Lu Yi stood in front of a large piece of snow-white paper that no one had written on yet, and spoke slowly in a loud voice.

"I am Lu Yi, born into a branch of the Jingyang Lu family. I have neither a distinguished family background nor a well-known name. My life's aspirations are not grand or lofty. I just want to be a peasant woman, have a mountain spring, a little land, some rice in a jar, some clothes on my body, three meals a day, and no illness or disaster. That's enough for me."

The twelve wise men sneered in unison.

Seeing that Lu Yi ignored him and only talked to himself, the young man in fancy clothes became furious and shouted, "Lu Yi, do you have the right to speak here?"

"How dare you!" Yu Dianhu drew out his sword with a clang, pointed it at the young man and shouted, "Here is the emperor's staff. Who dares to disrespect me? Are you rebelling? Do you want your entire family to be confiscated?"

The young man in gorgeous clothes and the Twelve Sages kept their mouths shut.

Yu Dianhu sneered, turned his wrist, and thrust his sword heavily into the floor, about a foot deep.

Bai Lu's expression became more and more twisted and stiff, her face turned blue, her body swayed slightly, and her eyes turned red - "Master"?

Damn Lu Yi!

How did he become a public figure?

If he became a prince, why did the Bai family go to so much trouble to discredit him in recent years, to break off the engagement, and to use so many tricks later on? What was they trying to achieve?

Isn’t it because Lu Yi is a poor man and Zhu Yu is the descendant of a saint?

Zhu Yu is indeed a descendant of a saint, but Zhu's current title is just that of a 'Duke'!

Unless all the direct descendants of Zhu Chong died out, it would never be possible for Zhu Yu to inherit the throne.

It is conceivable that even if Zhu Yu could ascend to a high position in the court with the help of Zhu's power, it would be almost impossible for him to become a "Duke".

If Bai Lu and the Bai family chose to fulfill the marriage contract and marry Bai Lu to Lu Yi seriously.

Isn't it true that today, on Bai Lu's day, she can already wear the imperial robes of a super-quality duchess and parade through the streets, making the group of "girlfriends" and little bitches around her envious?

Bai Lu's body swayed again and again. The long-legged girl sitting next to her narrowed her eyes, grabbed her belt and pushed her back to her seat: "Cousin, why are you daydreaming? Sit down and see how good poems our newly promoted 'gong', who enjoys the royal family's title ceremony, can write."

The long-legged girl smiled like a flower and even generously cast a glance at Lu Yi.

Bai Lu's body shivered again.

Lu Yi was granted the title of Duke, and enjoyed the ceremonial guards accorded to a royal family member.

It can be seen that Lu Yijian was in the emperor's favor. He must have received great favor from the emperor to have such an outrageous experience!

Lu Yi smiled and nodded to the long-legged girl.

Isn’t this girl the one who was sitting on the wall of the Bai family, eating melon seeds and watching the fun when Xiong Dingtian attacked him two days ago?

This girl is quite interesting.

Moreover, she is Bai Lu’s cousin?

Lu Yi held the brush in his hand and said in a gentle voice, "What can we do? When we are at home, disasters may come from the sky. Life is full of ups and downs, and that's just like this. The details are related to people's reputation, so I won't go into details here."

'It concerns someone's reputation'!

As soon as these words came out, Bai Lu felt as if she was struck by thunder. She stared at Lu Yu, and her woman's intuition told her - 'Lu Yu knows everything'!

The next moment, she clenched her fists in her sleeves and told herself: "Lu Yi must die."

Lu Yi continued, "In just less than a month, my experience can be described as a storm. The dangers of life, the fickleness of human feelings, and the unpredictability of human nature have really left my heart full of holes."

“So, when you write poems about plum blossoms, you mostly write about its purity, but I only write about its ‘aloofness’!”

Turning around and facing the large paper, Lu Yi dipped a little ink on the inkstone beside him and used the "Slender Gold" style that had never been seen in the Dayin Dynasty. With the iron pen and silver hook, a poem slowly appeared on the large paper.

"This word!" a famous scholar exclaimed in surprise.

"This word!" Several celebrities suddenly took two steps towards Lu Yi, then suddenly realized their position and stopped awkwardly, but their eyes were shining with brilliance, staring straight at the tip of Lu Yi's pen.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely flowers bloom without an owner. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse.

I have no intention of struggling for spring, I just let the flowers be jealous. They fall into the mud and turn into dust, but the fragrance remains the same.

"I have no intention of competing for the spring, I just let the flowers be jealous!" Among the twelve sages, a young man with shabby clothes laughed loudly: "Lu Yu, you take yourself too seriously. Even if you compete for the spring, who can you beat?"

The young man's eyes were red and he stared at Lu Yu with gritted teeth. He was jealous and hated Lu Yu to the core.

This word...

Beat up the twelve people present today.

They knew it well enough that they could not write such words.

Therefore, we can only find fault with him and hold on to a sentence in Lu Yi's work to magnify his shortcomings without limit.

"It can be seen that you are a delusional person!" The young man made a decision arrogantly.

The other eleven wise men nodded one after another: "Yes, he is indeed arrogant and unworthy of being a human being!"

Lu Yi turned around and said to the group of talented people with a smile: "I just turned sixteen this year."

