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The verses and poems are exquisitely beautiful.

I will write a poem and send it to the Westerners sooner or later.

One advance, one retreat, a different path;

His white hair has always astonished thousands.

"What does this mean? Where's the question?" Everyone looked at Lan Tianxixiang with puzzlement. "The question is right here," Lan Tianxixiang said sarcastically. None of these people could solve the question. If they hadn't even found the question, they couldn't even dream of solving it. Xixiang's smile grew increasingly arrogant. Lan Tian and He Yun were getting increasingly anxious.

"Little bean, you can't solve it either, can you? This Miss Xixiang is truly amazing." Hua Qianmo said deliberately.

"Hua Qianmo, if I solve this, you can be my page for a month, how about that? Otherwise, I'll be your page," Yu Zhou proposed. Hua Qianmo hesitated. Although this little boy was a bit short, his talent was undeniable. She hesitated to agree.

"Hua Qianmo, are you scared now?" Yu Zhou used reverse psychology again. Although it was a cliché, it was always effective.

"Okay, it's a deal." Hua Qianmo gritted his teeth. He couldn't let this little kid look down on him.

“Composing a poem,” Yu Zhou said, enunciating each word clearly.

"What? It's just a poem. Where did the 'fu' come from?" Hua Qianmo said with a smile. But Yu Zhou pointed to the calligraphy on the stage and said, "Actually, this poem is an acrostic. Look at the first character of the first line, the second character of the second line, the third character of the third line, and the fourth character of the fourth line. Put them together and you get the poem."

"Haha, now that the young master has solved my daughter's riddle, come down." Before Hua Qianmo could react, the old man overheard her.

"Can I not go down?" Yu Zhou said, feeling very aggrieved.

"No." They said in unison.

"Young Master, what is your answer—" Lan Tianxi glared fiercely at Yu Zhou, almost biting him. Yu Zhou, who had just come down, looked at Lan Tianxi's fierce appearance, then at the old man who was grinning like a trumpet flower.

"Composing a poem!" Hua Qianmo shouted from upstairs. She had already answered for Yu Zhou.

"Young Master is certain." She spoke each word with such intensity, as if she wanted to devour the universe. Even through the bamboo hat, one could feel Lan Tianxixiang's fury. Yu Zhou subconsciously swallowed and nodded obediently.

"How did you know, young master?" His last hope was that if the little boy in front of him was just guessing, he would still have a sliver of hope.

"Acrostic poem." The more you say, the more mistakes you make; Yu Zhou thinks it's better to say less.

"Alright, young master, please answer the question." What? Yu Zhou felt like he was in a karaoke dictionary.

"Black is not white, not red, not yellow, and certainly not like a fox, cat, or dog; it seems to be neither domestic fowl nor wild beast." Everyone was baffled. What was this? A word puzzle? A couplet?

Yu Zhou's competitive spirit also emerged, and he immediately retorted: "There are poems, there are lyrics, there are Analects, there are vague references to east, west, south, and north. Although it is a short piece, it is a wonderful piece. Miss is talking about a riddle."

"What do you mean?" Lan Tianxixiang's face darkened.

"It's not black, not white, and certainly not red or yellow; it resembles a fox, wolf, cat, or dog. Hidden within is the character 'guess'; the left side, the 'dog' radical, resembles a fox, wolf, cat, or dog, while the right side, 'green,' represents a color, but not black, white, red, or yellow. It's in words, in poems, and in the Analects—it's about losing the cardinal directions. Hidden within is the character 'riddle'; the left side, the 'speech' radical, appears in all four characters of poetry, words, and the Analects, while the right side, 'losing the cardinal directions,' is a riddle, isn't it? So, this couplet together means 'guessing a riddle.'" Yu Zhou said with great interest, never expecting that studying Ji Xiaolan would be so useful.

The voice of "idly watching the wood in the doorway" was already filled with rage.

The joy of "thinking between the heart and the field" made me forget what I was doing.

"Two, three, four, five" are the times to be patient.

"Six, seven, eight, nine, so it turns out Miss is lacking food and clothing, north and south, nothing at all." Yu Zhou was focused on the couplet, unaware that the atmosphere on the arena had already shifted. The five people on Wangjiang Tower each had their own thoughts, staring intently at Yu Zhou.

"You, you brat!" Lan Tianxixiang had been holding back for a long time. Her anger was palpable, her face flushed red.

Seeing that Lan Tianxi was about to have a fit, the old man quickly pulled her up and said to everyone, "That's all for today. I've found my son-in-law."

"What?! Old man, you want me to marry this blond-haired brat? He's barely grown any hair!" Lan Tianxixiang was furious. She was being forced to marry a baby who wasn't even eighteen yet.

"Xiang'er, you said it yourself, are you going to go back on your word?" the old man threatened.

"Hmph, did I say I was going to back out again? But look at his attitude, am I going to marry him to be his wife or his wet nurse!"

"Actually, wet nurses are in high demand right now," Yu Zhou muttered to himself.

"What are you babbling about, you brat? How about I loosen up your muscles for you?" she said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"A gentleman uses words, not fists." Yu Zhou is currently incompetent; if this woman beats him up, he'll be playing cards with the King of Hell.

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a woman~," Lan Tianxixiang said fiercely, quickly getting close to Yu Zhou's face. "You use the Thunder Wind Fist, fast as lightning and swift as the wind, combining strength and gentleness, but you only know three moves," Yu Zhou said quickly.

Lan Tianxixiang stopped, looking incredulous. Almost no one knew about her Thunderwind Fist, yet he could recite its outline. "How do you know about the Thunderwind Fist?"

Although Yu Zhou doesn't know martial arts, he is proficient in all kinds of martial arts in the world. He has the same function as Wang Yuyan and is often called a living encyclopedia of martial arts by Bing Ning and Ying Xue.

[Training Ground]

“Then Miss, please put your fist down.” Yu Zhou pointed to her fist.

"Speak!" This young lady disliked everything else, but she was absolutely obsessed with martial arts... Note that it was martial arts, not dance!

Lan Tianxi lowered her fist. "Xiang'er! Do you know that only Yu Zhou knows the other five moves of the Thunder Wind Fist?" This was pure slander. The old man blinked and drifted towards Yu Zhou.

"Really? You little brat, you know this?" A distrustful look in his eyes. Lan Tianxixiang hadn't expected this sickly boy to know these things.

"Miss Xixiang doesn't trust me at all." Yu Zhou smiled calmly. To be honest, Yu Zhou was only good at theoretical discussions; teaching him was still a problem. But given the current situation, even if he didn't know how, he would still pretend to know.

"Okay, I'll take you as my husband." What?! It's like the sky is about to thunder. She's saying she wants him as her husband. Yu Zhou was speechless with surprise. Isn't this just asking for trouble?

"Miss, I can't hear well, please say it again," Yu Zhou said in a low voice.

"I said, I want to be your wife and breastfeed you!" Lan Tianxixiang roared. Laughter erupted from below the arena. Yu Zhou felt as if he had encountered another Bing Ning.

“No need, I have a wet nurse at home,” Yu Zhou said to Xi Xiang again. She didn’t want to say it, but her mouth was faster than her brain. When Lan Tian Xi Xiang heard Yu Zhou’s words, her face first turned red, then gradually turned from red to purple, and then from purple to black, her fists clenched tightly.