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

"Hey……"

Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up slightly, but when he turned around, his expression changed again in an instant.

Indeed, she seemed to carry a hint of melancholy: "Miss Li... is there anything else?"

Looking at Jiang Xiaobai's expression, Li Zhiwei pursed her red lips and said softly, "The prize I promised Young Master Jiang hasn't been taken yet."

"If you don't mind, why don't you stay a little longer?"

"How about I present it to you personally after the poetry gathering?"

"But...but I'm utterly useless!"

Jiang Xiaobai sighed softly, "I don't belong here!"

These words were spoken.

The expressions on the faces of the people around them changed again.

Those who had been speechless from being struck by the four poems earlier couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

Unacceptable!

Ultimately, it's hard to accept!

Jiang Xiaobai, a person with a notorious reputation, inexplicably produced these four poems, which is truly disheartening.

His current coy and hesitant demeanor only makes you want to go up and beat him up!

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, Li Zhiwei couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Young Master Jiang, your poetry is truly astounding."

"If you're considered ignorant and incompetent, then shouldn't all of us feel ashamed of ourselves?"

"Well... okay then."

Jiang Xiaobai said, "Since Miss Li has said so, then... I'll stay a little longer."

"Then thank you for the honor, Young Master Jiang."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiwei's smile deepened even further.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand lightly, and then led the guard beside him back into the crowd.

With Jiang Xiaobai's return, the atmosphere in the room was noticeably more subdued than before.

no way.

Jiang Xiaobai's four poems were really too much.

The weight of the situation was so heavy that these so-called talented men found themselves lacking confidence even when they spoke.

Even if they are not convinced, the poems are there for all to see, and they have to accept them whether they want to or not.

Fortunately, at that moment, Li Zhiwei's voice slowly rang out again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's leave the topic of integrity here."

As she spoke, Li Zhiwei paused and said, "Since it's a poetry gathering, it would be rather monotonous if we just kept composing poems."

"How about we... enjoy some poetry next?"

Reciting poems?

These words were spoken.

The eyes of many people present immediately lit up.

Compared to the kind of assigned poetry we just discussed...

Poetry is undoubtedly more interesting.

And most importantly... it's not enough to just have inspiration for poetry.

It tests both one's background and one's reaction.

In an instant, the previously somewhat dull atmosphere became much more lively again.

The man in white smiled slightly at that moment and said, "You're good at reciting poetry!"

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself first."

As he spoke, the man in white slowly stepped out.

He then raised his head, glanced around the garden, and finally his gaze settled on a cluster of flower branches swaying slightly in the night breeze.

The next moment, he spoke softly: "The wind shakes the flower shadows, shattering them."

The five words fell in a flash.

Many people around immediately tensed up slightly.

The wind sways, the flower shadows shatter.

Seemingly simple.

But upon closer examination, it becomes extremely difficult to find a suitable answer.

This sentence contains not only scenery, but also the meaning of the fusion of movement and stillness.

The last character, "碎" (sui), is particularly brilliant.

It not only captures the chaotic state of the swaying flower shadows, but also instantly brings the entire sentence to life.

To create a matching line, the words must not only be grammatically correct.

Even the artistic conception must be up to par.

For a moment, everyone around lowered their heads and fell into deep thought.

Someone frowned.

Someone was muttering to themselves.

They were clearly racking their brains for the second line of the couplet.

Even Li Zhiwei lowered her eyes slightly at this moment, seemingly pondering in her heart.

Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, a faint smile flashed in the eyes of the man in white.

Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling directly on Jiang Xiaobai.

"Young Master Jiang, I wonder... if you can match it?"

As soon as the man in white finished speaking...

Swish!

Almost simultaneously, everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Xiaobai.

When it comes to poetry, one must pay more attention to the accumulation of knowledge and genuine skills.

This man in white was clearly testing Jiang Xiaobai.

If Jiang Xiaobai can't answer.

Even if he had written those four poems before, it would still inevitably raise some doubts.

Jiang Xiaobai, of course, saw through the other party's thoughts. He looked up at the man in white and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"What's so difficult about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai replied without hesitation, "The moon shines obliquely on the willow branches."

As these five words fell.

There was a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, many people showed surprise on their faces.

The moon shines, swaying in the wind.

Willow tips, reflecting the shadows of flowers.

Slanted, broken.

Both the literal meaning and the artistic conception are perfectly crafted!

One writes of flowers swaying and shattering in the wind.

One describes the slanting shadows of willow branches under the moon.

Between movement and stillness, there is a subtle, indescribable charm.

"wonderful!"

"It's so neat!"

"Yes, this second line... it's almost as if it was meant to be!"

Exclamations of amazement immediately rang out one after another.

The smile on the white-clad man's face froze slightly at that moment.

Clearly, he hadn't expected Jiang Xiaobai to respond so quickly and steadily.

Jiang Xiaobai simply smiled faintly, showing no sign of smugness: "Since we're just having fun with poetry, I'll offer one too."

These words were spoken.

Many people present looked tense, and some were curious.

I'm curious to see what kind of poems and couplets Jiang Xiaobai will come up with!

Just then, Jiang Xiaobai took a leisurely half-step forward, then raised his head and smiled, saying, "Those near the water feel the warmth of the night first!"

As these eight words fell.

The garden, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly fell silent, and everyone frowned.

Disappointing, it was nothing special!

That's nothing!

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the expressions around him, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "Only through deep reading can one truly grasp its meaning!"

As Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, everyone present fell into deep thought. After a brief moment of contemplation, Li Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "Only after meeting you do I realize this meaning is not so simple?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai's smile deepened.

Li Zhiwei then realized what was happening, let out a soft "ah," and lowered her head with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes.

Yes, even though Li Zhiwei was wearing a veil, it was easy to see the rosy glow on her face!

Those around Li Zhiwei were puzzled by her condition.

However, as they read on, they gradually understood the meaning of the couplet.

In an instant, everyone's expressions became interesting, and then their eyes turned indignantly towards Jiang Xiaobai.

Damn it, that bastard is utterly inhuman!

While others find amusement in poetry, is Jiang Xiaobai planning to marry someone through poetry?!

Shameless!