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

Golden light rose from the Xuan paper painted by Wang Long, like a golden pillar of light piercing the sky.

The beam of light exploded in the sky, turning into golden ripples that spread in all directions.

The clouds above Wenxin Academy completely dispersed at that moment.

Instead, a golden sky appeared.

The sky was like a giant sheet of Xuan paper, spread out across the heavens, boundless and limitless.

next moment.

The four lines of poetry written by Wang Long appeared one after another on that golden sky.

Each character is hundreds of feet square, with vigorous strokes and a golden sheen.

It's as if someone used an invisible giant pen, with the sky as paper and literary spirit as ink, to write these four lines of timeless masterpieces.

Reading made me realize that spring had deepened.

An inch of time and an inch of gold.

It wasn't a Taoist priest who came to make us laugh.

Zhou Qing and Kong Si are pursuing their goals.

The twenty-eight characters, like twenty-eight golden suns, hang high above Wenxin Academy, illuminating the entire academy in a magnificent golden light.

In Tianque City, a hundred miles away, countless people looked up and gazed in the direction of Wenxin Academy.

The entire city of Tianque trembled.

"What is that?!"

"Literary talent! That's literary talent! Someone has written poems that can be considered national treasures!"

"A poem that can protect the nation! Good heavens! How many years has it been since we've seen a poem that can protect the nation?!"

"Look! The words are still glowing! The literary energy is still gathering!"

On the streets of Tianque City, pedestrians stopped and looked up in the direction of Wenxin Academy, their faces filled with awe.

Those usually high-ranking figures also emerged from their mansions, stood on the rooftops, squinted at the golden sky, and looked solemnly.

"To protect the nation..."

An elderly man with white hair stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and profound.

"Wenxin Academy is going to produce a great Confucian scholar."

The middle-aged man beside him bowed his head respectfully, but when he heard this, he raised his head, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Ancestor, should we...?"

"don't want."

The old man interrupted him, his voice calm yet unquestionable.

"The authors of the national treasure poems are not people we can afford to offend."

"not to mention……"

He paused, his gaze falling on the twenty-eight large golden characters, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.

"Those who can write poems that can govern the nation must have a literary mind that resonates with that of sages."

"Such a person is protected by Heaven and Earth, and blessed by literature and the Way. Anyone who touches him is making an enemy of the entire Confucian and Taoist traditions!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Yes, the old master's teachings are correct."

On the square of Wenxin Academy.

It instantly caused an uproar.

"National treasure poetry?! How is that possible?!"

"My God, I actually witnessed the birth of a national treasure of poetry! This life has been worthwhile!"

Shen Qianqiu's hand emerged from his sleeve, gripping the railing of the platform. He almost jumped off the platform to rush over and take a closer look.

He hadn't lost his composure like this in a long time.

"To protect the nation..."

Shen Qianqiu's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were red.

"It's actually the guardian of the nation..."

The burly old man stood beside him, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the twenty-eight golden characters shining in the sky.

"Dean, this...this..."

"It's true."

Shen Qianqiu took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, her voice still trembling.

"A genuine national treasure!"

The kind old man strode over from the other side of the platform, grabbed Shen Qianqiu's arm, and his beard trembled with excitement.

"Dean! This is a masterpiece that can protect the nation! In the hundreds of years since our Wenxin Academy was founded, how many masterpieces have we produced? Huh? How many?"

Shen Qianqiu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Not a single one.

Wenxin Academy has produced scholars from Dazhou and Mingzhou, and countless masterpieces, but it has never produced a scholar who can bring peace to the nation.

"Protecting the Nation" means that this poem will not only circulate in Wenxin Academy, nor only in Tianque City, but will circulate throughout the entire Eastern Region.

It could even spread to other domains.

His fame will last for generations, and his name will be praised for eternity.

"With the release of this poem, the status of my Wenxin Academy will rise to another level."

Shen Qianqiu's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"From now on, other academies will have to think twice before facing us."

The burly old man and the kind old man exchanged a glance, both seeing barely suppressed elation in each other's eyes.

The kind old man turned around and bowed deeply to Wang Long.

"Sir, you are truly a man of great talent. I admire you immensely."

The burly old man also turned around, clasped his hands in a salute, and his deep voice echoed across the square.

"Sir, please accept my bow!"

Shen Qianqiu stood on the high platform, looking at Wang Long with gratitude in her eyes.

Under everyone's gaze, he also bowed respectfully to Wang Long.

Wang Long smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

Zhao's father slumped to the ground, his crotch soaked with sweat.

He looked up at the large golden characters in the sky, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

The arrogance and haughtiness on his face had vanished completely, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

Zhao's mother knelt beside him, her face still swollen from the slap, tears and snot covering her face, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Although she was arrogant and domineering, she wasn't stupid.

She knew better than anyone what a poem that could protect the nation meant.

Although the Zhao family has some influence in Tianque City, compared to the entire Confucian and Taoist community, they are not even as small as ants.

"Master...Master..."

Zhao's mother's voice was hoarse, choked with sobs. "What...what do we do..."

Zhao's father did not answer, but only lowered his head and murmured in despair.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Zhao Tiezhu stood behind his parents, his legs shaking like noodles.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and snot was still hanging from his lips.

He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and he stood frozen in place like a wooden stake.

The surrounding parents had long since put away their earlier schadenfreude and disdain.

Their faces were solemn, and some even began to quietly back away, trying to distance themselves from the Zhao family of three.

"A national protector...it's actually a national protector..."

"Who exactly is this old... this old gentleman? When did Wenxin Academy invite such a prominent figure?"

"I don't know, but from now on, the power structure of Tianque City is likely to change."

Whispers rose and fell, and all eyes were on Wang Long, filled with awe, curiosity, and a desire to curry favor.

More than anything, it was fear.

The crowd's reaction was initially deferential, then became respectful.

It may sound funny, but it's a stark reality.

Whether martial artists or Confucian scholars, the strong are respected!

Wang Long ignored the stares of those around him.

He put down his brush and gently lifted the Xuan paper from the desk.

He then turned around, walked to Qin Jiaojiao, and squatted down.

"Jiaojiao".

Wang Long's voice was very soft and gentle.

Qin Jiaojiao looked at Wang Long with excitement in her eyes.

Wang Long handed her the Xuan paper, his cloudy old eyes filled with affection.

"This is from your father."