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

quiet!

The entire Lanting Tower was completely silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Jiang Xiaobai on the high platform, as if they had forgotten to breathe at this moment.

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

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

Nung, moon and new moon.

After those words were spoken, it felt as if something had struck everyone's mind hard.

On the fourth floor, Lin Fengshuo stood up abruptly.

He looked at Jiang Xiaobai in disbelief, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Li Bingzhang sat there with his mouth slightly open.

The teacup in his hand trembled even more violently.

He didn't even notice that some tea had spilled.

This month...

hiss!

Even he felt goosebumps all over his body at that moment.

It wasn't just one spot; it flared up all the way from my spine to my scalp.

Indeed, the bright moon, the clear sky, and the magnificent palaces seemed to unfold right before my eyes.

Human joys and sorrows, sunshine and rain, waxing and waning, all ultimately come down to the phrase "sharing the same moon across a thousand miles."

Absolutely!

Absolutely amazing!

Of course, it wasn't just them; after the students present came to their senses, they all started rubbing their arms.

"hiss……"

Why do I have goosebumps all over?

"This month... can they still write like this?!"

"This isn't just about the moon; it's about the entire human world!"

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes..." This saying is likely to go viral!

Within Zone A, all was utterly silent; all twelve people fell silent.

Du Chong's face was stiff, and his hands were tightly gripping his sleeves.

Guo Zhan lowered his head and remained motionless for a long time.

Zhong Yu's lips moved, but in the end, only a bitter smile remained.

How can we even compare them?

Wind, flowers, snow.

The first three songs were already scary enough.

But once this month came out, it completely silenced all their poems.

This guy... is terrifying!

Damn it, is this guy even human?

The writer, standing next to Jiang Xiaobai, also swallowed hard.

His hands were also trembling violently.

It is no exaggeration to say that if this poem were to be circulated back to the Qingshan Society, it would cause a great sensation.

It's not just the Green Robe Society.

The entire scholarly community will likely be shaken by this.

He looked at Jiang Xiaobai, his eyes completely changed. If the poems he had just recited were still impressive, they were now completely different.

That song is something that can truly stand the test of time.

"cough!"

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai cleared his throat.

Upon hearing the voice, everyone's gaze fell upon him again.

Jiang Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, as if he had been thinking for a moment.

Then, he spoke again, but this time, it was not a simple recitation, but a melody.

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

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

The sound came out.

The entire Lanting Tower fell silent once again.

Su Shi's masterpiece has had a profound influence.

When lyrics or poems are set to music, their artistic conception can be elevated to an even higher level.

Jiang Xiaobai, try your best to sing it well.

After all, he couldn't let his masterpiece from his previous life be buried in this world.

"I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers..."

"The higher you climb, the colder it gets..."

Jiang Xiaobai's voice slowly spread throughout the Lanting Tower.

It doesn't require much skill, yet it's clear and clean, like moonlight falling on a lake and then gently pushed away by the wind.

Everyone fell silent again.

They were already deeply moved just by hearing the words.

But at this moment, with this melody, they felt a different layer of color.

Aloof, melancholy, carefree, and finally, a touch of tenderness hidden in the moonlight.

"The light turns through the vermilion pavilion, shines low through the embroidered window, illuminating the sleepless night..."

"There should be no resentment, yet the moon always seems fullest when we're apart..."

Some students even had tears in their eyes as they listened.

They didn't know why they were like this.

I just felt as if something had gently touched my heart.

That feeling was bittersweet, but not sad.

It's more like a person suddenly remembering someone far away, a home they can never return to, or words that have been hidden in their heart for a long time.

Tang Ningshuang was also stunned.

Wait... this guy can compose music too?

This... sounds so good!

She originally thought that Jiang Xiaobai was already surprising enough.

But now I realize that this person always seems to be hiding something.

Zhang Xinnian stood beside him, equally shocked.

