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

"Um?"

After reading the poem, Jiang Xiaobai looked around at the silence and was not surprised. He simply waited with a smile.

"Drinking Wine" is undoubtedly the pinnacle of his previous life as Li Bai.

Anyone who hears this would scream and yell.

When he first read this poem, he was also deeply moved.

That poem, that line, was absolutely brilliant!

Sure enough, not long after, an excited voice rang out.

"Damn it, I just came here to join in the fun, and I ended up hearing such a wonderful poem!"

As soon as this person spoke, the people around him finally came to their senses.

"Ugh, no, no, I'm getting goosebumps all over!"

"Waaah, why do I have to hear such beautiful poetry? How am I supposed to write poetry after this?"

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if you spend all your money, it will come back again. What kind of divine poetry is this?!"

"To share with you the sorrows of ages past—to write about wine, and to achieve such a level of artistry!!"

"My God, each and every one of these lines, taken individually, is enough to be passed down through the ages!!"

"This is a line from heaven!"

An elderly member of the Green Robe Society couldn't help but gasp, staring at Jiang Xiaobai on the arena, his face filled with shock: "Young Master Jiang... is he perhaps a celestial being?!"

Lin Qinrou stood in the crowd, her eyes slightly moist.

Yes, she was excited.

She had never heard such verses before.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinrou couldn't help but turn her head to look at Li Zhiwei beside her: "Zhiwei, you've found such a wonderful husband; I'm truly envious!"

Li Zhiwei smiled and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with admiration.

This poem is truly breathtaking.

She knew Jiang Xiaobai was talented, and she also knew that Jiang Xiaobai's poetry and prose were unparalleled.

But today, Jiang Xiaobai still gave her a huge surprise.

It's a pity her father didn't come, otherwise... he would definitely be extremely excited!

Tang Ningshuang also admired him somewhat. Putting everything else aside, this guy's writing skills were indeed high!

"This is indeed a fine poem!"

At that moment, a soft voice rang out, and the speaker was none other than the eldest princess.

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Tang Ningshuang's expression froze, and she didn't dare to turn her head to look.

But... Princess, aren't you deaf and mute now?

Did she hear you when you suddenly spoke, or not?

Under Tang Ningshuang's strange gaze, Fang Tong on the other side was still excitedly shouting, "Everyone, please believe me, he really is my teacher! I just became his disciple a couple of days ago!"

"Really!"

Upon hearing this, the people around him all looked at Fang Tong, but their gazes were filled with a hint of disdain.

Obviously, nobody believed it.

However, the young men and women following Fang Tong looked on with a hint of envy.

They suddenly realized that Fang Tong's choice might actually have been the right one.

After all, anyone who can compose such verses can benefit greatly simply by being around them and being influenced by their example.

Furthermore, if such verses were to be sent back to the Green Robe Pavilion, they would undoubtedly be placed on the top floor of the Literary Pavilion.

They even felt that the existing top floor of Wenlou might not be worthy of these poems.

Who knows, they might add another layer on top, specifically to display Jiang Xiaobai's creations from today!

At this moment, Teng Zixiu remained silent on the stage, as did the other guests.

Because this last piece, "Bring in the Wine," is absolutely amazing!

Teng Zixiu stood there, her previous resentment gone, and she fell completely silent.

"I told you!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the silent Teng Zixiu and said calmly, "If you dare to compose another poem, then I'll admit defeat!"

"How about you recite one of your poems? No matter how well you do, I, the young master, will immediately concede defeat!"

"No!"

Teng Zixiu shook her head and refused.

He did hate, and he was indeed angry.

In fact... he wanted to beat Jiang Xiaobai more than anyone else.

But that's definitely not how you win!

Jiang Xiaobai's poems did shatter his confidence, but they did not break his spirit.

Ok?

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Teng Zixiu with a somewhat surprised expression.

To be honest, at least this guy has some shame.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai smiled and asked, "Then...shall we begin the second round?"

"Can!"

At the same time, Teng Zixiu turned around and looked at the remaining five people beside him, gesturing to them.

Upon noticing this, the man in blue took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed slightly to Jiang Xiaobai: "I am Yu Zhenglin, from Shufeng Academy in the Qi Kingdom!"

At this moment, Yu Zhenglin looked at Jiang Xiaobai, his expression no longer showing the disdain he had before, and his voice was noticeably polite: "The poem that Young Master Jiang just composed is truly admirable!"

"Therefore, I will not embarrass myself by composing poetry, but as for composing lyrics..."

At this point, Yu Zhenglin looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said earnestly, "I would like to ask the young master for some pointers!"

"Can!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded with a smile.

"I don't know..."

Yu Zhenglin cupped his hands again and asked, "Should the young master set the questions, or should I, Yu, set them?"

"Come on, come on!"

Jiang Xiaobai spoke up.

"good!"

Yu Zhenglin responded, "Then... let's use people as the subject, shall we?"

"people?"

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly.

what?

Yu Zhenglin was taken aback when he saw Jiang Xiaobai sigh.

Could it be that this question is a bit difficult for Jiang Xiaobai?

Thinking of this, Yu Zhenglin said, "If Young Master Jiang feels it's not suitable, we can change it..."

But before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xiaobai raised a finger and gently placed it to his lips: "Shh..."

Yu Zhenglin stood there, completely bewildered.

What is Jiang Xiaobai doing?

As Yu Zhenglin remained puzzled, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, looked into the distance of the street, and slowly began to speak.

"The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers, and blows down stars like rain."

With just a few simple words, it was as if a sky full of lights appeared before everyone's eyes.

A gentle breeze blows by, and the lights twinkle like scattered stars.

"The road is filled with the fragrance of fine carriages, the sound of phoenix flutes is heard, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

As Jiang Xiaobai spoke, the splendor of the lantern festival seemed to appear completely before everyone's eyes.

People come and go on the long street, and music plays continuously.

Everyone present was stunned.

Yes, this poem has a completely different feel from Jiang Xiaobai's previous works.

The wine was being poured ahead, and the atmosphere was extremely unrestrained.

This one, however, is extremely magnificent.

Jiang Xiaobai's voice continued: "Moths and willows, golden threads, laughter and fragrance linger."

At this moment, it was as if a group of elegantly dressed women were walking past under the lights, smiling, with the faint scent of perfume wafting through the air.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhenglin frowned.

Is it just about people?

But where are the real people?

Just as he was wondering, Jiang Xiaobai paused slowly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, and said with a smile, "I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, and suddenly I turned around..."

Jiang Xiaobai's gaze fell on Li Zhiwei, a faint smile appearing on his face: "That person is there, in the dim light!"

boom!

The last sentence fell.

The expressions of everyone around them changed simultaneously.

Li Zhiwei stood there, completely stunned.

Especially when she realized that Jiang Xiaobai was looking at her, her face under the veil suddenly became burning hot.

I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd.

Suddenly turning around, I found that person in the dimly lit place.

Is Jiang Xiaobai writing about her?

Just as the atmosphere became extremely delicate, Zhang Xinnian suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Haha, look!"

"My young master is looking at me, and he's saying... hey, could it be me?!"