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

Qin Jiaojiao felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Is this what it feels like to be pampered by your father?

Her heart felt warm.

Qin Jiaojiao reached out and took the Xuan paper, her whole body trembling slightly.

She took a deep breath, pressed the Xuan paper tightly to her chest, raised her head, and looked at Wang Long.

"father!"

Her voice was hoarse, yet clear and resonant.

"thank you!"

Wang Long reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, smiling tenderly.

"Silly girl, why are you thanking your father?"

Qin Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, her tears turning into a smile.

She held the sheet of Xuan paper as if it were the most precious treasure in the world, her little face full of happiness and pride.

Hundreds of eyes in the square were fixed on Qin Jiaojiao.

His gaze was intense.

Those gazes held envy, jealousy, amazement, and greed.

A poem that protects the nation.

The entire Eastern Region produces only a handful of national treasure poems every year.

Right now, it's in the hand of a little girl.

"It's a 'national protector'...it's a 'national protector'..."

"What good deeds did this girl do in her past life? Someone actually used a national treasure's poem to give her a literary initiation?"

"Exactly, if I had a poem that could govern the nation, I'd be laughing in my sleep."

"It's more than just a dream come true; if we auction off the poems that represent the nation, our family could live comfortably for generations."

Amid the whispers, several parents' eyes began to dart around.

They stared at the sheet of Xuan paper in Qin Jiaojiao's hand, a barely concealed greed flashing in their eyes.

But they dared not move.

This is Wenxin Academy, where Shen Qianqiu is in charge.

Shen Qianqiu stood on the high platform, his gaze falling on the Xuan paper in Qin Jiaojiao's hand, and his lips twitched slightly.

Poems that protect the nation.

To be honest, he wanted it too.

The burly old man stood beside Shen Qianqiu, staring at the Xuan paper in Qin Jiaojiao's hand with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Shen Qianqiu's ear.

"Dean, that's a national treasure..."

"I know."

"How about... we... exchange some resources for it?"

"no."

Shen Qianqiu interrupted him, her voice calm yet unquestionable.

"That was given to the child by the old gentleman, not to the academy."

The burly old man opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was grabbed by the kind old man.

"Old man, stop thinking about it. The author of the national treasure poem is in our academy. You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."

The burly old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and slapped his thigh.

"That's right! The old gentleman is an honorary instructor at our academy. If we want to ask him to write poems in the future, that would be..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized he was speaking too loudly. He quickly covered his mouth and glanced cautiously at Wang Long.

Shen Qianqiu shook his head speechlessly.

These two old folks are both incredibly unreliable.

Wang Long is an honorary instructor at Wenxin Academy; this is written on the roster, and no one can change it.

From now on, with Wang Long's addition, Wenxin Academy's position in Confucianism and Taoism will be even more secure.

Wang Long ignored the various gazes around him.

It's just a poem; he has plenty more in his head.

But wouldn't one poem be enough to inspire you?

With that in mind, I began to observe my surroundings, searching for inspiration.

"Father, what are you looking for?"

Qin Jiaojiao planned to take her poems to the stage to receive a literary initiation, but upon seeing Wang Long doing so, she asked curiously.

Xu Wanyun also came over and asked in confusion.

"Uncle Long?"

Wang Long's gaze fell on the pond at the edge of the square.

"Got it!"

He smiled, looked at the two of them, and said very seriously.

"One poem isn't enough, Jiaojiao, let Daddy recite another one for you!"

Everyone else around was stunned by what they heard.

These are poems that are considered national treasures, how could they not be enough?

They can all be used to infuse many people with literary energy.

Are you not going to sing "Zhenguo" (镇国, meaning "Protecting the Nation") again?

"Father, that's enough!"

Qin Jiaojiao quickly said.

Each poem by a Confucian scholar is the culmination of their life's work, painstakingly crafted word by word with literary flair.

It's not something you can just write whenever you want.

If you write too much, it might backfire.

Qin Jiaojiao didn't want anything to happen to Wang Long.

Xu Wanyun looked at Wang Long with some worry.

"Don't worry, Jiaojiao, Daddy knows what he's doing!"

Wang Long smiled and patted Qin Jiaojiao's head.

He said he would give Jiaojiao the best in the world, and he didn't just talk the talk!

Wang Long immediately picked up his brush and dipped it in ink.

People gathered around, craning their necks to see what else this old gentleman, who had just written the poem about the border of the nation, could write.

Wang Long's pen fell onto the paper.

"A half-acre pond reveals its secrets..."

"The sunlight and cloud shadows linger together..."

The moment the second sentence was uttered, the pond beside the square suddenly changed.

The pool water began to ripple gently, creating concentric circles of waves. The reflections of the sky and clouds on the water's surface intertwined, as if they were dancing together.

"How can the canal be so clear..."

Wang Long's pen didn't stop; he wrote the third sentence.

The water in the pond suddenly became clear.

It's so clear you can see every pebble, every seaweed, and every swimming fish on the bottom.

"For there is a source of living water."

The moment the last stroke was made!

The pond exploded!

A golden light surged from the pool and shot into the sky.

The strange phenomena triggered by that poem about guarding the border were even more intense than those from before!

The literary atmosphere surged forth from the pond like a flood, sweeping across the entire square!

Everyone was so overwhelmed by the intense literary aura that they stumbled backward, some even being knocked to the ground.

At this moment, the lotus flowers in the pond bloomed simultaneously, pink, white, and red, one by one, cluster by cluster, blooming passionately and brilliantly.

The dewdrops on the lotus leaves shimmered with seven colors in the morning light, like countless pearls rolling.

Shockingly, the huge stone statue of the saint in front of Minglun Hall suddenly lit up at that moment.

The saint's statue slowly opened its eyes.

Those stone eyes now gleamed with a faint golden light, as if they had come to life.

It lowered its head, its gaze falling on Qin Jiaojiao on the high platform, and a faint smile appeared on its lips.

A sage has manifested!

Everyone in the square knelt down at the same time, their foreheads touching the ground, their bodies trembling.

"The saint has manifested! The saint has manifested!"

"Good heavens, how many years has it been since a saint has manifested himself!"

"The poems written to protect the borders of the nation have actually inspired a sage to manifest!"

Qin Jiaojiao looked up at the huge stone statue of the saint.

She could feel those golden eyes looking at her, their gaze gentle and kind, like an elder looking at a younger member of the family.

A warm current emanated from the stone statue, enveloping her entirely.

The next moment, the literary aura of the two national treasure poems converged towards Qin Jiaojiao.

It seeped into her body through her pores and flowed along her meridians. Wherever it passed, her meridians felt as if they had been washed by warm water, and they relaxed.

Within her dantian, the dark red, righteous energy suddenly became active, as if it had been awakened by something.

Qin Jiaojiao closed her eyes, feeling the warm current flowing through her body.

She could clearly feel that her spiritual level was rising.

Mid-stage Rank 5... Late-stage Rank 5... Peak Rank 5...

Then, it shattered with a deafening roar!

Early stage of Rank 6!

Qin Jiaojiao suddenly opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes flashing with a sharp light!

She felt that the righteous energy within her body was several times stronger than before, and her meridians were also wider and more resilient.

Her body was as light as a feather, and her mind as clear as a spring.

She made a breakthrough!

From the early stage of the fifth rank, he broke through directly to the early stage of the sixth rank!

He broke through a major realm in one go!

Everyone in the square witnessed this scene.

They stared in silence as they watched the pale golden aura surrounding Qin Jiaojiao rise from the early stage of the fifth rank to the early stage of the sixth rank.

"This...this is too outrageous..."