No, his young master has this ability?!

How come I never noticed this before?

Could it be that he developed this talent from frequenting brothels all the time?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinnian's expression suddenly became strange.

Well, you know what?

If that's the case, then the young master's previous visits weren't in vain.

Amidst everyone's shock, Jiang Xiaobai's a cappella performance gradually came to an end.

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

"Nothing in this matter is ever perfect."

May we all live long and prosper...

Jiang Xiaobai's voice gradually softened, and the last sentence was like moonlight falling: "A thousand miles apart... we share the same moon."

The sound faded.

The lingering charm still echoed in the building.

For a long, long time, no one spoke.

Jiang Xiaobai looked around and found that everyone seemed to be frozen in place. With a smile, he cupped his hands in greeting to the surroundings.

"Sorry everyone, my singing wasn't very good, please bear with me!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai sat down again.

But after sitting down for a while, he realized that no one was talking.

Ok?

Jiang Xiaobai raised an eyebrow slightly and couldn't help but say, "Why is nobody talking? Looks like... my singing really isn't good!"

The words fell.

The entire Lanting Tower seemed to finally come to its senses, and the next moment, many students started yelling.

"Oh my god, I'm crying!"

"This poem must belong to heaven!"

"Wait, there's this song too! Ugh... Why did I have to hear it? What am I going to do if I want to hear it again next time!"

"Young Master Jiang! Sing it again!"

"Young Master Jiang, I want to have your children, ten of them!"

"I'll give you a hundred!!"

Ok?

As the last sentence fell, Xiao Qingheng almost dropped the teacup in his hand on the fourth floor.

"Zijin!"

Xiao Qingheng frowned immediately and turned to glare at Xiao Zijin.

That's right, the last sentence was shouted by Xiao Zijin.

Xiao Zijing stuck out her tongue, but there was no fear on her face. She looked in Jiang Xiaobai's direction with a strange light in her eyes.

"Brother, may I ask Father to make him the emperor's son-in-law?"

"Nonsense!"

Xiao Qingheng frowned even more deeply.

"Princess, you are of noble birth; how could he be worthy of you!"

Xiao Qingxiu, sitting beside him, couldn't help but speak up.

Xiao Zijing pouted and muttered, "Being able to write such poems and sing them so well is much better than those who only know how to put on airs."

"you……"

Xiao Qingxiu's face darkened further; he knew these words were directed at him.

"Zijin, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Qingheng said in a deep voice.

"oh."

Xiao Zijing responded, but her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiaobai.

His gaze was fixed on her, impossible to look away from.

On the other side, Li Bingzhang burst into laughter.

He made the right bet!

This time, his reputation will likely rise along with Jiang Xiaobai's fame.

From this day forward, who will dare to say that Li Bingzhang is blind?

Who would dare say that he pushed his daughter into a fire pit?

This is hardly a pit of fire.

This is a rare talent!

No, the title "talented scholar" doesn't even quite do him justice.

Li Zhiwei sat beside her, her eyes slightly red, but her face full of surprise.

Looking at Jiang Xiaobai, her heart suddenly softened.

That poem is so beautiful.

It was so good that as she listened, she felt a lump in her throat.

Nung, moon and new moon.

How can these poems be written so well?

Lin Qinrou glanced at Li Zhiwei, her eyes filled with envy.

Such a talented person is hard to find anywhere in the world.

Unfortunately, this man was already Li Zhiwei's fiancé.

She used to think that Jiang Xiaobai was not good enough for Li Zhiwei.

But looking at them now, they seem like a very good match!

Top floor.

The princess gently tapped her jade-like hand on the railing and said softly, "This melody is indeed excellent, and the poem is beautiful too."

Liu Guanlan stood to the side, nodding in deep agreement, but remained silent.

"The romance of nature is all extraordinary."

The princess's eyes flickered slightly, and her voice softened even more: "Or rather..."

"This... is true romance!"