Chapter 105:


    In Changan City, the lights in the treasury were lit. The patrolling Martial Marquis took to the streets and found that the once tranquil Changan City was filled with houses still illuminated at an hour that should have been quiet.


    Through many windows, silhouettes could be seen swaying, and the murmurs of excited recitations were faintly audible. If someone were to look down from the sky, they would witness the awe-inspiring sight of Changan City glow.


    As the patrolling Martial Marquis reached the road to the princesss mansion, turning the corner, the scene before them left them stunned in ce. The previously wide avenue was almost entirely filled with people shoulder to shoulder.


    In the sea of people, some looked up and sighed. Some sang joyously, while others whispered and shed tears. This eerie scene sent shivers down the spines of the patrolling Martial Marquis.


    A chilling thought struck them all, <em>Have these once polite schrs collectively gone mad?</em>


    Inside the princesss mansion, Su Li had lost count of how many poems he had recited and how much wine he had consumed. However, his robust physical constitution kept his mind incredibly clear. This was supposed to be his final poetry gathering, a nned punctuation mark on his poets career.


    After tonight, no one would dare question his prowess in poetry. He didnt care about the doubts of others, but he couldnt ignore Changles feelings.


    Zhangsun Chong?


    Just a jumping jester, they were never on the same ne.


    Without Changle, he would have annihted the Zhangsun family without hesitation.


    Yang Qingbai, before Su Li, wore aplex expression, a mix of fear and shame, like changing masks. Regardless, Yang Qingbai hadnt budged an inch since the beginning, unable to move his feet.


    He didnt dare to leave!


    He had openly questioned Su Li before, and now he was being proven wrong by poem after poem Su Li presented. If he were to leave in humiliation now, he would have no standing left for himself in Zhangsun Chongs eyes!


    At the same time, he didnt want to!


    Though Yang Qingbai had a dark mindset, he was, after all, a poet at heart. He could discern just how formidable the poems recited by Su Li were. He was aware that the scene unfolding was beyond any known precedent and would remain unmatched in the future.


    Even though he knew that this moment was destined to be a timeless marvel, he would be cast as a viin. Yet, Yang Qingbai was still willing to embrace it. This internal struggle left Yang Qingbai in a state of intense conflict. But his honest body had already given him away!


    Even as Yang Qingbai experienced this, the noblewomen attending the poetry gathering became increasingly emotional. They had never imagined that they would witness such a scene in their lifetimes


    And on this night, they would be driven to poetic frenzy as if possessed!


    Li Xueyan was simrly exhrated. Despite knowing that Su Li had prepared when the moment arrived, she discovered that she had underestimated Su Lis poetic prowess. She couldnt help turning her head, her eyes shining, fixed on Su Lis Changle.


    Li Xueyans expression was aplex blend of intense envy and a touch of lonely solitude. There was a mix of emotions in her gazeintense admiration, envy, and a hint of mncholy.


    She gave Su Li a deep look.


    With a single exhale, he is half of the glorious Tang Tonight, he has singlehandedly illuminated the literary world for almost decades


    Meanwhile, at Zhangsun Chongs, Yang Qingbai hadnt returned yet. The attendees of the poetry gathering were engaged in absent-minded conversations.


    Zhangsun Chong was somewhat annoyed, but he couldnt pinpoint what was wrong. He stared for a good half-hour, only to suddenly see a person rushing in.


    Brother Zhangsun, I received news that Su Li continuouslyposed poems at the Princesss Residence Poetry Gathering and posted them in front of the residences door


    Because he had been rushing, the man breathed heavily, simultaneously pulling out a stack of papers. Zhangsun Chong grabbed it eagerly, lowering his head to read it. He froze in ce.


    The emperor cant get on the boat when he calls The emperor cant get on the boat when he calls


    Witnessing Zhangsun Chongs reaction, the others were confused and puzzled. A schr with a good rtionship with Zhangsun Chong took the stack of papers from his stunned hands.


    Yet, after a nce, the schr also fell into a daze. These two reactions instantly piqued the curiosity of the others. Soon, the stack of dozens of poems copied from the Princesss residence was passed around for everyone to read at the poetry gathering.


    After seeing those poems, everyone had the same reaction as Zhangsun Chong. At that moment, they felt a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been repeatedly pped. These dozen or so poemspletely shattered those who had previously doubted Su Li.


    Su Lis continuous creation of poems is unceasing. The walls in front of the Princess Mansion have long been covered and reced countless times. The schrs copying the poems have written until their wrists are sore, yet they refuse to leave


    The person who came to deliver the poem had a profoundlyplicated expression.


    Soon, his words were confirmed.


    After a while, people who came to deliver poems arrived in an unending stream, forming almost a line. Even if an ordinary person wrote just one in their lifetime, each newlyposed poem would be enough to make them famous for future generations. However, at this moment, these poems were thrown out by Su Li, as if they were cabbages being sold in a marketce.


    What was more terrifying was that he seemed to need no thought whenposing poems of this caliber. The words flowed from him effortlessly as the poems continued toe in. The group of schrs present first felt ashamed, then transitioned into shock, and finally, almost everyone became numb.


    After a long time, a schr put down the paper in his hand and sighed heavily.


    What a line: Springes, I dont speak first, which insect dares to chirp  After tonight, Ill have no face left topose poetry!


    Then, with an ashamed look, he covered his face and left!


    Witnessing this scene, the other schrs felt a sense of regret. Subsequently, more and more people silently left. Seeing this, Zhangsun Chong turned a blind eye.


    At this moment, he held a page of poetry, his gaze heavy. After a while, he suddenlyughed self-mockingly.


    Please go to the Ovend Smoke Pavilion for a while, if a schr ten thousand vassals


    Zhangsun Chongs thoughts were profoundlyplex, and a strong sense of powerlessness rose within him.


    That night, nobody knew how many poems Su Li hadposed. People only knew that on that day, the night in Changan was illuminated by brilliant lights, and nobody slept a wink.