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

"Prince Jiang wins this round!"

As the writer spoke, he glanced at Jiang Xiaobai with an expression of amazement.

In the past, when the examinations were held at Lanting Tower, if the poems or essays were involved, at least a few learned scholars or elders upstairs would be needed to evaluate them.

After all, there is no absolute first place in literature. Sometimes, whether a poem is good or not depends not only on its neatness, but also on its artistic conception, word choice, and spirit.

But now, the gap is so large that judgment has lost its meaning.

Four themes on romance, flowers, snow, and moon.

Jiang Xiaobai's four poems immediately silenced all the poems that came before him.

In this situation, why bother with evaluation? Just make a judgment directly.

Moreover, he believed that no one would object.

Sure enough, as soon as the writer finished speaking, none of the twelve people in Section A spoke, while the surrounding students erupted in cheers once again.

Jiang Xiaobai sat there, holding his teacup. After hearing the verdict, he turned his head to look at the person holding the pen: "Ah, did I win again?"

"I only... wrote four poems!"

He knew that what he said might make people hate him.

But at this critical juncture, he has five thousand years of history and culture to back him up. If he doesn't act arrogantly now, when will he?!

This is the source of absolute confidence!

"..."

The writer wore a wry smile.

Listen to that, how infuriating!

I just casually wrote four poems?

If those four poems were written casually, then what about those people in District A who racked their brains to write them?

Is this a writing practice?

He's starting to understand more and more that Jiang Xiaobai's greatest strength isn't just his talent, but also his silver tongue.

He can make you furious, but you just can't find a place to vent your anger!

After sighing, the writer looked at Jiang Xiaobai and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Jiang, if I may be so bold as to ask a question..."

"Did you write those two articles?"

Previously, he thought it wasn't true, but now, after seeing Jiang Xiaobai's talent, he feels it probably is!

Upon hearing this, the noise inside the Orchid Pavilion subsided considerably.

Many people also turned their attention to Jiang Xiaobai.

Yes, nowadays, who would dare say that Jiang Xiaobai has no talent?

Three couplets on the same theme, and four poems on the theme of wind, flowers, snow, and moon.

If they have no talent, then what are they?

But the more this is the case, the more people want to know.

Did Jiang Xiaobai actually write "On Teachers" and "On Horses"?

"No, no!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and answered very quickly: "I'm just an ignorant and good-for-nothing playboy, how could I possibly write such articles?"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand again: "Those two articles have absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Please, please don't pin this on me!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the writer's expression grew even more peculiar.

For some reason, the more Jiang Xiaobai said this, the more he felt that the two articles were related to Jiang Xiaobai.

But if that's the case, then this person is really strange.

Despite having already demonstrated such talent, they still insist on denying it.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have wanted to pin those two articles on themselves.

But Jiang Xiaobai is different; when others try to press him down, he pushes them away.

Above the fourth floor.

Li Bingzhang simply smiled and shook his head when he heard Jiang Xiaobai's words.

This kid is getting slyer the more you look at him.

Lin Fengshuo stroked his beard, a smile playing on his lips.

He could probably guess what Jiang Xiaobai was thinking.

Not rushing to admit it will only make people more suspicious.

The real turning point comes when everyone finally realizes that there can be no one else but him.

Moreover, he remembered what Jiang Xiaobai had said before: the article would speak for itself, and even if he didn't say anything, someone would automatically press it against him.

Perhaps this is the moment Jiang Xiaobai has been waiting for!

The writer, though puzzled, did not delve into the matter further, as the assessment was not yet over.

After turning his gaze away, the writer slowly began to speak: "Next is the fourth question in this assessment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in charge below quickly got to work.

Some people brought over writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, while others spread out the paper.

These items were quickly arranged on the table where Jiang Xiaobai was.

Zhang Xinnian stood to the side, looking at the set of writing brush and ink, and couldn't help but whisper, "Young Master, it looks like we'll be practicing calligraphy this time."

"I can tell."

Jiang Xiaobai responded.

