Liu Kongyi stood in front of the table, stroking the dragon carp gently, as if touching a morning glow, her jade hands were dyed blood red by the hazy and dreamy halo.

She smiled charmingly and observed the men around her for a while, especially the scholars from the academy, who were gathered at the main table, gazing at "Tian Xian Zi".

Or frowning and gazing, or looking up at the sky, or writing suddenly...

Men kept dripping clean water on the ink-washing paper to change the words, but so far no one has succeeded.

Liu Kongyi looked at it for a while, then looked away, somewhat uninterested. She had actually tried many characters before, but none of them worked. So far, the characters changed by these men did not make Liu Kongyi feel new or surprised.

Liu Kongyi glanced at the scholars in the academy whom she had paid attention to.

Du Yifu was pinching his chin, staring at the ink paper, frowning and thinking.

Li Jinshu stood with Ye Ruoxi, looking at the words on the table while whispering something with the beauty beside him.

There are also some outstanding scholars from the academy...

These are the men Liu Kongyi thought had the potential to succeed.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked around. Then her eyes paused and she saw Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong, who were cuddling together behind the crowd at a corner of the main table.

At present, almost everyone's attention is on "Tian Xianzi" and her, and few people are paying attention to Zhao Lingfei and the other one.

Liu Kongyi took a quick look and saw Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei flirting with each other. She smiled lightly and no longer paid attention.

Liu Kongyi waved her sleeves, and a set of exquisite painted porcelain tea sets appeared on the table. She gently picked up a thin-walled flower and bird teacup, and when she flicked the porcelain with her fingertips, there was a melodious echo, like the sound of an empty valley.

Liu Kongyi waved her hand to refuse the warm stream water handed to her by the red carp girl, and instead took out a small bottle filled with fresh morning dew. It was the first drop of dew every morning from a spiritual flower that she carefully cultivated. She had collected the dew in this small bottle for half a year.

Liu Kongyi began to make tea in an elegant manner.

This operation attracted a lot of people's attention.

Du Yifu retracted his gaze, his fiery eyes gradually calmed down, and returned to the paper. His eyes continued to stare at the sentence "The clouds dispersed, the moon came, and the flowers followed their shadows" on the paper. As for the other verses of the poem, Du Yifu felt that there were indeed some minor flaws, but none of them were as serious as this one.

He read the whole poem several times and found that the sense of language had twists and turns here. Based on his experience in writing and appreciating poetry, this was where the real problem lay.

Du Yifu's eyes flashed.

There are birds on the sand and dusk on the pond; when the clouds disperse and the moon comes out, the flowers follow their shadows.

Willow Fairy fell into a drunken sleep at noon, and when she woke up, it was already dusk. The melancholy and sadness that had been lingering in her heart had not dissipated at all, so she went to the small garden alone to take a walk and admire the moon, using the bright moon to relieve her worries.

The night gradually enveloped the earth, and the waterfowl had already slept side by side on the sandy bank beside the pond. Unexpectedly, the sky was full of clouds and there was no moonlight. She was about to turn around and go back, but at this moment, an unexpected change of scenery appeared before her eyes. The wind blew, blowing away the clouds in an instant, revealing the moonlight, and the flowers were blown by the wind, and they swayed in the moonlight...

This also brought temporary comfort to Fairy Liu's loneliness.

These two sentences are the emotional turning point of the whole poem, the climax, and the part that needs to be outstanding, but they read like a mediocre book.

Du Yifu took a deep breath and thought carefully, his eyes gradually brightened...

On the other side of the main table, Li Jinshu suddenly said, "How about this?"

Seeing everyone's gazes coming over, including that Fairy Liu.

He hesitated for a moment, and after receiving the encouraging looks from Ye Ruoxi and his fellow apprentices, he walked forward, dipped his finger in a drop of clean water, and washed away the word "Wan" in "Lin Wan Mirror".

Li Jinshu wrote down the word with anticipation and changed it to "Xiao".

But the words on the paper did not change.

He sighed softly and shook his head.

However, Liu Kongyi said:

"Although it's not a rank, Mr. Li's name is very good. Wanjing, Wanjing. The word 'wan' not only implies time, but also has a sense of old age. It's really a bit out of place. If it's 'xiaojing', it would be more suitable for a woman. Thank you, Mr. Li..."

