Let Me Help the Protagonist Turn Around and Join the Villainous Female Demon

You plagiarized right in front of me and then called it your clumsy work?The last wisp of white smoke from the incense drifted up.

Signifying the end of the time limit.

Ning Xiuchi put down his brush.

He revealed a confident smile.

He turned his head and gave Xingxi a confident smile.

Xingxi nodded.

Ning Xiuchi turned back to look at Chu Xinghe.

Just now, Chu Xinghe had been scribbling and drawing, writing who knows what.

All eyes in the private room turned towards them.

In another private room sat the people from Qinglu Academy.

”Xiuchi’s Dao of Poetry and Literature is already above ours. There is no suspense.”

”Don’t be so arrogant. This young man clearly knows Xiuchi excels in the Dao of Poetry and Literature, yet still dares to compete. He must have deep reserves.”

The leader stroked his beard, remaining silent.

Chu Xinghe looked at Ning Xiuchi.

”Seeing how confident you are, please, you go first.”

Ning Xiuchi had originally intended for Chu Xinghe to speak first.

But Chu Xinghe asked him to go first.

So he spoke first.

Ning Xiuchi coughed once and cleared his throat.

”This is my humble work. I hope it pleases your eyes.”

”The first madam requested a poem about the bright moon.”

”When will the bright moon appear? Raising my cup, I ask the azure sky. I wonder in the palaces and courts of heaven, what year it is tonight? I wish to ride the wind back, yet fear the jade towers and magnificent halls, being too cold at such a height.”

”Dancing with my clear shadow, how is it compared to the mortal world? The moon passes the vermilion pavilion, lowers over the silk-curtained window, shining upon the sleepless. It should hold no grudge, why is it always full when people part?”

”People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its waxing and waning, its cloudy and clear phases. This has been hard to perfect since ancient times. May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles.”

Ning Xiuchi finished reciting the last line.

Guanxin Tower fell into dead silence.

Could this poem truly be written by a human?

Is this the true ability of the Qinglu Academy Saint?

After a moment, the sounds of discussion finally erupted.

”It’s truly wonderful, but alas, I lack culture and can only describe it as awesome.”

”Exactly. With this poem representing the moon, who would dare write about the moon again?”

”I wonder if those Great Confucian Scholars could write such poetry.”

”I also admire Great Confucian Scholars. This time, I stand with Ning Xiuchi.”

”People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its waxing and waning... I really love that line.”

”My favorite is ’May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles.’ It speaks right to my heart.”

”I miss my Family.”

”I miss Xiaocui, Xiaoping, Xiaoqing, Xiaomei, Xiaoyuan, and Xiaozhou.”

Inside the private room.

Wen Rushui’s gaze landed on Ning Xiuchi, her eyes filled with surprise.

She hadn’t expected this young man to be able to write such a masterpiece.

She also loved this poem.

In another private room.

Zhongli Qingmeng looked at Ning Xiuchi outside.

As expected, he couldn’t be underestimated.

She knew Ning Xiuchi; she had previously visited Qinglu Academy.

She had almost crippled Ning Xiuchi.

She hadn’t expected this young man’s literary talent to be so terrifying.

If this person continues to grow, he might become a leader in the Literary World.

With such talent, he is bound to become a Great Confucian Scholar.

In yet another private room.

The leading elder looked at Ning Xiuchi, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

”Using the moon’s waxing and waning, cloudy and clear phases to symbolize human sorrow, joy, separation, and reunion—truly marvelous.”

”This is truly the fortune of Qinglu.”

The two people behind him were shocked by the elder’s words.

This elder had never praised anyone like this before.

Thinking that Ning Xiuchi could write:

”People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its waxing and waning, its cloudy and clear phases. This has been hard to perfect since ancient times. May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles.”

If they searched their hearts, they knew they couldn’t write it.

Ning Xiuchi stood on the high platform, basking in the crowd’s admiration.

When it came to poetry, he had never been afraid.

Hearing the people around him say they felt like they were witnessing a Literary Sage, his heart swelled with excitement.

