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

"Yes, it's all done."

The middle-aged man, who was writing the document, looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a helpless expression: "Your turn!"

Sigh, is this young master of the Jiang family really not in a hurry at all?

He was still sitting there, asleep.

Not even listening to other people's poems, how much confidence does that take?

Of course, he wasn't the only one who thought this way.

Inside the Lanting Tower, the students present looked at Jiang Xiaobai with even more complex expressions.

That's outrageous, absolutely outrageous.

We just won the game, so it's understandable that we're a little arrogant.

But now it's all about romance and nature, so I've written four poems in a row.

These students from District A are all extraordinary.

Du Chong, Guo Zhan, and Zhong Yu, in particular, had just received a standing ovation for their poems.

Jiang Xiaobai actually fell asleep?

They completely disregarded these people!

"Oh, it's my turn!"

Jiang Xiaobai stretched, rubbed his eyes, then picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

After swallowing the tea, he cleared his throat and looked at the person holding the pen, saying, "By the way, what was the topic again this time?"

puff……

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, Zhang Xinnian couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

No, his heir... this is just too infuriating.

There were twelve people here racking their brains, writing one poem after another.

The young master, on the other hand, woke up and asked what the question was again.

Isn't this like stabbing people in the heart?

Tang Ningshuang, standing to the side, glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and almost couldn't hold back her emotions.

This guy, he can drive people crazy wherever he goes.

The writer's face darkened.

He now truly understands just how infuriating Jiang Xiaobai is.

After taking a deep breath, the writer, suppressing his anger, said, "Four poems on the theme of wind, flowers, snow, and moon."

"Young Master Jiang, please!"

"oh."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded: "Romantic tales."

As he spoke, he put down his teacup, seemingly lost in thought.

Seeing him fall silent, a cold smile appeared on Du Chong's lips in the Jia section.

"What's wrong?"

Du Chong looked at Jiang Xiaobai, his voice laced with sarcasm: "Does Young Master Jiang find it difficult?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people looked at Jiang Xiaobai.

Yeah, weren't you being pretty arrogant just now?

Didn't they say that all the students in the building together wouldn't back down?

Why aren't you saying anything now?

"Oh, no, no."

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, glanced at Du Chong, and said seriously, "I have too many ideas, I don't know which one to choose."

"..."

Du Chong's sneer deepened.

Still having too many ideas?

What a damn good show-off!

The other students from the Jiazi District also had slightly cold expressions.

Jiang Xiaobai is still being stubborn.

Jiang Xiaobai naturally couldn't be bothered with them.

That's right, its 5,000-year history speaks for itself.

There are countless famous poems throughout the ages about romance and nature.

He... definitely needs to be selective.

Now that we're standing here at the Orchid Pavilion, let the people of this world experience the poetry of his world!

Feel it, feel it, what it means to have five thousand years of cultural heritage!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai slowly raised his head, and the next moment, his voice suddenly rang out: "With the wind as the theme..."

"It can make the leaves fall in autumn and the flowers bloom in February."

"A thousand-foot wave crosses the river, ten thousand bamboo stalks bend."

After he finished speaking, the Lanting Tower fell silent.

Many people were taken aback.

wind?

There is not a single word for "wind" in this poem.

But upon closer reflection, one can sense that what is written here is nothing but wind.

Although there is not a single word for "wind," the wind is everywhere.

After a moment, some people began to realize what was happening, and their expressions became moved.

"This...the entire poem is without wind, yet every line seems to carry the scent of wind?"

"Brilliant!"

"It can make autumn leaves fall and spring flowers bloom; this wind has taken shape!"

"A thousand-foot wave surges across the river, ten thousand bamboo stalks bend precariously—that's the grandeur!"

Whispers arose from all around.

Those students who were originally waiting to see Jiang Xiaobai make a fool of himself all changed their expressions at this moment.

This poem is absolutely brilliant!

The twelve people in Zone A naturally understood the subtlety of it all.

Everyone looked incredulous.

The sarcasm on Du Chong's face froze, his hands tightened slightly, and he finally sat back down.

Yes, this one song alone has already overshadowed the opinions of many others.

"What a beautiful poem!"

On the fourth floor, Li Bingzhang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

This time, he didn't lower his voice.

Because he really couldn't help it.

Gu Zhiyan nodded in agreement: "It has no word for wind, yet it perfectly captures the essence of wind."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Lin Fengshuo stroked his beard, and his smile deepened.

As for Fan Xinghe, his expression had lost its previous disdain, and he looked at Jiang Xiaobai with more seriousness.

A poem, perhaps, can be described as a chance occurrence.

