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

boom!

Zhang Xinnian made a move. He picked up a table next to him with one hand and walked directly towards Jiang Xiaobai's position.

The table was quite large, but in Zhang Xinnian's hands, it was as if he were carrying a stool.

boom!

Soon, the table was placed next to Jiang Xiaobai.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Ningshuang also came over. Without saying a word, she picked up the teapot and poured Jiang Xiaobai a cup of tea.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the teacup handed to him, his expression clearly surprised.

Tang Ningshuang actually offered to pour him tea?

This... is quite a rare thing.

However, Jiang Xiaobai didn't say much. He just smiled, picked up the teacup, and slowly took a sip.

The aroma of the tea, when it enters the mouth, has a unique flavor in this moment and in this setting!

At this moment, all around remained silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in Jiang Xiaobai's direction.

In those eyes, there was shock, astonishment, and an indescribable complexity.

One person can overpower twelve others.

This guy even just said that all the students in the building could use it.

Whoever could defeat him would be dethroned as the champion.

This isn't just arrogance; it's placing the entire Lanting Tower right in front of oneself.

On the fourth floor, Chen Zhanqiu, his face grim, couldn't help but turn to Zhao Sheng: "Young Master Zhao, do you have any other plans against him?"

Zhao Sheng frowned deeply and remained silent.

Yes, he hadn't expected Jiang Xiaobai to be so talented.

In his original plan, Jiang Xiaobai would inevitably be forced into a corner by Lanting Tower today.

Even if he doesn't admit that he wrote the two articles, it's not a big problem.

But now?

Jiang Xiaobai overwhelmed the three opponents with an almost domineering attitude.

Moreover, the twelve men who had received armor were so heavily suppressed that they couldn't even lift their heads.

This was completely different from what he had expected.

If Jiang Xiaobai's reputation were to reverse, things would be very different from before!

Seeing that Zhao Sheng remained silent, Chen Zhanqiu's expression turned even more unpleasant.

He suddenly had a bad feeling!

Another place.

Xiao Qingxiu sat there, his expression equally unpleasant.

Although Jiang Xiaobai wasn't targeting him this time, he still felt uncomfortable seeing Jiang Xiaobai so arrogant.

Thinking especially of the incident at the Lin residence and Qinglou, he felt even more suffocated.

Why is Jiang Xiaobai always able to steal the spotlight?

Xiao Qingheng narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiang Xiaobai on the first-floor platform, seemingly lost in thought.

As for Xiao Zijing, her big eyes curved up again as she looked at Jiang Xiaobai, her eyes filled with a strange light.

Last time she visited Qinglou, she felt that this person was different from the scions of noble families in the capital.

Upon inspection today, it is indeed even more different.

On the other side of the fourth floor, Li Bingzhang's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

He wasn't afraid, but excited. Looking at Jiang Xiaobai below, his excitement grew stronger and stronger.

Who says this future son-in-law is completely uneducated?

Who said his son-in-law was a bought top scholar?

After today, he'll see who dares to say such things again.

Lin Fengshuo stroked his beard, his smile barely concealed.

The more he looked at this student, the more he liked him.

He's bold, quick-witted, and wildly arrogant.

These three elements, when put together, are perfectly suited to the Lanting Tower today.

Lin Qinrou's eyes also held a strange light.

Jiang Xiaobai is talented, but his talent is not just in writing poems and articles.

The most difficult thing is to seize the situation in the shortest amount of time and then turn the tables.

Li Zhiwei sat beside him without saying a word, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at the figure below.

The initial worry in my heart has now completely dissipated.

On the top floor, the eldest princess, who had been silent all along, quietly looked towards the first floor.

A moment later, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "This person... is no less capable than his older brothers."

As she spoke, a strange light flashed in the princess's eyes: "In some aspects, it is even a notch above."

"Yes!"

Liu Guanlan, standing to the side, responded in kind, looking in the direction of Jiang Xiaobai with equally astonishment.

"Come on, let's continue!"

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai put down his teacup, looked at the person holding the pen, and spoke.

