Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 9: Literary Aura Emerges, the Man of Prosperous Wife

At this moment, it seemed like there were two different worlds inside and outside Jin Garden. Inside, the lights were bright, people were drinking and composing poetry, and there were courtesans playing musical instruments and singing poems. Outside, the common people were just there to watch the excitement, creating a lively scene.

As time passed, fewer and fewer students came forward to compose poetry in Jin Garden. Some couldn't come up with anything, while others felt that their poems couldn't compare to those of their predecessors and were embarrassed to show them.

Except for a few influential families, everyone else present seemed to be in high spirits. After all, this was also a competition to determine the current imperial son-in-law. However, only a few people knew that this level of poetry was not enough to be called the best, let alone the man of prosperous wife.

Lou Qingxue was sitting behind the scenes, playing the zither to liven up the atmosphere for everyone. Almost all the students present were attracted by her. The title of Bright City's number one courtesan had long spread among these so-called literati.

Lou Qingxue's slender hands flew up and down the strings, producing a melodious and pleasant sound. Each courtesan in Bright City had their own unique skills. Some were skilled in playing the zither, some in dancing, some in singing, and so on. Lou Qingxue's zither playing was definitely well-practiced.

After finishing a piece, the applause from the surrounding students thundered, filled with words of praise.

"Jiang Xiong, most of the fellow students present have already performed. As a prominent scholar from the capital, you should let us admire your poetry as well!" Zhan Chen, the son of the magistrate, laughed loudly.

Upon hearing this, everyone joined in the clamor.

"That's right, we have long heard of the talented Jiang Shangshu's son from the capital. Today, let us have a glimpse of Jiang Gongzi's works!"

"We also want to admire Jiang Gongzi's works!"

The crowd clamored together, and the atmosphere had already been set. Jiang Wen stood up at this moment, dressed in a white robe. He gently closed his folding fan, giving off an appearance of a modest gentleman. The rich young ladies present couldn't help but reveal a hint of infatuation.

"Then, this student Jiang Wen will dare to present my humble works!" Jiang Wen first bowed to the magistrate sitting in the main seat, and then gestured to the people present, showing his courtesy.

After preparing for a long time, his poems could finally be put to use. Although Jiang Wen appeared calm on the surface, he was actually very excited inside. After all, the position of the imperial son-in-law was within his grasp.

Just as he was about to speak, in the next second, a vast Literary Aura rose into the sky from the southeast direction of Jin Garden. The number of Literary Aura far exceeded the number of students present.

Although the people present might not have high cultivation levels, there were still quite a few who possessed cultivation. Most of them were followers of young masters from the capital or guards of the magistrate.

These people turned their heads at the same time to look in the southeast direction, including Jiang Wen. As the son of Jiang Shangshu, he had naturally come into contact with cultivation methods.

At the same time, the old Taoist in the sky suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "It has appeared!" He then turned into a streak of light with his disciples.

Following closely behind was Qi Xiuwen. As scholars, they were very familiar with Literary Aura. The sudden appearance of such a large-scale Literary Aura clearly indicated the birth of a famous work. They also turned into streaks of light with their daughter.

Although the Buddhist Gate, Four Seas Pavilion, Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, and Celestial Fragrance Gate were a bit slower in their reactions, they were not far behind. They didn't have the ability to explore Literary Aura or divine through divination, but when Literary Aura emerged, as long as their cultivation was sufficient, almost all of them could sense it. They also left one after another.

Especially the master of Four Seas Pavilion, who was sitting in the position of a wealthy merchant. He turned into a streak of light in front of everyone, causing many guards to protect their master in a tense scene.

If we rewind time by one minute, Xia Fan ignored the excited Cai Xia and instead stood alone by the Wei River.

At this time, the earth was warming up, the river water was surging, and the flowers on the riverbank became translucent under the moonlight. The evening breeze blew, and mist rose from the water. The starlight scattered and fell into the mortal world.

There was no one around, only he stood quietly, looking at the beautiful scenery in a daze. Compared to the common people in the distance who were competing for the title of the best poet, he seemed like a forgotten person, and a sense of loneliness suddenly arose.

In a trance, he remembered a poem he had learned in his previous life, which entered his mind under the moonlight.

"The spring tide of the river merges with the sea, and the bright moon rises above the sea. The waves follow the tides for thousands of miles, where in the spring river is there no moonlight?"

