My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

At this moment, the entire garden fell silent.

Everyone stood there, stunned, staring at Jiang Xiaobai with disbelief.

Of course, even the guards and generals around Jiang Xiaobai looked at their young master with shocked expressions.

Although he was a martial artist, he did not understand poetry.

But the line, "Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains," perfectly embodies the spirit of integrity!

"Great words!"

In the midst of the complete silence of the garden, an exceptionally pleasant voice rang out first.

The one who spoke was Li Zhiwei.

At this moment, her watery eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaobai, her brows revealing undisguised amazement.

obviously.

Even she was astonished by this poem.

And there was also an indescribable vibration.

You should know that poetry emphasizes rules of prosody, while lyrics emphasize rhyme!

Jiang Xiaobai's poem uses the same rhyme throughout, which is very unique.

In an instant, the way she looked at Jiang Xiaobai changed noticeably.

Indeed, what was originally a faint curiosity has now turned into a strong sense of unease.

Even more so... there was an unspoken seriousness in his eyes as he scrutinized Jiang Xiaobai.

It was as if they wanted to see right through this rumored spoiled young master.

As Li Zhiwei spoke.

The people present gradually recovered from the shock brought about by the poem.

However, once they came to their senses, they did.

The expressions on their faces still carried an indescribable shock.

Especially the man in white.

He had initially maintained a calm and composed smile on his face.

But at this moment, the smile had completely frozen on his face.

He stood there, his lips twitching slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This……

Could such poems really be written by a playboy?

Jiang Xiaobai smiled as he looked at the shocked crowd.

Indeed, he had anticipated this reaction.

After all, this poem was a well-known masterpiece in its previous life, included in textbooks and widely circulated, and its meaning perfectly captured the noble spirit of the plum blossom!

On the other side, Zeng Qingchi, standing next to the man in white, also showed a change in expression.

However, he quickly regained his senses, glanced at the white-clad man beside him, and then cleared his throat lightly: "The lyrics, indeed, are excellent!"

"but……"

At this point, Zeng Qingchi paused slightly, his gaze falling on Jiang Xiaobai with a meaningful look.

"But I have some doubts... was this really composed by Prince Jiang on the spot?"

"Was it copied from somewhere?"

As Zeng Qingchi finished speaking...

Many people who were still in shock suddenly found an outlet and began to echo each other.

"good!"

"Who doesn't know that the Jiang family's young master is a good-for-nothing wastrel? Such astonishing poetry is simply beyond his ability to write!"

"Hmph, I bet it was copied from somewhere!"

"Shameless!"

"Yeah, they'd do something like this just to grab attention!"

Immediately, voices of doubt arose one after another.

And it's getting worse.

Clearly, they are more inclined to believe that Jiang Xiaobai plagiarized the poem from somewhere.

After all, this is too outrageous.

It was so outrageous that they couldn't accept it at first.

However, Jiang Xiaobai did not rush to explain in the face of those doubts.

Instead, he gently raised his hand in full view of everyone.

"Shh!"

As his movement and voice faded away.

The previously noisy surroundings actually gradually quieted down.

Everyone stared at Jiang Xiaobai, waiting to see how he would try to explain himself.

But the next moment, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, his expression calm, and slowly said.

"The tree by my inkstone-washing pond, its blossoms faintly trace the ink. It doesn't need praise for its beautiful colors, it only leaves its pure fragrance to fill the universe."

As the poem ended.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Their eyes widened in astonishment.

Oh shit!

Shouldn't we ask this guy to explain?

This guy not only didn't explain, but he actually started writing poetry again?

Isn't this... obviously playing them for fools?!

and……

And yet another masterpiece!

Especially the last line, "Leaving only pure spirit to fill the universe," conveys a sense of aloofness and an unyielding spirit that refuses to conform to worldly conventions.

Even if they are unwilling to admit it, they have to say that the poem is also extremely wonderful.

For a moment, many people's expressions became quite interesting.

