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

Sunlight streamed in through the doorway, bathing the figure emerging from the house in a golden glow.

Wang Long stood at the doorway, backlit, so his face was obscured; only his tall, imposing silhouette was visible.

He was wearing a gray robe, his hair was neatly combed, and the wrinkles on his face had become less pronounced.

He looked energetic and radiant.

"father!"

Upon seeing Wang Long, Qin Jiaojiao excitedly jumped up from the ground and rushed over in three steps.

She buried her face in Wang Long's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and shouted happily.

"Dad, you're finally out! I missed you so much! Did you miss Jiaojiao?"

Wang Long gently put his arm around her and patted her head with a smile.

"I think about it, I think about it every day."

"You're lying!"

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from his arms, her little face full of doubt.

"You're always locked up cultivating, how can you have time to think about me?"

"I was thinking about it while I was cultivating."

Wang Long said in a very serious tone.

"I wonder when my darling will grow up, when she'll become a great scholar!"

Qin Jiaojiao blushed at his words, then snuggled into his arms, giggling.

"Dad, you can just become a great Confucian scholar, and let me just live a carefree life as a second-generation rich kid."

Wang Long laughed heartily.

"Dad, keep up the good work!"

He will work even harder in the future to become Qin Jiaojiao's source of confidence.

Wang Long raised his head and his gaze fell on Xu Wanyun.

Xu Wanyun stood by the stone table, still holding the scroll in her hands, but she didn't look at it; her gaze remained fixed on him.

Eyes facing each other.

A slight smile played on her lips, and a hint of joy flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Wang Long released Qin Jiaojiao, slowly walked up to Xu Wanyun, reached out and gently took her hand.

"Wanyun".

Xu Wanyun lowered her head, looking at their clasped hands, her face slightly flushed.

"Uncle Dragon~"

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of barely suppressed joy.

Qin Jiaojiao stood to the side, watching the two of them exchanging glances, and covered her mouth to chuckle.

"Father, Master, could you please stop being so lovey-dovey in front of me? I'm still here."

Xu Wanyun then realized what was happening and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but Wang Long gripped it even tighter.

Wang Long glanced at Qin Jiaojiao and smiled.

"You're just a kid, what do you know about being clingy?"

"How come I don't understand?"

Qin Jiaojiao put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and said confidently.

"Looks like I'm just getting in the way. Oh well, you've got what you deserve, but I'm the one who's unlucky. I've lost all love~"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wanyun wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Wang Long, however, remained calm, releasing Xu Wanyun's hand and walking to sit down on the stone bench.

After looking Qin Jiaojiao up and down, he quickly changed the subject.

"Sixth Rank, early stage, stable realm, not bad, haven't been slacking off these past few days."

Qin Jiaojiao puffed out her small chest, looking smug.

"Of course! I'm the most powerful female knight-errant at Wenxin Academy! How could I possibly slack off?"

"Yeah?"

Wang Long smiled and looked at Xu Wanyun.

Xu Wanyun nodded gently, a tender smile on her lips.

"Jiaojiao has been working very hard these past few days. She gets up to study before dawn every day and doesn't go to bed until very late at night."

"She also used those pills and spirit stones very frequently, and her cultivation level stabilized very quickly."

Wang Long nodded in satisfaction and reached out to pat Qin Jiaojiao's head.

"Good, keep it up. If you need anything, tell your father, or have your master go and get it!"

Qin Jiaojiao grinned and rubbed against his palm, like a kitten being petted.

Wang Long gently patted Qin Jiaojiao's back and looked at Xu Wanyun.

"Wanyun, you've had a hard time these past few days."

Xu Wanyun shook her head; she was Qin Jiaojiao's mentor.

Even without Wang Long's instructions, she would still take good care of Qin Jiaojiao.

"Uncle Long, how have you fared during your seclusion these past few days?"

She was delighted to see that Wang Long looked younger, more handsome, and more manly.

Wang Long told the truth.

"Mid-stage Ninth Rank, stable."

Without the blessing of dual cultivation, Wang Long felt that his advancement was still too slow.

If this idea of ​​his were to get out, I estimate that many people would condemn him.

Many people are stuck at the early stage of the ninth rank for decades without making any progress.

He accomplished it in just half a month of seclusion.

This is the power of the Holy Body!

Xu Wanyun's beautiful eyes lit up slightly. As expected of Uncle Long!

This speed, even in the entire Eastern Region, would put countless geniuses to shame.

"Where's the literary flair?"

Wang Long flicked his finger, and a stream of literary energy swirled in his palm.

"It has become much more literary."

Xu Wanyun glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise.

"Uncle Long, the purity of your literary talent is more than three times higher than before."

Wang Long nodded.

"I also feel that the righteous energy within me is much stronger than before I went into seclusion."

He paused, looked up at Xu Wanyun, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"I wonder if my current abilities are enough to achieve my goal!"

Xu Wanyun was stunned for a moment.

"Now?"

"right."

Wang Long nodded and stood up.

"I feel that my literary energy is already sufficient. If I don't resolve to improve further, it will overflow and I won't be able to advance any further!"

Xu Wanyun immediately stood up and reached out to straighten his collar.

"Okay, Wanyun will go with you."

Qin Jiaojiao jumped off the stone bench and grabbed his arm.

"Me too! Me too!"

Wang Long smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Okay, let's go together."

The three of them had just stepped out of the courtyard when they ran into Shen Qianqiu.

Shen Qianqiu was standing at the entrance of the Moon Cave, looking at them with a smile.

"Brother Wang, you've emerged from seclusion?"

Wang Long clasped his hands in a salute.

"Brother Shen, what brings you here?"

"I calculated with my fingers and knew that you would be leaving the pass today, so I came here to welcome you."

Shen Qianqiu stroked his beard and chuckled as he made up some nonsense.

"Come on, come on, I'll take you to a great place."

Wang Long looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Where?"

You'll find out when you get there.

Shen Qianqiu kept everyone in suspense, then turned and walked ahead.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun exchanged a glance, then followed with Qin Jiaojiao.

After passing through several corridors and around a grove of lush bamboo, the view suddenly opened up before me.

The square in front of Minglun Hall was packed with people.

They were not teachers and students of Wenxin Academy, but a group of unfamiliar faces.

They stood in small groups in the square, looking up at the two poems that protected the nation, engraved on the stone tablets on the high platform.

Some read aloud in hushed tones, some applauded with enthusiastic applause, some closed their eyes in contemplation, and some were moved to tears.

Shen Qianqiu stood at the edge of the square, watching this scene with a smile.

"Brother Wang, have you seen this? These days, people are coming from all over the country every day just to admire your two national treasure poems."

"There were teachers from nearby academies, Confucian scholars passing by, students who came because of their reputation, and great Confucian scholars who came from afar."

"They all want to meet you."

Wang Long was stunned for a moment.

"See me?"

"right."

Shen Qianqiu nodded, stroking his beard.

"Your two poems that protect the nation have already spread throughout the entire Eastern Region."

"Now, all the Confucian scholars in the Eastern Region are talking about you."

"They all want to know, who exactly is this person who can write such national treasure-level poems!"