We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Xiahou Zi'an, like a torn sack, drifted away and fainted on the flower stand.

His eyes were tightly closed, there was a little white foam at the corner of his lips, and his right hand was covering his heart. At this moment, his little heart was throbbing with pain.

This change happened too quickly and too suddenly, and a group of people in the audience rushed forward in a hurry.

The manager of the library was also busy asking people to find a doctor, while the rest of the waiters were handing out water or pinching the Ren Zhong acupoint.

Book Pavilion Manager: Oh my God, this guy can’t die here, it would be too damn damaging to our reputation.

"Brother Zi'an, what's wrong with you? Wake up."

"Maybe he's sick. Find a doctor for him right away. Oh, the book room manager has sent someone."

"I'm afraid it's too late. Look, the pupils are a little dilated."

The crowds of onlookers offered suggestions and ideas, all wanting to bring this "genius" back. It would be a shame for him to die just after writing such a masterpiece.

"Make way, let me take a look. I have studied the art of Qihuang for a few years, so I know a little bit."

The person who spoke was an elegant middle-aged scholar in his 30s.

When everyone heard that he knew medical skills, they hurriedly made way for him.

The man didn't hesitate and walked up to Xiahou Zian and took his pulse.

"Brother, how are you?"

The scholar frowned slightly, "From the pulse, Brother Zi'an is fine. Well, just take more rest."

Xiahou Zi'an felt as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away. He felt a sharp pain for a moment, and it seemed as if something was missing from his brain, heart, and spine.

He raised his eyelids and through the slits of his eyes saw various heads surrounding him.

"Brother Zi'an, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Yes! Brother Zi'an, you fainted all of a sudden. We were scared to death."

Xiahou Zian sat up straight, confused. He stretched his limbs and took a deep breath. Except for feeling a little weak, he felt no different from usual.

He gave a dry laugh, "Uh...thank you all for your concern. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night. I just need to take a rest. I just need to take a rest."

"That's good." The book room manager stepped forward and helped him up personally, "Master Xiahou is very talented, and what you just did is truly unprecedented.

If anything happens, it will be a loss to the court. I am just a small library and cannot afford it.

Mr. Xiahou, our shop will send someone to take you back right away. This is an excellent piece of work. We would like to include it in our latest collection of poems. I will give you a reward for your contribution. I will discuss this with you in detail later.

Here is an old mountain ginseng, more than a hundred years old, you should accept it with pleasure, to replenish your body and make up for the insufficiency of the store."

As soon as the steward finished speaking, a waiter presented an exquisite dark red brocade box, and outside the door, the carriage and horses had already been harnessed, waiting for Xiahou Zian to move.

"Yes, Brother Zi'an, take good care of yourself. We are looking forward to enjoying your masterpiece again! It is so well written. May we live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart. Great! Wonderful!"

Speaking of this, Xiahou Zian was no longer sleepy. He put on a modest smile and waved his hand.

"No, no, it was a few days ago when the moon was full, and I was inspired to write this for fun. If you can give me some pointers, I would be very grateful."

His ability to tell lies with his eyes open became more and more perfect. He would claim other people's famous works as his own without the slightest shame.

"Give me advice? Brother Zi'an, you are joking. We dare not. If it is a masterpiece, I am afraid only the gods in heaven can write it. Brother Zi'an is really a banished god. The top three winners next year will definitely be Brother Zi'an."

"Yes, yes, yes. I am also optimistic about Brother Zi'an."

"..."

Xiahou Zian started to get carried away again after hearing a series of flattery. He laughed proudly a few times, pretended to be cool for a while, and then waved goodbye to everyone.

Anyway, he has achieved the purpose of coming here today, and tomorrow, his reputation as a genius will surely reach the emperor.

But as soon as he walked out of the library, his expression changed immediately and he bared his teeth, even though he was chatting and laughing just now.

Fuck, what happened just now? It really hurt to the bone.

Well, I'd better go home and ask my sister to write me a few more poems to surprise these useless people. If you want to snatch the three yuan from me, don't even think about it. No, you can't even think about it.

That's right, his new work was dictated to him by Xiahou Zixuan. He spoke shamelessly, and Su Laohao's famous work became his "new work".

Xiahou Zixuan traveled through time from a thousand years later. Any one of the classic masterpieces collected over five thousand years is enough to defeat all the scholars of this era.

Ever since her last attempt to frame Yun failed and she ended up receiving an imperial decree, Lu Meimei has been feeling more and more unbalanced.

Humph, Yun's bitch only got the imperial edict because she occupied the position of Marquis's wife. If I were in that position, the imperial edict would be mine.

Oh, that’s a second-rank imperial edict. No, it’s mine, mine. I want it all back.

Lu Meimei only thought about Yun's imperial title, but never thought for a second about why Yun got it. She just assumed that she got it because she was the Marquis's wife. She could do it anyway.

Her desire to move into the Marquis's Mansion grew stronger day by day.

Now she also understood that if Xiahou Wenyuan wanted to divorce his wife and marry her, her gentleness alone was not enough. Xiahou Zian had to become outstanding and have great value.

Xiahou Zi'an also knew that although his biological father was a marquis, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children was a stumbling block on his way to the top. Without the status of a legitimate son, it was impossible for him to marry a beautiful, rich and beautiful woman and reach the top of his life.

There is still a little possibility for being a bastard's son, but he, a concubine's son who is not even as good as a bastard's son, can only go to bed. After all, anything can happen in dreams.

In order to obtain the status of the Marquis's legitimate son, he must be valuable. And this value must be so great that his father cannot resist.

The most important thing in Xiahou Wenyuan's mind is to bring glory to the Marquisate and make it the top of the wealthy families in Beijing.

He didn't have the ability to do it, so he could only rely on his son. This was Xiahou Zian's chance.

The mother and son each had their own worries, and the word "worry" was clearly written on their foreheads.

"Tsk, it's just such a trivial matter, and it's already difficult for you two."

Xiahou Zixuan was holding half an apple and biting it, with a look of disdain on his face.

She started talking early, and could speak clearly at just eight months old. Lu Meimei was proud of this.

She believed that a noble lady was different from others and she didn't think there was anything wrong with her daughter.

"What do you have in mind? If you can do it, go ahead." The mother and son asked the time-traveling girl in unison.

"I'll go for it then." Xiahou Zixuan was not willing to be outdone and took a big bite of the apple.

"Winning three prizes in a row is the most important factor to impress my father. Although my brother is known as a genius, the value of his articles is not great enough at present. Only if you produce new masterpieces, your value will make my father do anything.

Perhaps, if I'm lucky, I'll catch the emperor's eye and be chosen as an exception."