Seeing Lin Xuan casually write a poem, everyone present nodded silently.
They felt that Lin Xuan was handsome and peerless.
Perhaps his literary talent was also peerless and unprecedented.
"As expected of a literary saint. You're so fast!" Wu Yongcai had a look of admiration on his face as he hurriedly walked forward. "Sir, let me recite these two lines for you!"
Seeing Wu Yongcai address Lin Xuan as sir, the scholars present were extremely shocked.
They had a strong feeling that Lin Xuan's poem would cause a commotion.
When Wu Yongcai saw the poem on the paper, he nodded repeatedly with admiration.
Then, he loudly read the poem Lin Xuan wrote.
"One glance and a smile charms a hundred people.!"
Swish!
After the first verse was read, the crowd was in an uproar.
"What a good poem! Just this sentence describes her appearance and aura. It's extremely vivid!"