These words brought everyone present back to their senses.

The writer took a deep breath, glanced at the twelve somber-faced people, then looked at the entire room, and finally said, "The poetry and couplets are now finished."

"Next, let's discuss philosophy through poetry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone in the building changed.

诗？

This is more common than couplets, and it's something that literati are best at.

The writer's voice continued: "Whether it's an essay or a poem, it can't be separated from the four words 'wind, flowers, snow, and moon'."

"Therefore, the next question is to compose four poems on the theme of 'wind, flowers, snow, and moon'!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the twelve people in Zone A finally eased slightly.

They were indeed unsure if they continued with the couplets.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai's three attacks were too fast and too ruthless.

But it's different when it comes to writing poetry.

While poetry and lyrics also depend on talent and wit, they are not like couplets where a single moment can determine life or death.

It allows for contemplation, elaborate descriptions, and the powerful impact of its imagery.

Especially the four questions on "wind, flowers, snow, and moon".

They've written countless answers to these kinds of questions before, so it's a piece of cake for them.

This time, they will definitely take down Jiang Xiaobai!!

Jiang Xiaobai glanced in the direction of the twelve people, said nothing, and simply leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ok?

Everyone looked at this scene with strange expressions.

What does this mean?

No answer?

Still thinking?

Zhang Xinnian stood to the side, seemingly used to it.

The young master looks like he's deep in thought.

But it's also possible... that he genuinely wants to slack off.

Tang Ningshuang glanced at Jiang Xiaobai but didn't say anything.

She realized that Jiang Xiaobai meant for those present to make their moves first.

Soon, one of the twelve students stood up first.

After bowing to the person holding the pen, he began composing a poem on the spot.

After the four poems were finished, many people in the building nodded in approval.

While not groundbreaking, it's certainly not bad.

Then, another person got up.

Then the third person, and the fourth person.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of poetry continued to echo within the Orchid Pavilion.

Some poems are about elegance, some about solitude, and some about the longing between lovers.

The person writing the document listened attentively the whole time.

In the Jia section, Du Chong also stood up.

His four poems are clearly of a higher standard than those of the previous poets.

Especially the poem about flowers: Wildflowers bloom in the humble courtyard, yet remain untouched by the grand mansions. I do not resent the spring breeze's favored richness, but only lament that their fragrance is rarely enjoyed by others.

This poem drew many students to whisper their praises.

Guo Zhan and Zhong Yu also composed poems one after another, and as expected of the second and third place winners, their four poems were met with enthusiastic applause.

In particular, Zhong Yu's last poem about the moon is written with a refined and elegant style.

As a student of the Grand Secretary, the Third Prince's poems were equally impressive, drawing much praise.

The Third Prince looked slightly smug, then turned to look in Jiang Xiaobai's direction.

The next moment, however, he was stunned.

Of course, it wasn't just him; everyone in the entire Lanting Tower looked at Jiang Xiaobai at that moment.

Because Jiang Xiaobai was still sitting there, eyes closed, motionless.

Even... his head tilted slightly.

Ok?

The expressions on everyone's faces immediately turned strange.

Wait, is this guy asleep?

The writer also looked at Jiang Xiaobai.

After waiting a moment and seeing that Jiang Xiaobai still did not react, the writer finally cleared his throat: "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Xiaobai didn't move.

The writer raised an eyebrow slightly, took a step closer, and gently patted Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder: "Young Master Jiang, it's your turn."

Jiang Xiaobai remained unmoved.

"..."

The Lanting Pavilion fell silent once again.

Zhang Xinnian stood to the side, his lips twitching noticeably.

Tang Ningshuang also looked at Jiang Xiaobai, her expression becoming subtle.

The writer slapped the paper again: "Young Master Jiang, it's your turn."

"what?"

Jiang Xiaobai finally opened his eyes. He looked at the person holding the pen with some confusion, then wiped his mouth and looked around.

"Oops, sorry, I fell asleep."

As he spoke, he looked at the person holding the pen and asked in confusion, "What, have they all finished?"