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"Why is Scholar Li laughing?" Li Muyun, sitting opposite him, asked. "Could it be that the Scholar, with his literary talent as his ear, has overheard some amusing stories from below?"

Those who pass the imperial examinations are awarded literary talent, and those who rank third are bestowed with literary flowers.

When literary talent enters the mind, the six senses become unparalleled. Even if this top scholar is on a high building, he can still hear the whispers in the marketplace. This is the terrifying aspect of literary talent.

Li Yuecheng laughed and said, "This poetry gathering is interesting in itself. As expected, the rumors in the city all say that the purpose of our gathering of the five great talents is to give the Mo family a hard time."

"Haha!" Li Yufei laughed, "Who would have thought that we were actually just carrying out a mission to make the Mo family's Sanqiu brother famous for his literary talent?"

"Such a poetry gathering, though interesting, is not very meaningful!" Du Yu, the poetry fanatic, thought to himself, "If we don't go easy on him, Brother Sanqiu might not be able to handle it; if we do go easy on him, our literary reputation will ultimately be damaged."

"Brother Du, there's no need to worry. The Grand Elder of the Mo Clan and the Prince of Rulan have already thought of this. Brother Sanqiu has meticulously crafted an autumn poem, and according to the Grand Elder, it should be of excellent quality." Li Yuecheng said, "I just hope that the day after tomorrow will be sunny, so that his long-polished autumn poem will be even more fitting for the occasion."

"A poem polished for so long, a poem about the bright autumn sun?" The Poetry Maniac laughed heartily. "I'm afraid this poem wasn't written by that Brother Sanqiu, was it?"

"Brother Du, don't make wild guesses based on unfounded accusations." Li Yuecheng's voice deepened. "...Anyway, if this matter succeeds, all of you brothers will benefit!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then they understood.

I've come to terms with it all.

What is clear is that Mo Sanqiu of the Mo family had made thorough preparations.

There are two points that bring relief. First, if the poem brought by Mo Sanqiu is truly of a high standard, even if the poems of these five individuals are overshadowed by it, it will not damage their literary reputation. How rare is it for a poem to be of such high standard? Anyone who is defeated by a superior poem will not suffer any loss of literary reputation. Second, even if their literary reputation is slightly damaged, it will be compensated. The Mo family and the imperial dynasty will provide compensation to the five individuals.

The scholar in front of me is not just a scholar; he is also a court official. After winning the third-place prize this year, he was granted the position of Academician of the Hanlin Academy. His departure from the capital to attend the poetry gathering must be at the behest of the court.

At a poetry gathering, Mo Sanqiu reaped a bountiful harvest and his literary fame soared.

The five prodigies received joint gratitude from the Mohist school and the imperial court.

Why not?

Suddenly, a wild goose cried out in the sky.

A golden goose swooped down from the sky and shot towards the rooftop.

Li Yuecheng stretched out his hand, and the golden goose transformed into a piece of gold paper that landed in his palm. When he unfolded it, his expression suddenly changed...

Filled with disbelief.

"What is it, Scholar Li?" Li Muyun asked.

Li Yuecheng slowly raised his gaze, gently circled his hand, and a stream of literary light covered the rooftop, sealing it off...

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What major event had occurred that led to the complete blockade of literary pursuits?

Li Yuecheng said, "Everyone, take a look!"

He handed the gold paper to Li Muyun, whose eyes widened in surprise. He then passed it to Du Yuxin, the "Poet Madman," who in turn passed it to Wang Luoshui, who in turn passed it to Li Yufei...

"Mo Sanqiu cannot come! The Mo family has sent Mo Ziyi, the fourth young lady of the Mo family branch, along with a guest elder named Zhou Wenju!" Li Yufei frowned. "How could this be?"

"Internal strife within the Mohist school!" Li Yuecheng exclaimed. "The Mohist school's holy son, Mo Wushuang, has made his move!"

"Then what should we do?" Li Muyun asked.

"The Grand Elder's meaning is very clear, Brother Muyun, can't you see it?" Li Yuecheng said.

"It's no longer about granting their wish, but about launching a full-scale attack! We must humiliate them and show the entire Mo family that going against the Grand Elder will only hurt the whole Mo family!" Wang Luoshui said.

"That's more exciting!" Poetry fanatic Du Yuxin laughed heartily. "As the saying goes, people can't teach you everything, but experience teaches you everything in one go! That's how it should be! Brothers, let's give it our all and show this holy son of the Mohist school that the literary arts of the Great Yu Dynasty are ultimately beyond the reach of a holy family specializing in weaponry!"

