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

"Excuse me, everyone, my throat suddenly feels a bit sore!"

Jiang Xiaobai noticed that all eyes were on him, so he immediately cupped his hands in apology, looking embarrassed, and said, "Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Previously, he had only vaguely guessed that the four famous works mentioned by Lin Fengshuo might just be the four poems he had written at the poetry gathering last night.

But after hearing Lin Fengshuo's explanation, he knew in his heart that there was no doubt about it.

Li Zhiwei glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, her cheeks flushing slightly. She didn't say anything more, but slowly unfolded the scroll in her hand and laid it on the long table next to her.

In a short time.

Many students around couldn't help but gather around.

Gu Zhiyan and the other elders also stood up and moved a little closer to the long table.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai naturally followed Zhang Xinnian, who was beside him, and slowly approached.

Just then, Li Zhiwei's voice rang out: "I think these four poems are not only masterpieces, but also possess a spirit and grandeur that are far beyond the reach of ordinary students."

"Even among the poems published in Beijing in recent years, this would be considered top-notch!"

Li Zhiwei paused slightly before continuing, "As for the poet, allow me to keep you in suspense for now. We can discuss it after you've given your feedback!"

As Li Zhiwei finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai's expression turned strange, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Miss Li, does this person... really possess such talent?!"

"Please tell me, who... is he?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai noticed the fierce glare from Li Zhiwei and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This caused those around Jiang Xiaobai to look at him with obvious displeasure.

Standing by the table, Li Zhiwei's face turned even redder after hearing the laughter.

She gently bit her red lips, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, and of course... a hint of indescribable helplessness.

This guy, even though he knows it's me, he's still acting like that. He's really annoying!

Jiang Xiaobai could hardly contain his amusement at Li Zhiwei's state.

As for Zhang Xinnian beside him, he was keeping his head down, his face flushed red.

Yes, it wasn't until now that he finally realized what his young master had been laughing about.

original……

These four famous poems that Lin Fengshuo praised so highly were actually written by his own son!

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinnian's lips twitched involuntarily.

Their appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention.

But soon, everyone's attention returned to the four poems themselves.

As soon as these four poems were laid out, even those who had never seen them before were almost immediately captivated, and soon exclamations of admiration followed.

"Wonderful! These four poems are truly wonderful!"

"What a fine character!"

"This sentence is absolutely brilliant!"

"Wow... Four poems in a row, and each one is excellent, truly amazing!"

"This person's writing not only possesses spirit, but also integrity, which is truly rare!"

"Especially the transition and conclusion, it was all done in one smooth motion!"

Immediately, exclamations of praise rang out.

Gu Zhiyan stood before the long table, staring intently at the four poems, his astonishment deepening. He couldn't help but exclaim, "The person who wrote them is undoubtedly a genius!"

"Such poetry and prose are definitely not something an ordinary young person could write!"

And just as he finished speaking...

Suddenly, a laugh rang out from the side.

But this time, the person who spoke up wasn't Jiang Xiaobai.

It was Zhang Xinnian, Jiang Xiaobai's bodyguard.

no way.

He simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Considering their young master's reputation in the capital, and then looking at these people so earnestly praising his work like this...

The contrast was just too great.

It was so big that even this soldier, who usually kept a straight face, almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in.

Swish!

With that laugh, all eyes around him immediately turned to look at him again.

Zhang Xinnian's face stiffened, and he quickly lowered his head.

Even so, many students have already frowned.

However, given the current situation, no one immediately reacted.

Since Elder Lin hadn't spoken yet, they simply suppressed their dissatisfaction and continued to critique the four poems.

A moment later.

Gu Zhiyan finally looked up from the scroll of poems, his gaze falling on Li Zhiwei standing to the side. He said with emotion, "Zhiwei, this poem and these lyrics... you wrote them, didn't you?"

In his opinion, if these four works were not by Master Lin, then among the younger generation present, only Li Zhiwei could have done so.

That's why he asked that question subconsciously.

However, upon hearing this...

Li Zhiwei's already slightly flushed cheeks turned even redder. She gently shook her head and whispered, "It wasn't me."

"Not you?"

Gu Zhiyan was clearly taken aback.

Not only him, but even the three elders beside him showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

At this moment, Gu Zhiyan gave a wry smile: "You silly girl, stop keeping me in suspense. Who exactly wrote these four poems?"

"Ha ha……"

As soon as Gu Zhiyan finished speaking, Zhang Xinnian, who was standing next to Jiang Xiaobai, couldn't hold back and burst into laughter again.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore.

Yes, even if Elder Lin hadn't spoken, they couldn't stand it anymore!

"That's enough!"

A furious shout rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. It was the young student who had recognized Jiang Xiaobai earlier and had been rendered red-faced by Jiang's retort about Chunyue Tower.

At this moment, his face was ashen, glaring at Jiang Xiaobai and the guards, his eyes filled with rage, clearly having reached his limit: "You... I've tolerated you for a long time!"

"What's the meaning behind your repeated laughter from just now until now?"

"Don't tell me you think these four poems are bad?"

Startled by the shout, Zhang Xinnian shrank back, opened his mouth as if to explain, but couldn't come up with anything. He could only suppress his laughter, his face turning almost blue.

Seeing this, the student's anger intensified. He abruptly turned to Jiang Xiaobai, his voice filled with rage: "And you, keep an eye on your servants!"

"What kind of place is this? How dare you be so rude and insolent!"

At this point, the student, still seemingly unsatisfied, added with a cold laugh, "Hmph, these four poems, I'm afraid you could never compose in your entire life!"

These words were spoken.

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh.

Upon seeing this, the student's face flushed even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed. He stared intently at Jiang Xiaobai, his chest heaving, clearly furious.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, Li Zhiwei, who had been standing by the long table, blushed slightly, slowly looked in the direction of Jiang Xiaobai, and spoke softly.

"Actually, these four poems..."

"It was written by Prince Jiang!!"