As soon as the words fell, Literary Aura emerged, causing the gazes of the cultivators to gather. However, Xia Fan remained unaware and had no idea that several people would be staring at him intently in the next second.

The poem is not finished, but I see that he continues without any pause, continuing to recite:

"The river flows windingly around the fragrant fields, the moon shines on the flower forest like hail. Frost flows in the empty sky, flying unnoticed, white sand on the shore is invisible."

"The river and sky are one color without a speck of dust, the bright moon hangs alone in the empty sky. Who was the first to see the moon by the river? In what year did the moon first shine on people?"

As he recites to this point, a majestic Literary Aura surges in the air, instantly transforming into shining golden words, which are the poems Xia Fan just recited, and they continue to increase.

"Literary Aura taking form!" Qi Xiuwen's eyes widen, but in his heart, he silently thinks that this kind of scene is rare even in their Cloud Sea Academy. Most of the seniors who have read poetry for many years and have profound cultivation are completely different from the inexperienced child in front of them.

"Dad, look, it's the kid from yesterday!" Qi Wan'er asks in disbelief in a low voice, but she is met with a stern gaze from her father, which scares her into closing her mouth.

This is not the time to let outsiders disturb. Clearly, this is an immortal masterpiece.

In another direction, two women with veils covering their faces are also looking at each other. They both recognize that Xia Fan is the child they encountered at noon today, but neither of them says anything.

"Life after life, endlessly, the river and the moon look the same every year. Who does the river moon wait for? Only the flowing water of the Yangtze River can be seen."

"A piece of white cloud drifts away, on the Qingfeng Wharf, there is endless sorrow. Who is the boatman tonight? Where is the yearning in the bright moon tower?"

"Pity the moon lingering above the tower, it should reflect the departing person in the dressing table. The jade curtain cannot be rolled up, the clothes-beating block brushes it back."

With Xia Fan's verses, the Literary Aura in the sky forms lines of poetry. Not only that, the intentions in the poems begin to reflect reality. Mist rises from the Wei River, flowers on both banks gradually bloom, and the bright moon descends, causing many fish and shrimp in the Wei River to gain a trace of intelligence. The spring breeze brushes past, making the people on the shore feel a warm sensation in their bodies, and even some of their hidden ailments are alleviated. The night is filled with a pervasive atmosphere, like a painting.

The scene in front of them causes the people around to involuntarily look at Qi Xiuwen and his daughter. When the righteous qi reaches a profound level, the qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting can all be used to kill, and so can poetry and essays.

The former is form, the latter is meaning. Although Xia Fan has not reached that level, he has already shown the rudiments.

"At this moment, we face each other without hearing each other, I wish to follow the moonlight to shine upon you. The geese fly for a long time without crossing the light, fish and dragons swim in the water and become words."

"Last night, in the idle pool, dreams of falling flowers, pity that in the middle of spring, they do not return home. The spring water flows, and spring is about to end, the moon falls and slants west again."

"The slanting moon sinks into the boundless sea of mist, the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang have an endless road. I don't know how many people return by moonlight, the falling moon shakes emotions, filling the trees along the river."

With this, the poem is complete, and the golden words in the air shine brightly. The Literary Aura reaches its peak at this moment.

Xia Fan stands by the Wei River, the spring breeze brushes past, his clothes fluttering, and his long hair dances.

This poem was written by Zhang Ruoxu, one of the Four Scholars of Wu, and it is precisely because of this that later generations praised him as "a solitary masterpiece that surpasses all others."

Some even say that this poem, "A Night of Flowers and Moon on the Spring River," can cover the entire Tang Dynasty as a single poem. Although it is an exaggeration, it is indeed the pinnacle of poetry.

It describes the scenery, but it speaks of his current experience, just like Xia Fan's current mood, which is somewhat sentimental.

"Heh~" Xia Fan chuckles silently and turns around, but the next second he realizes that he has been surrounded. Five men and six women, monks and Taoists, and even four people who have had a brief encounter with him.

Before he can speak, a seductive woman from the Four Seas Pavilion, her body covered in light veils, steps forward and pokes his forehead with her finger, laughing lightly.

"Is it him? A bit small, isn't he?"

Xia Fan: ???

"Who the hell are you insulting?"

Everyone: .

(End of this chapter)