As soon as Shen Yuerong finished speaking, she took out a small porcelain bottle that glowed brightly in the sunlight.
She slowly uttered a word from her red lips.
"It's a special liquid, and I write special marks on the paper I usually use, and using this liquid, the marks will appear."
After saying this, she raised her eyebrows and looked in the direction of Jiang Sisi, her eyes full of contempt and coldness.
She has always been cautious and prudent in her actions, and would never leave any handle for others to use. Even the things she often uses in her house will be marked with special marks to prevent them from being taken away or from the situation like now.
When I was young, I just thought it was special and meaningful, but I didn’t expect it to be of such great use now.
Jiang Sisi's expression changed, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes when she looked at Shen Yuerong. She never thought that Shen Yuerong actually had a backup plan.
She could only grit her teeth and argue.
"It's just a special mark. It doesn't prove that you wrote these words."
Hearing this, Shen Yuerong chuckled and sighed.
"If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext. I will prove it to you."
The slender fingers hold the brush, dip it in liquid and gently brush it across the paper, and pink peach blossoms appear.
Mr. Mo couldn't help but exclaimed in praise: "This is too wonderful, just like peach blossoms blooming before my eyes. It is a great honor to be able to see this scenery now."
Jiang Sisi forced an ugly smile.
"It's just peach blossoms, not a unique mark that belongs to you alone."
Shen Yuerong smiled faintly, but did not stop what she was doing, and continued to draw.
Soon three clearly visible words appeared on the paper.
Moreover, such patterns appeared on four of the five calligraphy pieces, and Shen Yuerong held them up to show everyone.
The moment Jiang Sisi saw it clearly, her face turned pale. Now she could no longer find a reason to refute, because it was clearly written on the paper.
——Chen Yuerong.
At the same time, she felt a little bitter in her heart. She didn't expect that her fame and talent would be ruined by Shen Yuerong.
At first, she thought that the bigger the poetry reading, the better, so that she could become famous.
But he didn't expect it to become a witness to his own downfall.
Now everyone could not find any reason to refute and had to admit that the talented person was Shen Yuerong.
Shen Yuerong put down the brush gracefully, and did not stand in the center of the stage to accept everyone's gazes and praise. She just smiled and spoke.
“Scholars should never stop and should not stop at one place. Many things are not only in books, but also reflected in life, people, and mountains and rivers.”
"Only by practicing can you obtain the highest truth and avoid being trapped in the dilemma of a frog in a well. I hope you will never stop practicing."
After she said this, she walked lightly back to her seat.
She didn't care about any kind of talent or reputation. She would be willing to help Mu Shiya get to this position even if she could do so herself.
After Shen Yuerong sat down, Mr. Mo approached with a piece of calligraphy in his hands, his eyes sparkling.
The paper has turned a little yellow and the edges are badly worn. It is obvious that the owner cherishes and cares about it and must have read it countless times.
"My name is Mo Zigui. Sorry to bother you, Princess, but I just want to confirm something."
Shen Yuerong extended her hand to signal Mo Zigui to sit down, with a gentle and humble attitude.
"Mr. Mo, you are so polite. I don't know if you have anything to ask me. I will tell you everything I know."
Hearing this, he slowly handed the calligraphy in his hand to Shen Yuerong, with some anticipation in his eyes.
"My Lady Princess, do you still remember this couplet?"
Shen Yuerong took the calligraphy from his hand, glanced at it briefly, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
I had not intended to reveal my identity before, but I didn't expect to be recognized by Mo Zigui anyway.
"Mr. Mo is indeed very discerning. I didn't hide it on purpose. I just didn't want to cause any more trouble."
Chi Mu was sitting on the side and heard the conversation between the two. He suddenly became curious, but did not interrupt. He just smiled and looked at Shen Yuerong, waiting for her conversation with Mo Zigui to finish.
Mo Zigui looked slightly agitated, tears welling up in his old eyes.
"So it really is you. I have been looking for you for many years, but I didn't expect you to stay in the capital."
Mo Zigui did not ask Shen Yuerong why she dressed as a woman and wore a mask, and traveled around to save people while wearing the mask.
She was just immersed in the joy of finding her savior.
It turned out that when Mozi returned from his study abroad, he encountered bandits on the way who robbed him of his money and property and then abandoned him at the foot of the mountain.
When he was nearly dead, he was rescued by Shen Yuerong, who also gave him a piece of calligraphy and some money. This is how Mo Zigui, the famous literary scholar he is today, came into being.
Perhaps it was the realization before his death that made Mo Zigui become more calm and indifferent.
Shen Yuerong returned the calligraphy to Mo Zigui and replied with a smile.
"I'm giving you this calligraphy. It means that you don't have to tell others that we know each other in the future. After all, when I saved you, I didn't expect anything in return."
Someone not far away noticed that the two were talking, and Mo Zigui was holding a piece of calligraphy, his expression excited with tears in his eyes.
That scene made people wonder if Shen Yuerong had used something to force Mo Zigui to return?
The man hid in the corridor and watched, holding the handkerchief tightly in his hand, his eyes cold and terrifying.
One day, she will trample Shen Yuerong under her feet and prove that she is the most powerful woman in the world.
The poetry meeting that followed went smoothly, so smoothly that Shen Yuerong couldn't help but wonder if someone was planning to do something secretly.
But it was not until she got on the carriage that nothing happened, and Shen Yuerong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I am just overthinking.
The carriage drove on the bluestone-paved street, slowly heading towards the palace.
Shen Yuerong and Chi Mu sat side by side in the carriage. Since they were sitting on the same side, the space seemed a little cramped.
"Husband, can you come a little closer?"
Chi Mu glanced at Shen Yuerong and raised his eyebrows to ask back.
"What did you call me?"
Shen Yuerong was stunned for a moment, then she smiled helplessly and reacted.
"Mulang, can you sit a little closer? It's a bit crowded."
Chi Mu then sat on the other side with satisfaction, but with his legs slightly open, he surrounded Shen Yuerong in a protective posture, leaned over with a smile on his face.
"How did Rong'er know Mr. Mo?"
Shen Yuerong placed her slender fingers on the hem of her skirt and answered with a smile.
"When I was young, I would always travel around disguised as a woman, and I saved a lot of people during that time, and Mr. Mo was one of them."
"When I rescued him, he kept reciting poems and songs. I was worried that he would not survive, so I gave him a couplet and asked him to find the answer."
Chi Mu stared at Shen Yuerong with his dark pupils, and suddenly smiled and spoke.
"My Rong'er is really amazing."
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