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

Wang Long fell silent.

He never expected that the two poems he wrote casually would cause such a sensation.

Standing beside him, Xu Wanyun looked at the Confucian scholars in the square, who were completely absorbed in their studies, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart.

This is the man she has her eye on.

Qin Jiaojiao stood on the other side of Wang Long, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, looking proud of herself.

"Dad, did you hear that? You're a celebrity now!"

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated.

"I don't want to be a celebrity."

"Even if it's not appropriate, it has to be appropriate."

Shen Qianqiu laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, I'll take you there and let those old guys get to know you."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the square.

Wang Long had no choice but to follow.

In the square, the Confucian scholars who were admiring the poems made way for Shen Qianqiu as he approached, and bowed with clasped hands in greeting.

"Dean Shen."

"Hello, Dean Shen."

Shen Qianqiu returned the greetings one by one, walked to the front of the platform with a smile, turned around to face the crowd, and raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down.

The noise in the square gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Shen Qianqiu's gaze swept across the entire room, a smile playing on his lips.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce myself."

He turned around, looked at Wang Long, and extended his hand.

"This is Mr. Wang Long, the author of the two national treasure poems and my honorary instructor at Wenxin Academy!"

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

"What?! He's the great scholar who wrote two national treasure poems?!"

"Good heavens, so he was at Wenxin Academy!"

"I thought the person who wrote such a national treasure poem was at least a centenarian, but I didn't expect... to be so young?"

"Young? Didn't you see his hair is all white? Is that what you call young?"

"Compared to those centenarian elders, they are indeed young!"

Whispers rose and fell, and all eyes were on Wang Long.

Those gazes held shock, curiosity, admiration, and a touch of inexplicable fanaticism.

They were so enthusiastic that if someone hadn't stopped them, they probably would have rushed over and surrounded Wang Long.

next moment.

An elderly man with white hair rushed out from the crowd, took three steps at a time, rushed to Wang Long, grabbed his hand, and his voice was trembling.

"Sir! I am Ye Yizhou, an instructor at Qinglu Academy! Reading your masterpiece has been like a sudden enlightenment, a true revelation! To meet you in person today is an immense honor! A truly great honor!"

His eyes were red-rimmed, his beard was trembling, and he was so excited that he almost knelt down before Wang Long on the spot.

Wang Long was startled by his appearance and quickly helped him up.

"You're too kind, sir. I don't deserve such praise."

"Come on! Come on!"

Ye Yizhou nodded repeatedly, gripping Wang Long even tighter, as if afraid he would run away.

"I recite your poem 'Exhortation to Learning' every day, and each time I read it, I gain new insights and my eyes well up with tears! 'One who does not know the importance of diligent study in youth will regret it in old age.' This line truly speaks to my heart!"

As he spoke, tears actually streamed down his face.

Wang Long was at a loss. Was this going too far?

It was just a poem, yet it managed to excite an elderly man with white hair like this.

He seriously underestimated the Confucian scholars' yearning for national treasures in poetry, which is the pursuit of many people throughout their lives.

Wang Long casually composed two poems!

Before he could react, several more people rushed out from the crowd and surrounded him.

"Sir! My name is Li Mo, an instructor at Bailu Academy! After reading your 'Reflections on Reading,' I haven't tasted meat for three days!"

"How can the water in the canal be so clear? Because it has a source of fresh water." I have copied this sentence a hundred times and pasted it on the wall of my study, gazing at it every day!

"Sir! I am Wen Yuan, the headmaster of Songzhu Academy! I have had these two poems of yours engraved on the stone tablet at the entrance of the academy for the students to admire and learn from! Your talent is truly admirable!"

"Old sir..."

A group of people surrounded Wang Long, chattering excitedly.

Some handed over their poems for Wang Long's critique, while others took out paper and pen and asked Wang Long to write inscriptions.

Some of them simply grabbed Wang Long's hand and wouldn't let go, so excited that they were incoherent.

Xu Wanyun stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.

She looked at the people surrounding Wang Long, each of whom was a renowned scholar from the Eastern Region.

Ye Yizhou from Qinglu Academy, Li Mo from Bailu Academy, Wen Yuan from Songzhu Academy...

Any one of these names is a prominent figure in Confucianism and Taoism.

They are all towering figures in their respective fields.

Normally, these people are high and mighty, and rarely seen.

But at this moment, they were like a group of enthusiastic fans chasing after a star, surrounding Wang Long, as excited as children.

Seeing this scene, Xu Wanyun felt a little ashamed.

I am just a Confucian cultivator at the half-step Grandmaster level. How could I be worthy of someone like Wang Long?

Qin Jiaojiao was resting her chin on her hands, tilting her head to look at the group of scholars, her little face full of smiles.

"Master, look at them, they're so interesting!"

Xu Wanyun remained silent.

interesting?

This isn't funny, this is downright insane.

Shen Qianqiu stood aside, watching as the group of Confucian scholars surrounded Wang Long completely.

He quickly squeezed in, spreading his arms to block Wang Long.

"Everyone! Calm down! Calm down!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing across the square.

"Mr. Wang just came out of quarantine today and is still a bit tired. Please don't do this, please don't do this!"

Ye Yizhou was blocked outside by him and was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Dean Shen, please let me say just a few words to the old gentleman! Just a few words!"

"No!"

Shen Qianqiu's attitude was firm.

"Old man Ye, look at yourself! You're so old, yet you're still so impulsive. What kind of behavior is this?"

"I acted impulsively? How was I impulsive?"

Ye Yizhou got anxious, and his mustache stood on end.

"I'm just excited! Don't you understand? I've lived for over two hundred years, and I've finally met a great scholar who can write poems that can govern the nation. What's wrong with me being excited?"

Shen Qianqiu was taken aback by his words, opening her mouth but unable to speak.

Actually, he was even more excited the first time, but he couldn't say it; he had to maintain his composure!

Li Mo echoed this sentiment.

"Exactly! Dean Shen, please let us get closer to the old gentleman! We're not bad people!"

Wen Yuan also joined in the commotion.

"Dean Shen, are you trying to monopolize Mr. Wang? That won't do! He is a gem of Confucianism and Taoism, a treasure for all Confucian scholars, not just someone from your Wenxin Academy!"

Shen Qianqiu blushed at their words and glared at them.

"Nonsense! When did I say I wanted to monopolize Brother Wang? I was just telling you all to calm down and not scare Brother Wang!"

"What did we do to scare him?"

Ye Yizhou poked his head out and glanced at Wang Long.

"Mr. Wang, do you think we frightened you?"

Wang Long stood behind Shen Qianqiu, looking at the group of white-haired old men, each of them staring at him expectantly, like a flock of fledglings waiting to be fed.

He shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

These people are hundreds of years old, it's absolutely insane!