Some were shocked, while others were ashamed and angry.

Of course, some people are still unconvinced.

Two!

This bastard actually copied two poems?

But before they could even speak...

Jiang Xiaobai raised his head again, his tone still calm, and continued to speak.

"Carved and hammered from the deep mountains,"

"He treats the raging fire as nothing."

"I fear not being ground to powder or shattered to pieces."

"I must leave behind a legacy of integrity!"

After the poem was recited, the entire garden fell silent once again.

No.

This time, it wasn't quiet, it was deathly still!

Everyone stood there, stunned, as if even their breathing had become somewhat stagnant.

Three songs?

That's three songs already!

Moreover, each poem revolves around the concept of "moral integrity," and is written with great vividness.

Although the first poem is a lyric, it fully expresses an indomitable spirit.

The second poem describes a sense of aloofness and pride.

The third poem is about integrity and moral character.

Each poem has a different artistic conception, yet each one is absolutely a masterpiece.

If one of them was plagiarized, that would be somewhat plausible.

Two songs... I can barely force myself to doubt them.

But what about three songs?

Moreover, this was a question that was given on short notice!

Jiang Xiaobai could not possibly have prepared in advance.

Unless... unless these three poems were truly composed by him on the spot!

Thinking of this, the expressions on the faces around them suddenly became more and more complicated.

Who would have thought.

This spoiled young master, whom they perceived as ignorant and only interested in eating, drinking, and having fun, actually possessed such talent.

Is this... still the same playboy Jiang Xiaobai?

Just as everyone was filled with disbelief.

Jiang Xiaobai sighed softly, then spoke again.

"Flowers do not bloom among a hundred flowers."

"The charm of a solitary fence is endless."

"I'd rather die embracing my fragrance on the branch."

"Never blown away by the north wind."

As the last sentence fell, many people felt as if they had been struck hard in the heart.

Especially the line, "I'd rather die fragrant on the branch than be blown away by the north wind."

That unyielding and proud spirit was almost enough to send chills down one's spine.

Four poems!

Four songs in total!

And each song is more amazing than the last!

At this moment.

No one has raised any objections anymore.

Because of the questioning, it has lost its meaning.

In this situation, anyone who isn't a fool would understand one thing.

Jiang Xiaobai... is not as simple as they think!

Li Zhiwei stood there, staring blankly at Jiang Xiaobai, her chest heaving slightly.

She read books from a young age and read many excellent poems.

I've also met quite a few so-called talented people.

But someone like Jiang Xiaobai, who could compose four poems in a short period of time that so perfectly embody "spirit and integrity," and each one a masterpiece...

This was the first time she had met him.

In a short time.

The light in the depths of her eyes seemed to brighten even more.

On the other side...

The white-clad man's face was now extremely pale.

Zeng Qingchi stood there, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't utter a single word.

Because he realized that he was too ashamed to speak anymore.

And in this deathly silence...

Jiang Xiaobai merely glanced around the room, his gaze settling on the man in white: "Where's your poem?"

As he finished speaking, the man in white opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He had indeed thought of it, but if he were to say it now, it would be like contradicting himself!

Seeing that the man in white remained silent, Jiang Xiaobai gently shook his head: "Sigh, how boring! So boring!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai turned around and walked outside.

That posture was extremely elegant.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just stunned everyone in the garden with his casual remark.

It wasn't until Jiang Xiaobai had taken a few steps that the guard general suddenly came to his senses.

He then quickly caught up with them.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, please wait!"

Jiang Xiaobai didn't turn her head and continued walking forward.

The guard captain caught up and said urgently in a low voice, "Your Highness, you haven't chosen anyone yet!"

"The Marquis summoned you here to select people!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai didn't stop walking, but quickly waved his hand: "Shh, don't talk, I'm waiting for my Wei'er... to call me!"

what?

Upon hearing this, the guard commander was taken aback.

The next moment, an extremely pleasant voice slowly came from behind.

"Young Master Jiang, please wait..."