow Daoist Lu Yang had composed on the spot?
She had already prepared herself for Lu Yang's poetry to be inadequate and for her