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

"In that case, I'll go first!"

At this moment, a young man stepped forward first.

He straightened his robes, took two steps forward, raised his head, looked at the crowd around him, and a hint of confidence flashed in his eyes.

Obviously.

He was quite proud of being the first to step forward.

After all, at a poetry gathering, the first person to step forward, if they write well, is often the one who most easily attracts attention.

Thinking of this, the man's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately began to recite.

"A person must have backbone to live; one cannot bow one's head or be troubled. If one retreats first in the face of adversity, how can one be considered a person of integrity and elegance?"

As the poem was recited, several cheers immediately rang out from the surroundings.

"good!"

"Poetic and insightful!"

"While not exactly amazing, it's a safe bet!"

Hearing the voices around him, the young man's smug expression deepened.

Yes.

He was the first to stand up.

Moreover, in his own opinion, the poem was quite good.

At least, he's probably better than most people present.

Thinking of this, the man puffed out his chest, and his expression became more arrogant.

However, Jiang Xiaobai, who was not far away, couldn't help but look at him strangely.

next moment.

His lips twitched, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This... can it even be called poetry?

For a moment, Jiang Xiaobai's expression became somewhat subtle.

Before he could think any further, the second person had already eagerly come out.

He was a rather tall and thin man.

He stepped forward, cleared his throat, and then calmly said, "The theme of 'moral integrity' is indeed excellent!"

"Coincidentally, I have quite a bit of experience in this area!"

"So, the inspiration came extremely quickly!"

After saying that, the man smiled slightly, then shook his head and recited: "The pine tree stands beside the rocks, unafraid of wind or frost, its body straight, leaves green, and roots firm, it looks like a fine tree."

As the poem ended.

A chorus of cheers erupted from all around once again.

"good!"

"Well written!"

"Using the pine tree as a theme is brilliant!!"

"Yes, this one is clearly superior to the previous one!"

Hearing the praise from the people around him, the second man to come up had an even wider smile on his face.

She even deliberately raised her head and glanced in Li Zhiwei's direction.

It seemed as if they hoped to see a hint of admiration on that stunningly beautiful face.

however.

Just then.

"puff……"

A burst of laughter, which couldn't be suppressed, suddenly rang out.

Everyone was taken aback at first.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xiaobai was seen standing not far away, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Clearly, that laughter just now came from Jiang Xiaobai's mouth.

And this time, it was clearly even more outrageous than before.

The smile on the man's face froze instantly.

Jiang Xiaobai, on the other hand, seemed to have finally lost his composure, covering his mouth and trembling even more violently.

Upon seeing this, many people around immediately turned their gazes in that direction.

There was surprise among them.

He frowned.

Of course, there were also obvious complaints.

The man who had just finished reciting the poem turned pale, and anger appeared in his eyes.

"Excuse me, everyone, I'm so sorry!"

Jiang Xiaobai waved his hands repeatedly: "I just... suddenly thought of something funny!"

"Keep going, keep going!"

That being said, his face was flushed from trying to suppress his laughter, which was not convincing at all.

"you……"

Upon seeing this, the man's face immediately turned red.

I just felt a tightness in my chest.

This is an utter disgrace!

But Jiang Xiaobai's words just now were perfectly flawless.

He insisted that he had only thought of something funny.

For a moment, he couldn't bring himself to lash out directly.

In the end, he could only flick his sleeves heavily, snort coldly, and retreat.

However, the matter clearly did not end there.

Just then, another person came out.

The man was clearly somewhat unconvinced. After standing still, he immediately began to recite: "A proud spirit rises in the wind..."

However, he had only uttered the first sentence.

"Hahaha!"

Then, an even clearer laugh rang out again.

And this time, there was absolutely no attempt to conceal it.

The man's voice abruptly stopped.

Then he suddenly turned his head and glared angrily at Jiang Xiaobai.

"Jiang Xiaobai!"

"Aren't you going too far?"

"You...you...you're utterly disgraceful!"

As his angry shout fell, the expressions of the crowd, who had been relatively restrained, all turned hostile.

obviously.

They also felt that Jiang Xiaobai had gone a bit too far.

Regardless of how well the poem is written.

Laughing like that, one after another, is really too disrespectful.

However, just as the man was filled with anger, before Jiang Xiaobai could even speak...

the other side.

A voice, tinged with laughter, suddenly rang out: "Young Master Jiang is laughing so happily... surely you have a good poem to recite?"

The sound came out.

The expressions of everyone present changed immediately.

They all looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, three figures were slowly approaching.

Two men and one woman.

One of them was the white-clad man who had been sitting in the pavilion earlier.

The other person was Zeng Qingchi, a man of extraordinary bearing and noble birth.

As for the woman, she was the one who had been playing the zither in the pavilion earlier.

However, Jiang Xiaobai did not recognize any of these three people.

The one who had just spoken was the man in white.

With a faint smile, he stepped forward, looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and continued in a gentle tone, "How about this?"

"I just thought of one too, how about... we compare them?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai raised her head and glanced at the man in white.

Seeing the other person smiling, but beneath that smile, there was a hint of something indescribable.

That's right, it looks like he spoke casually, but it's also clear that it carries a hint of teasing.

"What, scared?"

Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai remained silent, the man in white smiled slightly.

"It's not that bad!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Shall we go first, you or me?"

Upon hearing this, the man in white smiled slightly and gestured for him to proceed.

"If that's the case..."

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up immediately: "Then I won't be polite!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Immediately, many disdainful glances came from all around.

In their view.

Jiang Xiaobai is nothing but a good-for-nothing playboy who is ignorant and incompetent.

The fact that I could casually recite that insulting poem before was mostly just a coincidence.

Now, faced with a topic like "moral integrity," what can he possibly come up with?

"Hmph, all that pretense. I'll see what this piece of trash can actually write!"

"Yeah, don't let it get to the point where you can't even finish a complete sentence!"

Whispers drifted from the surroundings, but Jiang Xiaobai seemed oblivious, saying, "Since it's poetry, I'll start with a lyric!"

After speaking, Jiang Xiaobai cleared his throat lightly, then raised his eyes slightly. In that instant, his entire demeanor seemed to change somewhat.

He had lost some of his previous cynicism and gained an indescribable calmness.

The next moment, Jiang Xiaobai slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, but every word seemed to carry an inexplicable power, clearly spreading throughout the surroundings.

"By the broken bridge outside the post station, a lonely flower blooms, ownerless and forlorn. Already dusk, it grieves alone, further burdened by wind and rain. It has no intention of vying for spring's favor, letting all the other flowers be jealous, falling to the ground, crushed into dust!"

At this point, Jiang Xiaobai paused, a smile playing on his lips: "Only the fragrance remains unchanged..."