Chapter 62: The Small Lotus Tip Reveals Its Angle

  Chen Yi had just thought of a poem that was very fitting for the Yan Liben painting in front of him, but he didn't expect He Lanming to ask him for it. This coincidence was too much! He even suspected that He Lanming could read minds and had seen that he had thought of a poem, which is why she made this request.

  Seeing Chen Yi's astonished expression, He Lan Minyue also became interested and said with a curious and playful tone: "Chen Gongzi, I saw the 'Youthful Journey' you wrote at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion that day, and I was amazed. I didn't expect... hmm, I'm very envious of the carefree and leisurely atmosphere in your poem, enjoying the natural beauty of spring. I wish I could also play and have fun like you do. You casually wrote such an excellent poem, your talent is really outstanding! Today we see you... you looked at Yan Dashi's painting with great excitement, I think you must have thought of a matching poem, please recite it for us to hear! How about it? We'll listen with reverence!"

  As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. Her beautiful and clear big eyes stared at Chen Yi, the meaning in her eyes was very obvious. Didn't you just express your intention to show off with your eyes? Then reveal it now.

  He Lan's words made Chen Yi feel embarrassed, and he almost blurted out that the poem was actually someone else's. Luckily, he reacted quickly and changed the subject, expressing his humility with an awkward expression. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder why everything that happened to him was so coincidental. Was it really just a coincidence that he had unintentionally plagiarized a poem, only to have a beautiful woman overhear it and be shocked? It seemed like something out of a novel. He also wanted to ask why this lovely woman had appeared at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion that day and stood up for him, but looking at He Lan's serious expression, he decided to put the thought aside for now, fearing misinterpretation.

  He Yiru was so humble that He Lan Minyue felt a bit dissatisfied, pouting and saying: "Mr. Chen, judging from your behavior and demeanor on that day, you seemed like a very carefree person, which can also be seen from the poems you wrote. But I didn't expect you to be so reserved today, don't you want to recite some poetry for us?" As she spoke, she rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow, further expressing her discontent.

  He Lan Minyue's behavior made Chen Yi somewhat unbearable. At his physical and psychological age, he was still young and in the prime of life, when one likes to show off their outstanding side, especially in front of women, particularly beautiful women. He couldn't bear being looked down upon at any time, let alone after exchanging glances with He Lan Minyue earlier, as if they had a "telepathic connection". He didn't want to ruin this good feeling, so he glanced sideways and intentionally revealed an expression of discontent on He Lan Minyue's face. With a hint of arrogance, he said: "I thought of a poem that matches the atmosphere of this painting while admiring it earlier. I don't dare hide it, so I'll share it with you two. Please give me your feedback!"

  As he spoke, he motioned for his writing materials, preparing to compose a poem!

  "Chen Gongzi, you're willing to write poetry? That's great!" Seeing Chen Yi's anxious expression, He Lan Minyue revealed a very happy smile and also playfully squeezed the nose of He Lan Minzhi, who was smiling on one side.

  Chen Yi really gave her face!

  "Ziying, I and Minyue are waiting to appreciate your next masterpiece!" He Lanmin was also very happy and prepared to call someone in to grind the ink.

  He Lan Min Yue had already rolled up her sleeves and walked to the desk, "Chen Gongzi, today I'll take your place in grinding ink and preparing the brush. I hope you can write a masterpiece that will amaze us all!"

  "This……" Chen Yi's heroic spirit suddenly froze, looking incredulously at the beautiful woman who was smiling at him, and then at He Lan Minzhi beside her. He Lan Minzhi's unprecedented behavior not only shocked Chen Yi but also left her brother He Lan Minzhi stunned.

  In He Lan Min's impression, his sister was always steady and dignified in front of outsiders, never as casual and unrestrained as just now, grinding ink for an outsider, which was unthinkable. Although this sister often ground ink and did other things for him, they were siblings after all, and Chen Yi had come to their mansion several times, but the time spent interacting with each other was not long, and the frequency was not high, still far from reaching such a casual level!

  However, He Lan Minzhi was not an ordinary person. After a brief astonishment, he immediately calmed down and smiled at Chen Yi who was stunned: "Ziying, you are really honored. Minyue has never prepared brushes for anyone except me, her brother. Haha... If you don't come up with a surprising poem today, you won't be able to leave our house. Both Minyue and I will be disappointed!"

  "Brother!" Unbeknownst to the speaker, but not to the listener, Ge Lan Min's words caused Ge Lan Min Yue's face to suddenly flush with redness. She stopped in her tracks, pretending to be angry, and menacingly waved her hand at her own brother, "If you tease Min Yue like that again, Min Yue will get angry!"

  He Lan Minzhi hastily surrendered and chuckled: "Minyue, don't be angry, brother was just saying that Ziying...".

  "Hmph, I don't know you're making fun of me!" He Lan Minyue pouted her cute little mouth, looking wronged.

  The siblings ignored Chen Yi's teasing, leaving him stunned. He cleared his throat twice to signal his presence. He Lan Minyue also snapped back to reality, gave Qian a sideways glance with a hint of seduction, and walked over to the desk to grind ink for Chen Yi.

  The inkstone was grinding rapidly, and soon the ink was ready. He Lan Minyue carefully put down the object in her hand, took a step back, and stood still, looking at Chen Yi with sparkling eyes: "Chen Gongzi, we're waiting to see your masterpiece!"

  He Lan Minyue's natural smile at close range made Chen Yi's heart suddenly jump rapidly, feeling a little dizzy, with a palpitation sensation emerging. His hand, which was about to pick up the pen, slightly trembled. This little girl is too beautiful, so beautiful that it makes one's heartbeat accelerate involuntarily. The extremely attractive aura on her body entered his nostrils, causing his adrenaline to secrete rapidly, even giving him a dry mouth and tongue.

  He Lan Minyue was indeed beautiful, and it's not an exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman Chen Yi had ever seen in his two lifetimes. The beauty that Chen Yi recognized as the most outstanding feature was natural and pure, which was something that neither Wu Zetian nor Wu Shun possessed. They had a dignified demeanor, but it was deliberately cultivated, whereas He Lan Minyue's unadorned nature perfectly portrayed this kind of natural and pure beauty. Although Ning Qing, the little Taoist nun, also had this characteristic, she was still one or two levels lower than He Lan Minyue in terms of her facial features and temperament.

  What a beautiful woman standing next to him, it's hard to calm down. But next to her is a man who is eyeing himself covetously, and he is also the protector of this beauty - brother. Chen Yi didn't dare to show any loss of composure, so he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a famous seven-character poem on the snow-white rice paper:

  A spring's eyes are soundless, and its fine streams are a pity.

  The tree's shade shines on the water with gentle elegance.

  The little lotus bud just reveals its pointed tip.

  Dragonflies alight on his head.

  With a flourish, Chen Yi put down his brush with great ease and proudly looked at He Lan Min's brother and sister who were curiously watching him paint.