But Jiang Xiaobai, who just stunned everyone with three consecutive poems, is now equally amazing with his first poem, "Ode to the Wind."

This can no longer be explained by coincidence.

Jiang Xiaobai seemed oblivious to everyone's reactions, simply picking up his teacup again and taking a sip.

Then, Jiang Xiaobai continued, "Let's use flowers as the theme!"

"A few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold."

"From afar I know it's not snow, for there is a faint fragrance."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent once again.

plum bossom!

Plum blossoms in the snow!

This song looks simple, but the simpler it is, the cleaner it appears.

Without elaborate language or deliberate showing off, the plum blossom's solitude and the subtle fragrance's coolness immediately stood the test of time.

This gave many people goosebumps.

Li Zhiwei, sitting on the fourth floor, clenched her fists slightly upon hearing this.

For some reason, she felt that this poem was very similar to Jiang Xiaobai.

He doesn't seem to care what others think of him.

As long as he's willing to drive it, he'll drive it himself; no one will recognize him, yet his fragrance will still waft through the air.

Lin Qinrou's eyes shone even brighter; this poem was even more subdued than the previous one.

But beneath this simplicity lies a profound strength.

Before the surrounding crowd could fully react, Jiang Xiaobai's voice rang out again: "The theme is snow!"

"Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths."

"An old man in a straw hat and raincoat, alone in a small boat, fishing in the cold river snow."

boom!

As soon as the poem was recited, a collective gasp filled the entire Orchid Pavilion.

The first two songs were already amazing.

That song, however, was one that truly struck a chord with the listener.

Birds have vanished from the mountains.

All traces of people have vanished from the paths.

The heavens and earth are vast and desolate, and all things are silent.

On that lone boat, an old man in a straw hat and raincoat fished alone in the cold river snow.

The scene is so cold, and so stunning.

It was as if just four lines of poetry had dragged the entire Lanting Tower into a landscape of cold, snowy river.

Some people opened their mouths, only to find that they couldn't utter a single word.

That's amazing, absolutely incredible!

"This snow..."

Gu Zhiyan murmured something, then couldn't help but shake his head: "It's not about writing about snow, it's about fully capturing the loneliness and desolation."

Lin Fengshuo nodded slightly.

The excitement in Li Bingzhang's eyes was impossible to hide.

Great, fantastic!

This kid is really going to tear down the Lanting Tower today!

Within the Jiazi area, Zhong Yu's face also paled.

His poem about the moon had just drawn cheers from the audience.

But now, hearing Jiang Xiaobai's three poems, he suddenly felt that his own poems from earlier had been blown away by the wind.

Guo Zhan remained silent as well.

The third prince was also sitting there, his expression turning extremely unpleasant.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and slowly stood up.

"The wind, the flowers, and the snow are here."

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai patted the hem of his clothes, glanced around, and finally said, "This month, naturally, cannot be bad either."

The Lanting Tower fell into complete silence.

Everyone was looking at Jiang Xiaobai.

Yes, the first three songs are already so amazing.

What about the final song, "Moon"?

Jiang Xiaobai smiled slightly, and then his voice rang out: "The theme is the moon!"

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky."

"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."

Ok?

Many people frowned upon hearing this.

What kind of poem is this?

The sentence structure seems a bit off.

It doesn't resemble a five-character poem.

It doesn't resemble a seven-character poem either.

It doesn't even resemble ordinary poetic forms.

But Jiang Xiaobai's voice did not stop: "I want to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade palaces and towers are too cold at such heights."

"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!"

As the words continued to spread, the expressions of many people inside the building gradually changed.

Some people were initially puzzled, but as they listened, they gradually quieted down.

This is no ordinary poem, yet its artistic conception... surpasses that of ordinary poems.

When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

The question concerns both the moon and the sky.

The phrase "the higher you climb, the colder it gets" deeply moved many people on the fourth floor.

The eldest princess, sitting on the top floor, glanced at this and her gaze shifted slightly.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets; she seemed to understand these five words better than others.

Jiang Xiaobai's voice remained steady: "Turning to the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the moonlight shines on the sleepless night. There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiwei's expression changed.

This month, there were unexpected partings.

With longing comes regret in the human world.

At this moment, no one in the entire Lanting Tower made a sound.

Everyone was listening, even Du Chong and the Third Prince fell silent.

Jiang Xiaobai raised his head slightly, looking at the faint light of day outside the Lanting Tower.

Then, his voice was soft and gentle, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes."

"Nothing in this matter is ever perfect."

At this point, Jiang Xiaobai paused slightly.

The final line falls slowly: "May we all live long and prosper, though separated by a thousand miles...to share the beauty of the moon!"