At this moment, Du Yifu suddenly spoke up, "Brother Li, it's useless to quibble over such trivial matters. You are just blinded by a single leaf and have not grasped the key to the problem. Let me do it. Watch it carefully."

After saying that, he walked to the table and took the pen from Li Jinshu's hand.

When Zhao Rong saw this scene, his brows slightly frowned.

The eldest senior brother was a little embarrassed, but given his personality he was not annoyed. Instead, he looked curious, took a few steps back, and gave his seat to Du Yifu.

Du Yifu was in high spirits and smiled brilliantly at Liu Kongyi, who looked expectant. Then he took some clean water to wash away the word "scattered" in "the clouds disperse, the moon comes, the flowers follow their shadows."

Du Yifu kept the question in suspense for a while, looked around, and seeing that everyone was staring at him expectantly, he smiled gently, wrote confidently, and slowly added the word... "broken".

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

At this moment, the air at the gathering was a little stagnant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the paper.

But...still nothing unusual happened.

No entry.

Du Yifu's smile froze instantly. He stared at the ink-washed paper for a long time, but the paper remained motionless, and there was no breeze that he was familiar with - this represented the gathering of rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

This sentence "The clouds break, the moon comes out, and the flowers follow their shadows" still doesn't work.

It was somewhat quiet around.

Du Yifu felt a lot of strange looks. His smile gradually faded. He licked his lips, stared at the revised poem expressionlessly, and muttered something over and over again.

"Here, it should be here. My intuition is right, but why not! This sentence can't be changed anymore. Why..."

Liu Kongyi coughed lightly and spoke out to help.

"Mr. Du's modification of the word 'broken' is very clever. The clouds broke and the moon came out... The reason why there was no moon at that time was because the clouds were thick and dark. When the wind first started, it was impossible to clear the haze immediately. It could only blow apart part of the clouds, revealing a little bit of the night sky. Moreover, the place where the clouds broke might not be exactly where the moon was. Instead, the moon moved to the place where the clouds opened after a while... What a great phrase 'the clouds broke and the moon came out.'"

Liu Kongyi glanced at Du Yifu's embarrassed expression, then looked at the people around him, "As for... not being accepted, it must be that there are other places that need to be revised, or maybe... Kongyi is not talented enough, this poem can't be accepted at all..."

Afterwards, the main table gradually became lively again, and many people went up to change the words.

However, apart from the word "Spring" in "When will Spring return?" which caused some discussion, there was nothing outstanding about the other people's changes to the words.

Liu Kongyi saw that there were so many outstanding men from the academy and Taiqing Mansion at the gathering, but no one could come in and out to appreciate poetry and be her teacher. She sighed in her heart, but still smiled and said, "It seems that this poem is inherently flawed and cannot be transformed into something magical. Sorry, everyone, I am obsessed with appearances."

Du Yifu's expression was still somewhat stiff, but he nodded hastily when he heard this.

Everyone agreed, saying that unless a Confucian poet came, nothing could be done to save the situation.

So, this elegant task of finding a teacher to learn Chinese characters was abandoned.

In a corner of the elegant gathering, Zhao Rong raised his eyes to glance at Liu Kongyi, only to see her frowning as she packed up the tea sets.

The cup of tea that was originally intended to be served to Master Yi Zi had already gone cold, but still no man was able to drink it.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was standing by, suddenly said softly, "Husband, why don't you try?"

Hearing this title, Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, and he quickly withdrew his gaze from Liu Kongyi and shook his head firmly, "No, no."

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him and said in a relaxed tone, "It's okay to give it a try. The paper and pen are still on the table. My husband, go and write a few words. No one else will notice you now. Why are you shy? What if it works..."

Zhao Rong interrupted righteously, "I'm afraid that I won't go because I'm afraid it will work. What should I do if Fairy Liu keeps pestering me after I enter the rank? I only have my wife in my heart, so why would I go and provoke her?"

This is a life-or-death question, why should I choose? No, I definitely won’t go!

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong's serious expression. She was silent for a while and nodded slightly.