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nMu Youqing then raised her chin and walked away proudly with Lin Xuan.

nXuan Zhu, who was in Mu Youqing’s arms, shook her head and said, “That uncle is very unlikeable.”

nXuan Xi nodded in agreement. “That’s right. He’s a person who likes to show off, and Mother taught us not to be such a person.”

nMu Youqing kissed the two girls dotingly. “You’re both right. I hate people like him too!”

nXuan Han and Xuan You were in Lin Xuan’s arms. They raised their little fingers at the same time and pointed at Lin Xuan.

nThey said in unison, “Daddy is the best!”

nMu Youqing chuckled. “You little girls, you’re afraid that others won’t know how good your daddy is!”

n“Of course!”

nThe four girls nodded proudly.

nTheir father was the best in the world. Hmph!

nHe watched as they walked away, and the occasional laughter could be heard.

nSima Wenyi clenched his fists tightly with a vexed expression.

n“Damn it, so Youqing’s cousin-in-law is that poet!”

nThe two people following him shook their heads and sighed.

n“Judging from Miss Youqing’s expression, she admires her cousin-in-law!”

n“This is human nature. After all, her cousin-in-law is extremely handsome and talented.”

n“Hmph!” Sima Wen was indignant. “All the literary giants will be gathered at this conference. I want to see how capable her cousin-in-law is!”

nWith that, he called the other two and quickly walked to the top of the mountain.

nWhen Lin Xuan and Mu Youqing brought the children to the outside of Wenquxing’s Hall, they heard a commotion inside.

nClearly, the majority of the people attending the meeting were already here.

nBefore they entered, they saw eleven gold-plated seats on the highest platform at the far end.

nLin Xuan determined that these eleven seats were the eleven most important VIP seats, including Jiang Jiubai’s.

nAt this moment, ten of the seats were already filled with people.

nThe remaining one was clearly Lin Xuan’s.

nAs for the discussion in the hall, it was about the remaining seat.

n“With the gathering of the literary giants, the eleven VIP seats are even more dazzling. Who is it that can sit in the last seat?”

n“I heard that it was the person who wrote ‘Sunset and Lonely Fly.'”

n“For this talented person to be able to write such a sentimental verse, he is indeed worthy of this honor!”

n“I’m so envious! If I could sit up there, I would wake up from my dreams laughing!”

nLin Xuan had just walked in when Shangguan Jie hurried over.

nShangguan Jie’s face was full of flattery. After cupping his fists at Lin Xuan, he brought him to the VIP seat on the high platform.

nAt this moment, everyone’s attention was on Lin Xuan.

nThe white haired old man in a white robe, Jiang Jiubai, hurriedly went forward and said, “So this is the Consort. You really are handsome!”

nAfter Shangguan Jie’s introduction, Jiang Jiubai already knew Lin Xuan’s identity.

nWhen he saw Lin Xuan’s elegant bearing, he was filled with admiration. He was like a celestial being.

nSeeing Jiang Jiubai take the lead, the rest of the literary giants, including Shen Yakang, and the leading scholar, also stood up and greeted Lin Xuan.

nAlthough they had a high status in the literary world,

nLin Xuan was both the empress’ husband and wrote that brilliant verse.

nHis talent and identity were sufficiently lofty, and it was sufficient to win Jiang Jiubai and the others’ respect.

nThe people below the stage also praised him one after another.

n“So the person who wrote that verse was the empress’ husband. He’s really impressive

n“The empress’ husband is so handsome and talented. He’s so lucky!”

n“I’m so envious!”

nAmidst everyone’s praises, the moment he stepped in, he saw his teacher, Shen Yakang, greeting Lin Xuan.

nSima Wenyi’s expression instantly darkened.

nA strong sense of defeat lingered in his heart while wiping away his pride.

nLin Xuan’s identity, talent, and looks were all top-notch.

nEven his teacher greeted him. He, Sima Wenyi, was not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Lin Xuan!

nWith Lin Xuan around, how could Mu Youqing look at him?

nWith this thought, Sima Wenyi felt the piece of paper with the love poem in his hand heat up.

nEven if they asked him to take it out now, he would not be willing to.

nGritting his teeth, Sima Wenyi tore the paper into pieces and turned to leave the hall with a dejected look.

nHe didn’t want to stay here and watch Lin Xuan shine brilliantly while enjoying being adored by everyone.

nAt this moment, Lin Xuan had already exchanged greetings with Jiang Jiubai and the other top ten literary figures. Jiang Jiubai and the others returned to their seats.

nLin Xuan also sat in his seat.

nFortunately, the chair was large enough for the four girls to sit with him.

nFour cute little girls sat in Lin Xuan’s arms.

nThe tens of thousands of people at the literary discussion revealed looks of envy.

nThis was especially so for some male scholars. They wished they could immediately go home and have a daughter with their wives and dote on them.

nXuan Zhu and the other two girls were really too likable.

nLin Xuan brought four children and such a warm scene almost melted everyone’s hearts.

nWhile everyone was sighing inwardly, a holy light suddenly lit up.

nBehind Lin Xuan and the others’ VIP seats, a huge statue of a hundred meters tall was born from the light.

nHe was dressed like a scholar in a long robe. He held a pen in his left hand and a book in his right. He looked up at the sky with an extraordinary bearing.

nWith the knowledge given by the Absolute Mystic Sutra, Lin Xuan recognized at a glance that this statue was the Literary God.

nXuan Zhu pointed at the statue and asked, “Father, is this the Literary God?”

nLin Xuan revealed a hint of admiration. “You also know the Literary God?”

n“That’s right!” Xuan Zhu nodded. “Mother taught me.”

nLin Xuan nodded silently. Xuan Zhu was the child who paid the most attention to etiquette and was also the one who liked literature the most.

nCome to think of it, Donghuang Ziyou must have discovered her unique characteristic and thus taught her according to her aptitude.

n“However, Mother only mentioned the Literary God briefly.”

n“I still don’t know what kind of person he is!”

nXuan Zhu frowned.

nLin Xuan said with a smile, “According to the legend, the Literary God is the fourth star of the Big Dipper, the main tertiary star.”

n“He’s in charge of the human world’s KOA reputation, his literary skills, and his official career. He’s also very talented and charming.”

nXuan Zhu thought about it for a moment and nodded. “So, he’s a literary grandpa transformed from the Big Dipper.”

n“You can say that.” Lin Xuan felt that Xuan Zhu’s comprehension was indeed very high, and she summarized it very well.

nXuan Zhu asked, “Then why did they make a statue for him?”

n“Of course it’s because they admire and like him.” Lin Xuan smiled and touched Xuan Zhu’s little head.

n“Oh, okay.” Xuan Zhu nodded.

nXuan Xi’s eyes widened as she smiled with two adorable dimples.

n“Then I have to build a statue for Daddy.”

nXuan Han raised four fingers. “I want to make four. We’ll each have one!”

nXuan You shook her head. “Not enough, not enough! I want to create a thousand, ten thousand!”

nXuan Zhu, Xuan Xi, and Xuan Han all revealed shocked expressions.

nThey said in unison, “Xuan You, if you make so many, what if someone steals them from you?”

nXuan You was speechless.

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