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

Everyone around was completely stunned.

Wait, what's going on?

In previous years, Dean Shen personally guided the students through the literary inspiration in the poems.

He imparted knowledge to his disciples bit by bit, like spring rain nourishing all things, like a gentle stream flowing continuously.

But what about this little darling in front of us?

A sage manifested himself and personally performed the empowerment on her head!

Such events are recorded in the ancient books of Wenxin Academy, but that happened hundreds of years ago.

The bamboo scroll that recorded that event is still enshrined on the top floor of the library, and is not easily shown to the public. It is regarded as the most precious treasure of the library.

And now, they have witnessed it with their own eyes.

Am I dreaming?

One of the instructors muttered to himself and pinched his thigh hard.

He was in so much pain that he was wincing and tears were streaming down his face, but he was still grinning.

"It's not a dream...it's not a dream...it's real..."

Another instructor went even further, pinching his colleague's arm until the colleague screamed in pain.

Why are you pinching me?!

"Let me see if I'm dreaming. Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense! Go pinch yourself!"

I can't bring myself to pinch myself.

The two stared at each other, then fell silent.

Shen Qianqiu stood on the high platform, his hands gripping the railing, his body leaning slightly forward, as if he were nailed there.

He stared at Qin Jiaojiao for a long time, then looked at the golden aura in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated, his lips trembling.

"Protecting the Nation... Two Poems Protecting the Nation..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"The sage manifested himself...and personally bestowed the empowerment..."

Shen Qianqiu was curious: with such an amazing father, why didn't Qin Jiaojiao bring him to their Wenxin Academy sooner?

If Wang Long had come here five years ago...

How high must the status of Wenxin Academy be now!

He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and murmured softly.

"The sages of Wenxin Academy, have you seen this? Our academy has finally produced such a person..."

The burly old man and the kind old man stood on either side of him behind him, both with tears in their eyes.

Wenxin Academy has been established for hundreds of years, experiencing countless trials and tribulations, but it has never produced a disciple who has been personally initiated by a sage.

Today, it finally happened.

This honor will be forever engraved in the history of Wenxin Academy, and will be passed down by generations of students for centuries to come.

Moreover, there are figures like Wang Long, who can casually compose poems that can be considered national treasures.

Wenxin Academy should flourish!

In the square, hundreds of eyes were fixed on Qin Jiaojiao.

Envy, amazement, and awe.

And...sour.

Everyone here is here to receive the initiation of literary energy, so why are you the one being personally initiated by a sage?

Why did you jump directly from the early stage of the fifth rank to the early stage of the sixth rank?

Why do you have two national treasure poems, while we have to spend a lot of our family's resources to produce just one poem for Mingzhou?

Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable!

Qin Jiaojiao stood with her eyes closed, feeling the surging literary energy within her body.

Her face was rosy, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she exuded a completely different aura than before.

If Qin Jiaojiao was a pearl covered in dust before...

At this moment, the dust on her body was completely washed away, and she shone with her own light.

She opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"Ah, this feels so good..."

She exhaled a long breath, feeling as if every pore of her body was breathing and every inch of her flesh was singing.

Thoughts are clear and the writing is full of vitality.

The feeling of being at the initial stage of the sixth rank is really good.

Qin Jiaojiao buried her face in his chest and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and shouting excitedly.

"Father! Did you see that? I've broken through! I've reached the sixth rank!"

Wang Long put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

"Dad saw it, Jiaojiao is so great."

"It's not that I'm great, it's that Dad is great!"

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from his arms, her eyes sparkling, her little face filled with admiration.

"It's because Father's poems are so powerful, it's because Father's literary talent is so great, it's because Father..."

What made Qin Jiaojiao happiest was not that she received the sage's spiritual energy and broke through to the sixth rank.

What made her happiest was that she actually possessed the existence she had always dreamed of.

Love your father with all your heart!

At this moment, Qin Jiaojiao felt like the happiest child in the whole world!

"It's because Jiaojiao is determined to succeed."

Wang Long smiled and pinched her little face.

"It's because Jiaojiao has good aptitude and high comprehension that she was able to break through in one fell swoop."

Qin Jiaojiao sniffed and shook her head vigorously.

"Dad, don't be modest, I know everything."

She hugged him even tighter as she spoke.

At this moment, Xu Wanyun also came over.

She stood in front of Wang Long, her gaze fixed on his face, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration.

Xu Wanyun looked at Wang Long, and a feeling of excitement she had never experienced before welled up in her heart.

Her face flushed slightly, her breathing became slightly rapid, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.

His usual refined and aloof demeanor vanished completely at this moment.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xu Wanyun also stepped forward, opened her arms, and gently hugged Wang Long.

She pressed her face against Wang Long's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and closed her eyes.

"Uncle Long..."

Her voice was so soft that only two people could hear it.

Wang Long was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and gently patted her back.

Everyone in the square was stunned.

Xu Wanyun is the white moonlight in the hearts of many teachers and students in the entire Wenxin Academy.

She had countless suitors, but she coldly rejected them all.

Everyone assumed that Xu Wanyun was engrossed in Confucian and Taoist practices and had no interest in romantic love.

At this moment, she was actually the one who took the initiative.

It wasn't that she wasn't interested; it was that she hadn't met the person who would make Xu Wanyun's heart flutter.

Now, she has encountered it.

Xu Wanyun didn't care about Wang Long's relationship with Luo Hanyi; she wanted to focus on securing her own happiness!

She longed to brew tea and discuss poetry with Wang Long; how blissful that would be!

Many people are filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred; they're practically grinding their teeth to dust!

Amidst the murmurs, the Zhao family of three finally moved.

Zhao's father got up from the ground, his crotch still wet.

His face was covered in bruises and white marks, his lips were trembling, and he looked extremely disheveled.

He pulled Zhao's mother and Zhao Tiezhu along, staggered to Wang Long, and knelt down with a thud.

The three people knelt in a row, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their whole bodies trembling.

"Old sir..."

Zhao's father's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

"I was blind and looked down on you, I offended you, and I offended your daughter..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

Snapped!

The sound was crisp and clear, and a red mark instantly appeared on his face.

"I deserve to die! I'm not human!"

Zhao's mother also slapped herself, crying as she did so.

The handprint on her face was already swollen, and now there was a new one, making her gasp for breath in pain.

"Sir, please spare us! Please spare us! We'll never do it again!"

Caught between his parents, Zhao Tiezhu also slapped himself.

He was fanning himself while crying, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Qin Jiaojiao...no, Sister Jiaojiao, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

The three of them slapped themselves more than a dozen times, not daring to hold back.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth before he finally stopped.

Zhao's father raised his head, his face covered in tears and blood, and looked at Wang Long, his voice hoarse.

"Sir, I'm willing to compensate you. Whatever you want, as long as I can provide it, I'll give it to you without hesitation."

"I have made my decision. Tiezhu will be expelled from school and will never set foot in Wenxin Academy again."

"I only beg you, sir, to show mercy and not take your anger out on the Zhao family..."