All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

Six-year-old Li Chengze has an alpaca-shaped hairstyle that covers half of his face.

His expression was as blank, or rather, focused, as his mother's.

Looking at the three poems in his hand, he trembled with excitement.

"Uncle Wang... how did you come up with this idea?!"

"White fur, red palms, green water, clear waves..."

"Dynamic! Elegant! Immersive!"

"Mother, I'm very familiar with these words!"

Li Chengze became increasingly agitated as he spoke, "Why!"

"Why... can't I write such soulful poetry!"

He was deeply influenced and inherited from Consort Shu, and he loved reading and poetry!

Li Chengze muttered a few more words to himself, appearing somewhat eccentric.

Then, he slammed his hand on the table!

Then, he casually tossed his alpaca head!

"Mother! I've made up my mind!"

"From today onwards, I will dedicate myself to poetry and prose!"

"I want to be one of the two literary giants of Daqing, together with Uncle Yongwang!"

Consort Shu nodded heavily, a spark of hope igniting in her eyes!

"Good son! Your mother will definitely help you!"

"In the future, my son Chengze will surely have a place in the literary world of Daqing!"

Li Chengze said solemnly, "I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

The mother and son smiled at each other, then buried themselves in their books.

……

On the main street of Kyoto.

Xin Qiwu, a minor official of the Court of State Ceremonial, walked at the end of the procession.

Today is the day to bid farewell to the Northern Qi delegation as they depart from the capital.

This situation is somewhat different from usual.

In the past, when a great literary figure like Cui Shen left the city, a large number of scholars would have seen him off.

But today, the streets are very quiet.

Xin Qiwu knew that the Northern Qi delegation would not leave so easily.

Cui Shen and Wei Bi walked at the front of the group, looking somewhat desolate.

As the procession passed a restaurant, many scholars suddenly poured out from the balconies on the second and third floors.

Some scholars were still bowing to Cui Shen in farewell.

At this moment, several drunk scholars suddenly started to make a fuss.

"Cui Changcheng... is broken!"

"Farewell, Asshole Marquis!"

The atmosphere changed abruptly after those two drunken remarks!

All the scholars of Nanqing couldn't help but burst into laughter!

That last shred of respect has vanished!

Cui Shen could only manage a wry smile, while Wei Bi's face flushed red with anger!

Done!Done!

His reputation is now completely ruined!

"Lord Cui, sell your poems to me from now on, since you can't write them anymore anyway!"

"Hey you, whose eyes are on your butt, you can't see where you're going because of the smell!"

"Hahaha! Welcome back, Lord Asshole, again sometime!"

Wei Bi was furious, but he couldn't argue with so many people.

He could only say bitterly, "If this is the state of Nanqing, it's better not to come!"

However, this restaurant was just the beginning.

The further away from the palace they went, the more extravagant the farewell ceremony became.

When I passed by a teahouse, a banner was hung up on the teahouse.

"The Great Wall of Five-Character Verse has fallen in Nanqing!"

"Lord Marquis with the asshole has fled to the northern frontier!"

Dozens of teahouse patrons even shouted out these two lines!

The Northern Qi delegation wished they could run away with their tails between their legs.

The delegation passed by a cabaret, where some of the beautiful singers and musicians were reciting various doggerel poems.

On the balcony of the dance hall, there were even a few little girls who were eight or nine years old.

Among them were three little girls, with bright eyes and white teeth, and exquisitely beautiful features.

She's a natural beauty!

What's even more unusual is that the two wearing green are twins and look exactly alike.

As the Northern Qi delegation walked away, the little girl in red looked dejected.

She said to the twins, "Da Qi, Xiao Qi, you will be entering the palace tomorrow."

The girl in green, tears welling in her eyes, said, "Sang Wen, we may never see you again in this lifetime."

The little girl, Sang Wen, looked bitter. "Being a palace maid is better than spending my life selling smiles."

Upon hearing this, the museum owner glared fiercely at Sang Wen.

"If you want to live, you'd better forget about them going to the palace completely!"

Xiao Sangwen's voice trembled as she said, "I understand... Mom."

……

A five-year-old who can recite three poems—a child prodigy!

With the help of certain individuals, Li Chang'an's reputation spread far and wide.

A few days later, Emperor Qing's official decree arrived in the morning.

"The third brother of the Emperor, Chang'an, is filial, friendly, kind, and exceptionally intelligent."

"Ritual and music cultivate knowledge, and gentleness and tranquility greatly enhance the cultural style of the nation."

"..."

"He was enfeoffed as Prince Yong, and after completing his studies, he was to establish his own government and military headquarters."

"A reward of one hundred taels of gold and one thousand taels of silver!"

"Add one hundred eunuchs and one hundred palace maids to the Shuning Palace!"

A few days later, the system began to calculate the various rankings.

[Your arts and culture ranking has risen to 81th!]

[Your power ranking has risen to 220th!]

[Your wealth ranking has risen to 4560th!]

Because all three poems were excellent, Li Chang'an's literary ranking jumped directly into the top 100!

The poetry in the world of Joy of Life is too scarce.

Just as Li Chang'an predicted, writing poetry was indeed a shortcut to improving one's literary ranking!

Power refers to one's position of authority, how much one can manage, and how many people one has under one's control.

The title of Prince is already the highest rank, but Li Chang'an has not yet established his own residence.

Therefore, he controlled few people and had no administrative power whatsoever.

A high-ranking official in charge of a region, a powerful official in the capital, is more powerful than Li Chang'an.

Emperor Qing bestowed upon him approximately two thousand taels of silver, placing Li Chang'an within the top five thousand in terms of wealth.

A county magistrate's annual salary was thirty taels, while a mansion in the capital cost around two hundred taels.

Having two thousand taels of silver meant you were a wealthy person who had no worries about food and clothing.

As expected, the system initiated the settlement process due to the drastic changes in the three rankings!