In the corridor behind them, those who had followed along, the people of Muye Manor, including Fourth Miss and her maid in the distant pavilion, were all stirred by these poems and ci. Each recorded them in their own way. There were signs that, by tomorrow at the latest, today's verses would all appear on Muye Manor's Wall of Preserved Poems.
Some even wondered: was Muye Manor using this method to add a Literary Way flavor to the manor?
If so, this move was truly ingenious.
Could they borrow from it?
After returning home, they could also hold a marriage proposal for their own Young Lady, use this same method to draw Literary Prodigies from all under heaven, hold a grand contest, and fill the garden with exquisite poems and ci...
But once they discussed the idea with others, they were met with scorn.
You wish!
Did you think your family's marriage proposal could definitely attract Literary Prodigies?
Muye Manor had strength of its own, which was why it could draw so many Literary Prodigies. Try another family, and the people here would not even deign to participate!
That basin of cold water chilled them from head to toe.
Indeed. A place where Literary Prodigies gathered could clearly become a sacred place of the Literary Way, but it had to possess the capital to attract them.
If Muye Manor were not Muye Manor, if it were not offering a sacred treasure as dowry, how could there be such a grand occasion today?
Thus, the superior attracted the superior. A phoenix did not settle among crows. That was the principle.
When twenty people had completed the assessment, the first small climax arrived...
A poem burst forth from nowhere and shook the entire venue...
"I am a wandering rogue at the ends