"I have worked hard for Dayin, the Queen Mother, and the Emperor. I have just turned sixteen and I have been awarded a title for my meritorious service!"
"I just turned sixteen, and I have reached the Great Perfection of Tuomai Realm. If you twelve were added together, I could beat you into meat patties with one hand!"

"I just turned sixteen, and I have a lot of poetry and literature in my belly. I can write words with a pen. I think none of you can beat me in calligraphy for the time being."

"I just turned sixteen. With my own merits, I was granted millions of acres of fertile land, thirty thousand households, and a fiefdom of thousands of miles!"

A group of talented people were so embarrassed that their faces turned red and they were speechless.

Lu Yi said leisurely: "I don't fight, just because I want to live a peaceful life. If I want to fight... Haha, I'm lucky. Look, if I fight a little, I will be the Duke of the country. And what about you? I'm afraid you still have to ask your parents for money to go to the brothel on weekdays, right?"

The twelve wise men tightly shut their mouths, their faces pale and unable to speak.

Lu Fu's words were extremely harsh, but they hit the nail on the head and they could not refute them.

Lu Yi laughed again.

With a brush in his hand, he pointed at the group of celebrities, rich girls, and talented people on the top floor of Moyun Tower and laughed loudly, "Seeing you, I suddenly understand the meaning of the word 'clique'."

"I won't say anything unpleasant. If I continue, I'll offend too many people."

"But ask yourself, you came to Moyun Tower today and created such a big scene, even blocking the streets and bridges, forcing the common people to take detours and delaying their livelihoods... Did you come here out of your own will?"

"Bai Lu's marriage is about you!" Lu Yi pointed at the group of celebrities who were serving as judges.

"And you!" Lu Yi pointed at the group of rich young ladies' girlfriends.

"And you!" Lu Yi simply pointed at the twelve talented people.

"How much does it matter?"

"You came here just for fame and profit, you just can't see through it!"

"So, today, while you are writing poems about plum blossoms, I must write about something else." Lu Yi smiled, and used his extremely fluent, even arrogant and domineering 'cursive script' to splash ink on the large paper.

"There are many lovely flowers on land and in water. But I love the lotus because it grows out of the mud without getting stained, washes in the water without getting swayed, is straight inside and outside, has no vines or branches, and its fragrance becomes clearer as it spreads farther away. It stands tall and clean, and can be admired from afar but not played with."

When Lu Yi finished writing, a famous scholar who was acting as a judge suddenly frowned and said, "This poem is wrong, and its meaning is incomplete. Lu Yi, why don't you write the whole text?"

Lu Yu tilted his head, looked at his cursive handwriting on the large paper with great fascination, and said in a gentle voice, "It's right that it's incomplete. I copied this poem. Do you believe it?"

A group of celebrities shook their heads.

Copied?

Whose copy?

This poem, with just the line 'emerging from the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being coquettish', is enough to spread throughout the world.

You said this was copied?

Lu Yi smiled. He looked at Bai Lu, who was sitting over there with a face as pale as a dead person, and shook his head gently.

"After today, I'm afraid that I will be a thorn in the eyes of many people, and everyone will want to eat my flesh and blood." Lu Yi smiled and said, "But even if I compromise, will some people let me go?"

"So, since today is a grand event, I'll let loose a little."

"If you don't act frivolously, you'll be young in vain."

"As for the consequences, my backer is the emperor. In Haojing City, who dares not to give face to the emperor?" Lu Yi laughed strangely.

"So, everyone, the last song today... well, I copied it too!"

Lu Yi wrote very seriously, using the Wei Bei style, writing vigorously on the large paper stroke by stroke.

"Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, why not hum and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect me in the rain.

The chilly spring breeze sobers me up, a little chilly, but the slanting sunlight on the mountaintops greets me. Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear.

Good handwriting.

The words are perfect.

The group of celebrities were like toads struck by lightning. They stood there in a daze and were unable to speak a word.

So uninhibited, so... so...

The famous scholars did not dare to comment on Lu Yi's poem.

Lu Yi dropped his brush, put his hands on his hips, and admired his masterpiece on paper carefully. He said leisurely: "I named these three fonts 'Lu's Thin Gold', 'Lu's Wild Cursive', and 'Lu's Golden Stele'. If you want to imitate them, remember that these three fonts were created by me. Whoever uses them must call me Mr. in the future."

"I copied these three poems, haha, haha, haha!"

Lu Yi took a deep look at the three poems on the white paper, waved his sleeves, turned around and left: "Sister Bai, welcome to my home, hehe."

Lu Yi held his head high and strode down the Mo Yun Tower. He chanted "Ding Feng Bo" loudly, 'Go home, neither wind nor rain nor clear'. His voice was as high-pitched as clouds and could crack metal and stone. Everyone who heard Lu Yi's chanting in the Mo Yun Tower had their hair stand on end and their mouths wide open in shock.

Gradually, scholars on the ice of the canal began to echo each other.

'Who is afraid? A raincoat and a rain hat will protect you for the rest of your life'!

On this day, Lu Yi's "literary works moved the capital of Gaojing". The insults of "traitor to the country" that had been growing louder in recent days were completely suppressed by his three fonts and three poems. No one dared to mention it in public anymore.