Mu Zian smiled and looked around before speaking.
"You've come at the right time. I'll show you what it means to be the greatest of all time!"
"Bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Rushi stepped forward and took the writing implements from the servant who was attending to her.
Then they were neatly arranged on the table.
Ning Hongchen stepped forward, the bells on her ankles making a tinkling sound.
A pair of slender, jade-like hands swept across the lake's surface, leaving behind specks of glistening water.
The lake water dripped from my fingertips into the inkstone, and then I began to grind the ink. The ink bloomed in the center of the inkstone like a black flower.
Liu Rushi picked up a wolf-hair brush and evenly filled the inkstone with ink.
As the saying goes: "Green-clad maids hold inkstones and urge students to write on their scrolls; red-sleeved maids add fragrance and accompany them as they read."
This scene left countless students around them stunned.
This is a scene that so many people dream of!
All those years of hard study are for the day when I can have a beautiful woman by my side.
Mu Zian took the brush from Liu Rushi's hand and began to write on the fragrant Xuan paper with swift and skillful strokes.
In contrast, Lu Zhengping, standing to the side, appeared extremely shabby.
The pageboy who had come with him wanted to serve him, but he was kicked away.
Lu Zhengping unconsciously tightened his grip on the pen, trying to force himself to calm down.
However, the restless heart is always uneasy.
Seeing this, Mr. Dongshan shook his head. Lu Zhengping's self-cultivation skills were too poor to be of great use.
In contrast, Mu Zi'an appeared frank and unrestrained amidst the boos, displaying a rather carefree attitude.
Especially the bold and expansive style he displayed when putting pen to paper is truly remarkable.
For a moment, Mr. Dongshan seemed to see a trace of an old friend.
The moon is bright and the stars are few, as time goes by.
More and more students gathered inside the painted boat.
Especially after hearing that Mr. Dongshan was here, many famous scholars gathered around.
Seeing this, Lu Zhengping became even more uneasy.
For a moment, my mind was in a bit of a mess, and I hesitated when I started writing.
In contrast, Mu Zi never stopped thinking for even a second from the moment she picked up her pen.
Upon seeing this, someone immediately mocked.
"You can compose poetry without thinking for a second? You're really putting on an act! Look at how carefully Young Master Lu considers every stroke! Only in this way can poetry be perfected. We students should learn from Young Master Lu."
"That's right! That's correct. The art of poetry emphasizes tones, parallelism, and the structure of a poem. Every single word determines whether a poem is exquisite. This person writes so casually, I doubt he can produce anything of value."
“Young Master Lu is, after all, one of the top scholars in our capital. Apart from Pei Shaoji, the third young master of the Pei family, I can’t think of anyone else who is better than Young Master Lu.”
Amidst countless jeers, Mu Zian remained calm and composed.
It was as if they had already become immersed in their own world.
The moonlight shone down like water! Mu Zi'an's writing speed increased rapidly.
Standing on either side of Mu Zi'an, Ning Hongchen and Liu Rushi gazed at the Xuan paper, their lips slightly parted as they read and silently recited the poems on it.
Just as they were halfway through reciting, the two women's lips both slowed down simultaneously.
The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Just as everyone was still mocking him, Mu Zian made the last stroke and then threw the brush away.
The brush plunged into the lake, producing a crisp splashing sound.
Mu Zian leaned down and gently blew on the paper, then smiled.
The students watching sneered at the sight.
"Is that all? I doubt he even knows how to rhyme in poetry."
"Forget it! How ridiculous that we would expect something from an arrogant person who doesn't know his own limitations."
Mr. Dongshan and the several renowned scholars around him frowned in unison upon seeing this.
With less than a third of that incense stick burned, what good works can be written in such a short time?
At best, it's just something to fool people.
Seeing this, Mr. Dongshan couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Young man, isn't there still plenty of time? Why don't you revise it?"
Mu Zi'an stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Not a single word changed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of fireworks rose into the sky above the river and exploded, its brilliant light resembling another blazing sun, while everything around them dimmed.
Lu Zhengping sneered.
"If I were you, I would quickly cover my face and leave now, so as not to suffer later."
Mu Zian did not answer, but just looked at him as if he were a fool.
Seeing this, Lu Zhengping felt aggrieved and immediately stepped forward.
"I have finished my poem and would like to ask Mr. Dongshan for his comments."
Mr. Dongshan asked the same question upon seeing this.
"There is still enough time, why argue so passionately?"
Lu Zhengping cupped his hands and said,
"To be honest, Mr. Dongshan, I had already drafted this poem in my mind, intending to use it at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering to compete with Young Master Pei."
"However, I am fortunate to have met Mr. Dongshan today. I do not wish to hide my shortcomings, so I would like to ask Mr. Dongshan for his comments, so that this madman may know that the path of literature is boundless."
Mr. Dongshan nodded upon hearing this, and then took the manuscript from Lu Zheng'an's hands.
"Drunk on wine, we share the shadow of the osmanthus tree; leisurely we visit the moon palace. We shake our cups to invite the jade rabbit; we lower our eyes to admire the ice plate. The Milky Way shines and fades; the clouds surge like giant waves. On this night, the world shares the same joy, and people and the moon are both reunited."
After finishing the song, everyone felt as if they were floating in the moon palace, light and ethereal.
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