Tang Ningshuang stood to the side without saying a word, only looking at the writing brushes and ink.

She didn't understand the article, but judging from the situation, she knew that the questions to come would not be as simple as the ones before.

The writer looked at the thirteen students in Section A and said, "The fourth question is to write an essay."

"This question is untitled, so feel free to express your ideas!"

Untitled?

As soon as the words were spoken, the twelve people in Zone A exchanged glances.

Then, one by one, they fell into deep thought.

Untitled is actually more difficult than titled.

Having a question at least tells you which direction to take when you start writing.

However, if there is no title, it means that anything can be written, and it is precisely because of this that it tests a person's accumulation of knowledge and vision the most.

Describing scenery, people, aspirations, or perhaps the world?

If the wrong direction is chosen, even a good article may be considered inferior.

Jiang Xiaobai slowly picked up his teacup and continued drinking his tea.

But as he drank, his expression changed slightly.

An article.

Ah, there are too many ancient and profound articles from past lives.

Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Record of the Drunken Pavilion, Ode to the Red Cliff...

Damn it, I can't choose any of them.

That's right, the reason is that the historical foundation of five thousand years in the previous life was too terrifying.

Sometimes it's not that we don't have anything useful, it's that we have too much stuff, which is a real headache!

But without a doubt, any one of his works could be devastating.

With a sigh, Jiang Xiaobai smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead.

Du Chong happened to witness this scene.

Du Chong's previously gloomy expression finally softened, and he let out a cold laugh.

It seems that writing articles has become a difficult task for Jiang Xiaobai.

Otherwise, he wouldn't look so troubled. Jiang Xiaobai did win beautifully in the couplet and poetry competition.

But articles are different; they need to have a beginning, development, transition, and conclusion, and even more importantly, they need to have a profound understanding of the subject matter.

You can't overwhelm someone with just a few amazing words.

The article was not difficult for him.

After all, he was the one who could write "On the Poor Scholar".

This question is destined for him to stand at the top.

With this thought in mind, confidence reappeared in Du Chong's eyes. He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

The pen tip landed on the paper, quickly producing a soft sound.

Guo Zhan glanced at Du Chong, pondered for a moment, and then picked up his brush.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yu also moved.

Then came a few other students.

One after another, they started writing.

After pondering for a long time, the Third Prince slowly picked up his pen.

For a moment, the only sound in the "A" section was the nib of a pen gliding across paper.

The rustling sound added a touch of tension.

But while all twelve people had already started writing, Jiang Xiaobai remained sitting there motionless.

His expression still carried a hint of helplessness.

Zhang Xinnian glanced at the others, then at Jiang Xiaobai, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Young Master, why aren't you writing yet?"

Actually, not only was he curious, but everyone present was also staring at Jiang Xiaobai.

Many students looked puzzled. Just now, Jiang Xiaobai was asleep during a romantic chat, but after waking up, he was able to dominate the entire room in one fell swoop.

What about this time?

Jiang Xiaobai can't just keep sleeping, can he?

The writer also glanced at Jiang Xiaobai from time to time.

He no longer dares to judge Jiang Xiaobai using common sense.

The problem is, everyone else has already written about it, but Jiang Xiaobai hasn't done anything, which is really puzzling.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't speak, but stared at the papers on the table, articles flashing through his mind.

Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion?

This is indeed a masterpiece for all time.

Moreover, the name "Lanting" is indeed fitting for this Lanting Tower.

Can……

Jiang Xiaobai quickly shook his head again.

It's not quite appropriate. The beginning of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" is indeed elegant, with the image of a winding stream and a gathering of wise men.

However, the lament about life and death that follows is somewhat inconsistent with the assessment at Lanting Tower today.

The current situation requires suppressing Shihlin.

What we need is to shut those people up, and to elevate the mind of scholars.

It wasn't meant to make the students present suddenly lament the brevity of life.

After a moment, Jiang Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly.

An article suddenly popped into his mind.

Towers, scholars, the world.

Ah, isn't this perfect for the moment?

Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up little by little.

I've got it!