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

"Your Highness, have you thought of something?"

Seeing the smile on Jiang Xiaobai's lips, Zhang Xinnian couldn't help but lower his voice and ask a question.

Jiang Xiaobai's smile deepened, but he didn't say anything. He simply leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.

Ok?

Zhang Xinnian was stunned.

No, what does Your Highness mean by this?

At this moment, everyone around noticed Jiang Xiaobai's reaction.

That's right, everyone else has already started writing.

Du Chong wrote even faster.

Guo Zhan and Zhong Yu also each wrote their own pieces.

Even the Third Prince, after a moment of contemplation, picked up his pen.

But Jiang Xiaobai, on the other hand, didn't even bother to pick up a pen; he had closed his eyes.

This is quite puzzling.

"Why hasn't Jiang Xiaobai written it yet?"

"Could it be that I'm not good enough at writing?"

Discussions gradually arose.

Many people are now looking at Jiang Xiaobai with renewed suspicion.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai's romantic gesture just now was truly amazing.

The more amazing it was, the more people wanted to see if Jiang Xiaobai had any shortcomings.

If he truly cannot write articles, then at least it shows that this person is not omnipotent.

At this moment, the sound of pens still scribbling continues in the Jiazi section.

Half an hour later.

Du Chong was the first to stop writing.

He put down his brush, looked at the article he had written on the paper, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Yes, he was quite satisfied with this one.

It's not much worse than his previous work, "On the Poor Scholar".

In particular, this time, taking advantage of the untitled title, he wrote about a poor scholar climbing a tower to look into the distance, about the prosperity of the capital, and also about the hardships of a poor family.

Ultimately, it comes down to scholars paving the way and the court recognizing talent.

The theme is solid and very relevant to today's situation.

Thinking of this, Du Chong immediately looked at Jiang Xiaobai.

When Du Chong saw Jiang Xiaobai still leaning there, looking like he was resting with his eyes closed, his sneer deepened.

It seems this guy is really done for.

If you are truly confident, why hesitate to put pen to paper?

Jiang Xiaobai, no matter how amazing you were before, you will eventually reveal your true colors here in the article.

The writer, standing beside the platform, saw Du Chong finish writing first and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He did indeed have some admiration for Du Chong.

Firstly, Du Chong was already a very talented person in the examination hall in recent years.

Secondly, he himself came from a poor family.

Du Chong's essay "On the Poor Scholar" struck a chord with him.

In addition, there was the book "The Tale of the White-Clad Swordsman," which was also well-written and widely circulated among students.

Therefore, he had been paying attention to Du Chong before coming to Beijing.

Seeing Du Chong take the first stroke, I naturally felt a sense of anticipation.

As he praised it, Guo Zhan stopped writing.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yu also put down his brush.

The two looked at their own writings and a slight smile appeared on their faces.

After that, the students put down their pens one after another.

The third prince was the last to put pen to paper.

As he put down his brush, his gaze inadvertently swept towards Jiang Xiaobai.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai still didn't make a move, he frowned slightly.

Is this person really not going to write?

"Young Master Jiang."

The writer finally couldn't hold back any longer and looked at Jiang Xiaobai: "Aren't you going to write?"

"If I don't write now, I won't have time later."

"I won't write it."

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head.

The two simple words immediately startled the writer.

Not writing?

The Lanting Tower also fell silent for a moment.

Then, the discussion started again.

"Not writing?"

"Is this a sign of giving up?"

"It seems he's really no good at writing!"

"That's true, no one can be good at everything, he's already very strong!"

The writer looked at Jiang Xiaobai and sighed softly.

It seems that Jiang Xiaobai has given up.

It's a pity. The previous performance was so amazing. It would be a shame if it all came down to the writing.

Above the fourth floor.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingxiu sneered, "It was indeed amazing at the beginning, but now it seems it's reached its limit!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was suddenly kicked hard in the leg.

Xiao Qingxiu's expression changed, and he looked up to find Xiao Zijing glaring at him: "I won't allow you to talk about him like that!"

"..."

Xiao Qingxiu's lips twitched, wanting to retort, but seeing Xiao Zijing's protective attitude, he ultimately held back.

Xiao Qingheng sat beside him, holding a teacup, without saying a word.

However, when his gaze fell on Jiang Xiaobai, his eyes were even more intense than before.

the other side.

Zhao Sheng glanced at Chen Zhanqiu and said calmly, "If he can't write an article, then there's still room for maneuver."

"It seems he really can't write anymore."

"Let's hope so!"

Chen Zhanqiu's face darkened: "It's hard to say until the very end."

As he spoke, Chen Zhanqiu looked down at Jiang Xiaobai, his face grim, and said, "He fell asleep during the 'Romance and Nature' question earlier. I thought he was a complete idiot."

"And then? This kid woke up and unleashed a devastating attack—who could withstand that?"

At this point, Chen Zhanqiu took a deep breath: "So... I dare not have any expectations right now."

"If he causes another big incident, my heart can't take it."

"Your Excellency is overthinking this."

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and looked down again, saying, "Articles and poems, including couplets, are all different."

"If he wrote it, he wrote it; if he didn't write it, then he really didn't write it. I understand that."

"Um!"

As Chen Zhanqiu responded, he sighed again.

He understood, but he still couldn't find peace of mind.

Li Bingzhang also looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a puzzled expression.

Is this kid really not going to write anymore?

Li Zhiwei sat beside her, her fingers clenched slightly, her expression revealing a hint of worry.

Lin Qinrou was also filled with curiosity.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't make a single stroke throughout the entire process, which is somewhat puzzling.

"He's probably up to something again."

Lin Fengshuo stroked his beard and smiled.

Upon hearing this, Li Bingzhang couldn't help but chuckle: "That's just like him."

Fan Xinghe sat beside him, but his brows were furrowed.

He no longer dares to underestimate Jiang Xiaobai.

But articles are different from poems.

If Jiang Xiaobai really doesn't put pen to paper, what will happen later?

Time passed little by little.

Soon, the last person in the "A" section, who was drunk, also stopped writing, marking the end of this moment.

At this moment, everyone thought that Jiang Xiaobai would start writing quickly and amaze the audience, but they found that Jiang Xiaobai was still sitting there, motionless.

He... really gave up?

The writer glanced at everyone, then at Jiang Xiaobai, remained silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "Alright, time's up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the building looked at Jiang Xiaobai, with most of them looking on with regret and pity.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai's previous work was quite amazing, and they hoped to see him write even more amazing articles.

It's a real shame now!

"Alright, collect all the articles!"

The writer took a deep breath and continued, "Next, I will read aloud all the articles!"

As the writer finished speaking, the people below began to put away the article.

When all the submissions had been collected by the authors, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and said, "Wait, my submission hasn't been collected yet!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai handed over a blank sheet of paper...