This moment belonged to his glory.

Chu Xinghe was expressionless.

In his Previous Life, these poems were mandatory reading.

No wonder the Child of Destiny seemed so strange.

It turned out he was also a Transmigrator.

And he was plagiarizing right in front of them.

”Brother Chu, it’s your turn now.”

Chu Xinghe took a deep breath.

”Why don’t you recite all three of your poems first?”

Ning Xiuchi froze. What did he mean?

The others looked at Chu Xinghe, their eyes filled with strangeness.

”He must be too afraid to recite anything, right?”

”After someone writes ’May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles,’ who would dare write about the moon? If I were Chu Xinghe, I wouldn’t recite either. Isn’t that just embarrassing?”

”I really screwed up. I actually bet on Chu Xinghe winning. I must have been blinded by lard.”

”Wuwu, all my savings!”

”Fortunately, I bet on Ning Xiuchi. It looks like a guaranteed win this time.”

Hearing the surrounding discussions.

Ning Xiuchi took a deep breath.

”Since Brother Chu is deferring, I won’t be overly aggressive.”

”Next is the second poem I wrote.”

”A poem expressing longing for a husband.”

”The fragrance of red lotus fades, the jade mat feels the autumn chill. Lightly shedding my silk dress, I board the orchid boat alone. Who sends a letter embroidered with clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon fills the West Tower.”

”Flowers drift and fall, waters flow on their own. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.”

”There is no way to dispel this feeling; it just leaves the brows, yet rises in the heart.”

After Ning Xiuchi finished reciting, he sighed softly.

The spectators only then recovered their senses.

”Oh my god, the last poem was already awesome, and he wrote another one!”

”If I could write one like that, my Family Genealogy would start with me.”

”I knew betting on him to win was the most accurate choice, though the odds are a bit low.”

”Chu Xinghe has become a clown. Even if he doesn’t write the third poem, Ning Xiuchi has already won.”

”Tsk tsk tsk, I don’t know what those people who bet on Chu Xinghe were thinking.”

Many people looked at Ning Xiuchi with fervor.

In Wen Rushui’s private room above, she looked at Ning Xiuchi, lost in thought.

Zhongli Qingmeng’s killing intent toward Ning Xiuchi had reached its Peak.

The elder from Qinglu Academy had a smile on his face.

”Even I cannot write poetry of this caliber.”

The two people following behind him mumbled.

There was complexity, excitement, and more than anything, anticipation.

They just wondered what the third poem would be like.

After Ning Xiuchi enjoyed a wave of praise.

He took out the last poem.

”Black clouds press down upon the city, the city is about to crumble; the armor shines in the sun, like golden scales unfolding.”

”The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn colors; the rouge of the frontier congeals into night purple.”

”Half-furled red flags approach the Yi River; the double drums are cold, unable to stir life.”

”To repay the lord’s intention on the Golden Terrace, I shall carry the Jade Dragon and die for him.”

As soon as the poem was released.

There was an uproar.

”Hiss, I feel like I can see the scene: the enemies, like black clouds, rushing towards me.”

”The military horns shake heaven and earth; in the darkness, the warriors’ blood congeals into dark purple. All this is just to repay the sovereign’s grace.”

Many people present had tears in their eyes.

This poem was written right into their hearts.

”Good!”

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

The applause throughout the great hall sounded like thunder.

Ning Xiuchi stood tall on the stage, slightly glancing over, meeting Xingxi’s gaze.

Xingxi recovered her senses, deeply moved in her heart.

As the Saintess of Qinglu Academy, she naturally understood these things.

She knew this Junior Brother was very talented.

Today, she truly witnessed only the tip of his iceberg.

Three poems, three different styles.

They actually came from the hand of one person.

Once today’s events are publicized.

Many Confucian Scholars will likely regard Ning Xiuchi as an idol.

And how many women’s Dream Lover will he become?

Ning Xiuchi turned his head to look at Chu Xinghe.

”Brother Chu, are you satisfied with my three poems?”