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

Shen Qianqiu carefully tucked the manuscripts of the two poems into his bosom, and even patted his chest gently.

The burly old man and the kind old man followed behind him, one on each side, turning back every three steps, staring intently at his chest, their eyes practically trying to bore a hole through him.

"Dean, you said this poem...should we make a few copies? Just in case..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Shen Qianqiu glared at the burly old man and said irritably.

"If I could be stolen from, then Wenxin Academy might as well close down as soon as possible."

The burly old man shrank back sheepishly and said no more.

The three thanked Wang Long again before returning to the high platform.

Looking at the students who had been waiting for so long.

The children craned their necks, staring at them expectantly, and a few of the bolder ones couldn't help but shout out.

"Dean! Can we still receive the initiation ceremony?"

"nature!"

Shen Qianqiu waved his hand and spoke in a loud voice.

"Line up, one at a time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cheer erupted in the square.

After waiting for so long, the infusion of literary energy finally began.

Shen Qianqiu stood on the high platform, holding a scroll of poems by the student in his hands. His body was filled with literary energy, and a pale golden light emanated from him, illuminating the entire platform.

He guided the literary spirit of the poem, conveying it to the students before him, thread by thread.

Seeing that there was nothing more for him to do here, Wang Long took Qin Jiaojiao's hand.

Xu Wanyun walked beside him, and the three of them walked side by side across the square, heading deeper into the academy.

Behind them, countless eyes followed them.

His gaze was complex, but more than anything, it was calculating.

The heads of several families watched Wang Long's retreating figure, their eyes gleaming as they plotted how to make connections with this newly promoted Confucian scholar.

"Master, should we...?"

"No rush."

An elderly man in a brocade robe raised his hand to stop the person next to him from speaking, squinted at Wang Long's back, and had a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Let's see how the others react first; we can't be the first to make a move."

"But……"

"No buts."

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

"People who can write poems that can be used to defend the nation are not so easy to win over."

"We need to show sincerity. We can't be like that idiot from the Zhao family who just walks up there and offers himself up for a beating."

Those around him nodded repeatedly, not daring to say anything more.

The other companies had the same idea.

They were all calculating their own options, but none of them dared to step forward rashly.

Nobody wants to become the next Zhao family.

Qin Jiaojiao skipped and hopped along at the front, humming an unknown tune, in a very good mood.

She would occasionally turn around, grin at Wang Long, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Dad, you were amazing today! You didn't see how cowardly Zhao Tiezhu's dad looked, his face turned green!"

"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"

Qin Jiaojiao had never felt so happy.

Wang Long was happy to see the little girl happy.

The three returned to the courtyard.

Qin Jiaojiao plopped down on the stone bench and picked up the teapot on the table.

He poured a glass of water and handed it to Wang Long with both hands.

"Dad, have some water!"

Wang Long chuckled and accepted the drink, finishing it in one gulp.

"Master, have some water!"

Qin Jiaojiao was exceptionally polite today.

Xu Wanyun gently patted her head, took the tea, and took a sip.

Qin Jiaojiao happily poured herself another glass of water and gulped it down.

She put down the cup and let out a long breath.

Leaning back in his chair, with his hands on his stomach, he sighed contentedly.

Then he looked at Wang Long and shouted excitedly.

"Dad, do you know what? You were glowing when you were writing those two poems!"

"Glowing?"

Wang Long was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't pay any attention to it; his focus was entirely on Qin Jiaojiao.

"Yes! Golden light!"

Qin Jiaojiao gestured with her hands to indicate her name.

"Your hair, eyebrows, and beard are all glowing! Like...like a deity from a folktale!"

Xu Wanyun stood to the side and nodded slightly in agreement upon hearing this.

"Uncle Long, Jiao Jiao is right."

"When you wrote those two poems, your whole being exuded a literary aura, and you truly seemed to radiate golden light."

"This phenomenon only occurs when the literary style is sufficiently refined."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long immediately closed his eyes and sensed the literary energy within his body.

Sure enough, it was several times more potent than before.

The wisp of literary energy in his dantian transformed from a thin thread into a fist-sized golden sphere of light.

The ball of light floated in the dantian, emitting a warm and pure light that illuminated the entire dantian.

Wang Long opened his eyes, extremely excited.

I don't know when I'll be able to make a vow and learn to make my words carry weight...

"Dad, what are you muttering about?"

Qin Jiaojiao leaned closer, tilting her head to look at him.

At this moment, Wang Long's image in her mind had surpassed that of Shen Qianqiu; he was an omnipotent being!

Qin Jiaojiao felt incredibly happy to be Wang Long's daughter.

Wang Long smiled.

"It's nothing, Dad's just thinking about what to cook for you guys tonight."

Qin Jiaojiao's eyes lit up instantly.

"I want braised pork belly! Sweet and sour pork ribs! Steamed sea bass! And..."

She counted on her fingers and rattled off seven or eight dishes in one breath, her mouth practically watering.

Wang Long stood up with a smile and affectionately ruffled her hair.

"Okay, okay, I'll do them all."

He walked to the stove, took out the ingredients from his storage ring, and began preparing dinner.

Xu Wanyun followed and squatted down in front of the stove to add firewood.

The firelight illuminated her face, and her gentle, watery eyes reflected the dancing flames, adding a touch of vibrancy they never showed before.

The two seemed like a couple who had lived together for many years, and they worked together with great tacit understanding.

Just as the food was served, footsteps could be heard at the courtyard gate.

Wang Long looked up and saw Shen Qianqiu standing at the courtyard gate.

He was carrying an exquisite wooden box and looked at them with a smile.

"Brother, I apologize for the intrusion and disturbance."

He said "excuse me" but his feet had already crossed the threshold, and he walked in without any politeness.

Wang Long stood up and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Dean Shen, you're too kind. Please have a seat."

Shen Qianqiu didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down on the stone bench, placed the wooden box in his hand on the table, and pushed it in front of Wang Long.

He had a smile on his face the whole time.

"Brother Wang, don't be so formal. We're all on the same side. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Shen."

Wang Long didn't stand on ceremony and nodded with a smile.

"Brother Shen!"

"Haha, Brother Wang!"

Shen Qianqiu patted Wang Long on the shoulder happily, feeling extremely pleased!

"Brother Wang, this is just a small token of the academy's appreciation, nothing more."

Wang Long opened the wooden box with a puzzled look. Inside, several items were neatly stacked.

A storage bag containing hundreds of thousands of spirit stones and countless cultivation resources needed by various Confucian cultivators!

There were also several bottles of pills with labels on them that read "Literary Qi Pill" and "Spirit Nourishing Pill".

These are all grade nine pills, extremely rare.

The entire Great Qian Dynasty couldn't produce even one, but Shen Qianqiu gave them several bottles!