Qin Yi rubbed his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. Saying he was handsome and graceful was accurate; saying he was exceedingly talented—well, that was actually true too. As a modern person, the knowledge he possessed was definitely richer than that of this world. However, asking him to leave behind a literary masterpiece—forget it.
He could turn a lion into a lion dog when drawing, and as for poems and songs, he simply couldn't write them. If Mo Wuji were here, he would surely manage.
Jin Die said, "Miss Ruyi doesn't like gold, silver, or jade; she only likes poetry and songs. Thus, whoever's literary work touches her heart can become the first honored guest. Young master, why not give it a try?"
"Uh…" Qin Yi forced a smile, "I'd rather not?"
"Doesn't the young master love beautiful women?"
"I do, I love my wife. When it comes to beauty, I fear no one can surpass her in this world."
