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

Wang Long's eyes lit up slightly.

Words become law.

The highest realm of Confucian cultivation.

Once a word is spoken, all laws follow.

Use words to inspire the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and use writing to suppress all evil spirits.

It is said that in ancient times, great Confucian scholars could determine life and death with a single word, and could stabilize the fate of a nation with a single character.

"Wanyun, what conditions are required for your words to become law?"

Wang Long looked on with longing; if one could achieve that, one would be an extremely powerful being!

Xu Wanyun thought for a moment and then slowly spoke.

"First and foremost, one needs a profound literary foundation."

"Secondly, one needs a profound understanding of the fundamental principles of the universe."

Finally, one needs the heart of a true writer.

She looked at Wang Long, her tone cheerful.

"Uncle Long, you possess all three qualities."

"If one resolves to succeed before a sage, perhaps one can grasp the essence of words becoming law sooner."

The greater one's strength, the more powerful one's words become law!

Wang Long clenched his fist, a surge of unprecedented confidence welling up inside him.

Words become law.

If he can truly achieve this, he will have one more trump card in the arena of fierce competition.

What is ambition?

Wang Long was somewhat puzzled. Did one have to make a vow to cultivate?

"Naturally, this is the purpose of reading, something every Confucian scholar needs to experience."

Xu Wanyun explained.

"If you are determined to succeed, you will receive blessings from the sages, and your path in Confucian and Taoist cultivation will be smooth."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long suddenly understood, and his plan was still in mind.

"Wanyun, thank you."

Wang Long looked at her and said sincerely.

"If it weren't for you, I don't know when I would have been able to comprehend these things."

Xu Wanyun retorted softly, her tone gentle.

"This is all knowledge commonly found among Confucian scholars, Uncle Long, you don't need to be so polite."

Wang Long looked at her and liked her more and more; she was truly an exceptional girl.

As he was thinking, he subconsciously reached out and gently pulled Xu Wanyun into his arms.

Xu Wanyun's body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been frozen in place.

She did not resist, nor did she experience any physical discomfort.

On the contrary, I felt a sense of anticipation and was in a good mood.

Xu Wanyun could clearly feel Wang Long's rough palms pressed against her back, warm and strong.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and her face turned red from her neck to her ears.

Wang Long held her in his arms and gently patted her back, his voice low and tender.

"Wanyun, you're so kind..."

"Thank you so much."

Xu Wanyun remained silent.

She reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Wang Long's waist, burying her face in his chest.

After hugging her for a while, Wang Long let go of her and said repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Wanyun, Uncle didn't mean it."

Wang Long realized he had been a bit rash; he had scared Xu Wanyun, and that would have been disastrous.

"It's alright, Uncle Long."

Xu Wanyun spoke softly, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at him.

"Uncle Long, it's getting late. You...you should get some rest. Wanyun...Wanyun will go back first."

She turned around in a panic and walked towards her bedroom.

The next morning.

As usual, Wang Long got up early to start a fire and cook.

Qin Jiaojiao walked out of the room, her hair messy and her face scrunched up.

He looked listless and lacked energy.

"father……"

Her voice was soft and weak, completely lacking her usual lively energy.

Wang Long was stunned and extremely worried. He quickly went to Qin Jiaojiao's side.

He reached out and touched her forehead.

It's not hot.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Long was somewhat anxious.

Qin Jiaojiao shook her head and opened the door wider.

He was leaning against the door frame, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well the night before.

Wang Long squatted down to be at eye level with her and reached out to help her tuck her disheveled hair behind her ears.

"Tell Dad what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Qin Jiaojiao sighed.

"Father, tomorrow is the annual initiation ceremony."

Her voice sounded a little nervous.

"I...I'm a little worried..."

Wang Long suddenly realized that Xu Wanyun had mentioned it to him.

The initiation ceremony is a ritual in which the disciples of the academy use poems and articles with profound literary merit.

By receiving the infusion of literary energy, one can cleanse their mind and body and elevate their cultivation.

The effects of initiation vary from person to person and depend on the disciple's aptitude.

It depends more on the poems and articles used for the initiation.

"Jiaojiao".

Wang Long reached out and gently pinched her cheek.

"Do you study diligently?"

Qin Jiaojiao nodded vigorously.

"Have you slacked off this past year?"

Qin Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, her voice muffled.

"I didn't slack off... but I didn't work particularly hard either..."

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh.

This girl is quite honest.

"Since you didn't slack off, that's enough."

He stood up and patted her head.

At this moment, Xu Wanyun walked over.

"Master."

Qin Jiaojiao called out.

Xu Wanyun walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to pat her head.

"Jiaojiao, are you still worried about tomorrow's literary initiation?"

Qin Jiaojiao nodded, her head down, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

Xu Wanyun looked at her, her beautiful eyes full of tenderness.

She turned her head to look at Wang Long, and the two exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

"Jiaojiao".

Xu Wanyun withdrew her gaze and landed on Qin Jiaojiao's face, her voice soft yet solemn.

"Your master has specially prepared a poem for you; everything will surely go smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiaojiao's eyes reddened slightly.

She never expected that her master would prepare these things for her.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wang Long echoed.

"Jiaojiao, your master has prepared poems, and your father can't fall behind."

Qin Jiaojiao raised her head and looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes full of expectation.

She knew Wang Long's literary talent.

If Wang Long were to take action, wouldn't Mingzhou and similar places be easily dealt with?

"Dad, you're so good to me!"

Qin Jiaojiao is now completely worried.

"Why are you being so polite with your father?"

Wang Long smiled and patted Qin Jiaojiao's head.

His daughter deserves all the best!

Qin Jiaojiao suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Xu Wanyun on the cheek.

"Master, thank you!"

Xu Wanyun was stunned for a moment, her face turning slightly red.

Before he could react, Qin Jiaojiao turned around and kissed Wang Long on the cheek.

Wang Long was also taken aback.

Qin Jiaojiao cheered herself up and happily ran around in the yard.

Little Chirp chirped, flapped its wings, and wobbled as it followed inside.

The next day.

The square in front of Minglun Hall, Wenxin Academy.

A high platform was erected in the center of the square.

The platform was about ten feet high, and large flags were planted all around it, with the words "Wenxin" embroidered on them.

On the high platform, there was a desk covered with bright yellow silk.

Two sheets of paper were placed on the silk.

The two pages gleamed with a faint golden light in the morning glow.

The square was packed with people.

All the teachers and disciples came.

Some of the disciples' parents also came from various places.

They stood at the edge of the square, craning their necks to look up at the platform.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun accompanied Qin Jiaojiao to the square.

Qin Jiaojiao let out a breath, calming her tense emotions, her gaze firm.

She was determined to have a good time at today's ceremony!