"Don't underestimate the enemy!" These four words suddenly penetrated the blockade.

The five people in the circle were all shocked at the same time.

Their location was within the literary and artistic blockade of the third-ranked scholar; who could break through it silently?

The voice said, "Mo Ziyi is nothing to worry about. This guest elder's poetic talent is extraordinary; he has already written seven-colored poems three times!"

"A poem of seven colors?" Li Yuecheng's eyes widened suddenly.

"Three times?" The madness on Shi Kuang's face suddenly disappeared.

"However, there's no need to worry too much, I already have arrangements..."

The person's voice abruptly stopped.

Everyone on the rooftop looked up at the same time.

Above the sky, a green boat passes through the rain and mist, and on the boat, the light of literature flows endlessly.

"We've arrived!" Li Yuecheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The green boat traversed thousands of miles of void and landed on the roof of a restaurant.

It is not Biyanlou, but Ruyilou, which is just across the street from Biyanlou.

The green boat landed on the rooftop, its shape disappearing into a green shuttle, which then disappeared into the purple-clad woman's hair.

Under the misty rain of late autumn, three figures became a beautiful sight in Nanyang City, so dreamlike and ethereal.

"The person from the Ink Room!" someone below exclaimed. "Truly, a speck of ink in the void, unparalleled in the world. This woman's demeanor is unlike that of someone from this mortal realm. Who is she?"

"The Ink Clan favors white robes, with only one exception: they prefer purple." A young man in white, his eyes gleaming, said, "That's Ink Purple Robe, who's halfway to the Literary Fruit Realm!"

"Ink purple robes? Could it be that Mo Dao prodigy who single-handedly repelled a million-strong army of Northern Yan last year on the northern border, leaving behind the astonishing legend of 'standing atop the city wall in purple robes, causing the three armies to retreat three steps'?"

"It's her!"

"No wonder the Imperial Dynasty has such an impressive lineup; it turns out the Mo family guest they're facing is her..."

In an instant, almost everyone in the entire city of Nanyang focused their attention on Mo Ziyi.

This is the most direct line of the Mohist school.

This person represents the highest level of the Mohist school in every word and deed.

This is a remarkable woman whose literary achievements are astonishing.

In the past, rumors about her were limited to her literary achievements and her astonishing record of "non-aggression and stopping war".

Today, she appeared in person, her beauty unparalleled.

The city's music and entertainment were disrupted because of her.

It seems that even those who revel in the best of the best were captivated by her charm and lost their composure...

However, in a restaurant in the south of the city, two men's eyes were not on her, but on Zhou Wenju's face...

These two people.

He was dressed in the robes of a male scholar.

However, even a blind person could tell that they were all women.

The one on the left is petite and very pretty, with a distinctly feminine air about her.

The one on the right is even more outrageous. Her breasts are so large that you can't see your toes if you look down, but she pretends to be blind, playing with her folding fan, and with her beautiful face and red lips, she acts like a scholar.

"Seventh Princess..." the person on the left called out.

The man on the right glanced sideways, while the man on the left quickly adjusted himself: "Seventh Young Master!"

The transition was remarkably smooth.

The Seventh Princess said, "Spit it out already!"

"Young master, I think... I think that Prince Rulan did not handle this mess so badly. Young master Sanqiu's demeanor is no less than that of the third-ranked scholar."

"Hmm, he's...not bad looking!" The Seventh Princess nodded gently. "But what good is a good-looking face? We'll have to see how he performs."

"Young master, I must give you a little reminder. With your status, you should be mindful of your words and actions. I privately feel that since you went to Jiangnan, you have been using vulgar language more and more. If the Empress were to find out, she would probably be displeased."

This was caused by the consecutive use of the word "fart".

It was perfectly normal for Her Highness to leave the capital without permission to investigate the marriage arranged by Prince Rulan and approved by the Empress.

After going down to the south of the Yangtze River, he completely changed, becoming quite unrestrained, like a bird released from its cage, spewing nonsense like shit and farts at will.

The princess was fearless, but the maid herself was terrified. What if someone complained to the Empress? She would be the one punished...

The princess said dismissively, "Those ridiculous rules of the imperial court have been controlling me for eighteen years. I'm fed up with them. I just came out to breathe. Why bother with all this and that? What's the point of coming out here?"

The palace maid finally understood.

This suppression was too strong, and it's caused a backlash...