The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Zhou Wenyuan's face turned red and white in turns, looking extremely unpleasant.

Xu Wanyun scolded him in front of so many people, showing him no respect whatsoever.

Both were instructors, one a half-step Grandmaster and the other an eighth-rank instructor.

Their social standings are worlds apart; even without Wang Long, Zhou Wenyuan would not be qualified to marry Xu Wanyun.

Wang Long looked at Xu Wanyun, who was protecting him, and felt a little tempted.

Such a woman is truly attractive.

Zhou Wenyuan wanted to explain something, but seeing Xu Wanyun's cold eyes, he swallowed all his words.

He turned away dejectedly and walked forlornly toward his desk.

Qin Jiaojiao looked at his back and made a face.

"Tch, coward."

Wang Long smiled and ruffled her hair, then looked at Xu Wanyun and thanked her.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu."

The coldness on Xu Wanyun's face vanished instantly.

She smiled faintly at Wang Long and said softly.

"You're too kind, sir."

Her gaze fell on Wang Long's face, her feelings complicated.

Xu Wanyun no longer felt any aversion towards Wang Long after their initial contact.

When Zhou Wenyuan approached just now, a familiar feeling of irritation and disgust instantly welled up in her heart.

She still dislikes men.

However, I didn't feel any aversion towards Wang Long.

even……

There's also a slight urge to get closer.

What's going on?

Xu Wanyun was somewhat flustered, wondering what was wrong with her.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in her heart, lowered her eyes, and stopped looking at Wang Long.

Xu Wanyun was now somewhat afraid to face Wang Long; this was a feeling she had never experienced before in her life.

On the high platform, Shen Qianqiu's gaze swept across the square, lingering on Zhou Wenyuan for a moment before moving away.

He noticed the commotion but did not intervene.

Let young people solve their own problems.

He stroked his beard, smiling as he watched the lively scene in the square, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Dean, this year's poetry gathering to encourage learning is much more lively than in previous years."

The burly old man spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

"Yes, it seems everyone is very enthusiastic."

The kind old man smiled and agreed.

Shen Qianqiu nodded, his gaze falling on Wang Long, pausing slightly.

A new face, or a ninth-rank martial artist?

interesting.

He looked away, not lingering on the subject.

Wang Long stood at the edge of the square, looking at the crowd of people in front of his desk, and his desire to write poetry vanished.

Qin Jiaojiao, however, persisted, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him forcefully toward the desk.

"Grandpa, just write one! Just for me to see, don't show it to them!"

She had just sensed that Wang Long resonated with the statue of the saint and had also gathered righteous energy.

Qin Jiaojiao was certain that Wang Long was also a promising candidate for Confucian cultivation!

Wang Long was dragged along by her and finally managed to squeeze into a table and sit down.

Looking at the Xuan paper spread out on the table, I didn't know which one to write for a moment.

The 300 Tang poems you memorized in school weren't for nothing.

Qin Jiaojiao rubbed her hands excitedly, eagerly anticipating Wang Long's masterpiece.

Xu Wanyun glanced at Wang Long.

She hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"Sir, if you don't mind, Wanyun will grind the ink for you."

Wang Long was stunned for a moment, staring at her in shock.

Xu Wanyun felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, lowered her eyes, and her ears turned slightly red.

She didn't know why she said such a thing.

She never offered to grind ink for anyone.

But when facing Wang Long, her heart told her that this was the way to go.

Many people around were incredibly envious upon hearing this.

She felt that the aloof goddess of the academy was about to be won over by the old geezer in front of her!

envy, jealousy, hate!

All eyes immediately focused on Wang Long.

It made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.

Wang Long nodded with a smile without hesitation.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Xu."

Xu Wanyun smiled sweetly, instantly captivating everyone.

"You're too kind, sir."

As she spoke, she moved gracefully to the desk, very close to Wang Long.

Wang Long could clearly smell the faint fragrance of lotus flowers emanating from her.

Xu Wanyun picked up the ink stick and gently ground it on the inkstone.

The movements were light, slow, and elegant, a delight to behold.

Wang Long made up his mind and immediately picked up a wolf-hair brush.

The brush tip was lightly dipped in the ink, then lifted and held above the rice paper.

"That's it!"

As he spoke, he began to wield his brush and paint.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

Zhou Wenyuan stood not far away, arms crossed, a mocking smile on his lips.

"A mere brute dares to dabble in literature at Wenxin Academy? He truly doesn't know his own limitations."

Several teachers who were on good terms with him laughed in agreement.

Wang Long's handwriting isn't very good.

Xu Wanyun stood aside, watching him write stroke by stroke.

At first, he just watched indifferently, a gentle smile on his lips.

But as she looked, her smile gradually froze.

The composure in her beautiful eyes was gradually replaced by shock.

Her breathing quickened slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

Qin Jiaojiao leaned over the desk, looking at the words Wang Long had written, her little face full of curiosity.

She wasn't good at poetry; she just enjoyed watching it.

Xu Wanyun looked at the four lines of characters on the Xuan paper, her heart churning with turbulent emotions.

The content of this poem, if included in any poetry collection, would be enough to make it a timeless classic.

How much more does this man still know that she doesn't know?

A strange feeling welled up in Xu Wanyun's heart.

Her gaze towards Wang Long held a mixture of admiration and...curiosity.

Who exactly is this man?

Cultivating both literary and martial arts skills?

Confucianism and martial arts share the same path?

Wang Long put down his pen, looked at the words he had written, and shook his head with a wry smile.

In the era before he traveled back in time, there weren't many people who practiced calligraphy. He really did his best to write it like this!

"My handwriting is not very good; I apologize for making a fool of myself, Mr. Xu."

Xu Wanyun shook her head, her voice trembling slightly.

"Sir, you are too modest. This poem..."

Although words are important, this poem is absolutely stunning!

She paused, took a deep breath to calm herself, and said, word by word.

"This is the best poem encouraging learning that Wanyun has read in recent years."

Wang Long never expected that randomly copying a poem would elicit such an expression from Xu Wanyun.

He smiled and waved his hand modestly.

"Mr. Xu is too kind; it is merely a clumsy piece."

"Sir, you are too modest. I have studied poetry for so many years, yet I could not write such a stunning work."

Xu Wanyun liked the poem more and more as she looked at it, and even wanted to keep it as a private keepsake.

Wang Long could tell that Xu Wanyun really liked the poem, so he immediately made a suggestion.

"If Mr. Xu is interested, I can compose a few poems for you."

"Is the old man really telling the truth?!"

Xu Wanyun immediately became agitated; she had never lost her composure like this before.

If every song were of this quality, she would feel she could die without regrets.

"Of course, I guarantee that the quality of your poetry and prose will be no less than, and certainly no less than, mine!"

Since Xu Wanyun liked it, Wang Long catered to her tastes.

Whether it's describing scenery, people, or anything else, Wang Long can satisfy all your needs!

Xu Wanyun looked expectant and nodded slightly, saying repeatedly.

"If the old gentleman doesn't mind, you can call me Wanyun from now on~"