NEW FATHER: THE EMPRESS APPEARED AT MY DOOR WITH OUR DAUGHTER
Chapter 17: Build a Statue For Dad!
Mu Youqing then raised his chin and left proudly with Lin Xuan.
Xuan Zhu, who was in Mu Youqing's arms, shook his head and said, "That uncle is very disliked."
Xuan Xi nodded in agreement. "That's right. She's a showy person, and Mom taught us not to be that kind of person.”
Mu Youqing kissed the two girls attentively. “You both are right. I hate people like him too!”
Xuan Han and Xuan You were in Lin Xuan's arms. They raised their little fingers at the same time and pointed towards Lin Xuan.
They said in unison, "Father is the best!"
Mu Youqing chuckled. "You little girl, you're afraid others don't know how good your father is!"
"Of course!"
The four girls nodded proudly.
Their father is the best in the world. Hmph!
He watched as they walked away, and occasional laughter rang out.
Sima Wenyi clenched her fists tightly with a vexed expression.
"Damn it, so Youqing's cousin-in-law is that poet!"
The two people who followed him shook their heads and sighed.
“Judging from Miss Youqing's expression, she admires her cousin-in-law!”
“This is human nature. After all, his cousin-in-law is very handsome and talented.”
"Hmmm!" Sima Wen was furious. “All literary giants will gather at this conference. I want to see how capable his cousin-in-law is!”
With that, he summoned the other two and quickly walked to the top of the mountain.
When Lin Xuan and Mu Youqing brought the children outside the Wenqu Hall, they heard a commotion inside.
Clearly, the majority of the people who attended the meeting were already here.
Before they entered, they saw eleven gold-plated chairs on the highest platform at the end.
Lin Xuan determined that these eleven seats were the eleven most important VIP seats, including those of Jiang Jiubai.
Currently, ten seats were already filled with people.
The remaining ones clearly belonged to Lin Xuan.
As for the discussion in the hall, it was about the remaining seats.
“With the gathering of literary giants, the eleven VIP seats have become even more dazzling. Who can sit in the last seat?”
“I heard that the person who wrote 'Sunset and Lonely Fly.'”
“For this talented person to be able to write such sentimental poems, he does deserve this honor!”
“I'm so envious! If I could sit there, I would wake up from my dream laughing!”
Lin Xuan had just entered when Shangguan Jie rushed over.
Shangguan Jie's face was full of flattery. After cupping his fist at Lin Xuan, he brought him to the VIP seat on the tall platform.
At this moment, everyone's attention was on Lin Xuan.
The white-robed, white-haired old man, Jiang Jiubai, hurriedly came forward and said, “So this is the Empress Husband. You are really handsome!”
After Shangguan Jie's introduction, Jiang Jiubai already knew Lin Xuan's identity.
When he saw Lin Xuan's elegant demeanor, he was filled with admiration. He was like a heavenly being.
Seeing Jiang Jiubai take the lead, the other literary giants, including Shen Yakang, and the leading scholars, also stood up and greeted Lin Xuan.
Although they have a high status in the literary world, they,
Lin Xuan was the empress' husband and wrote the brilliant verse.
His talent and identity were quite high, and it was enough to win the respect of Jiang Jiubai and the others.
The people below the stage also praised him one after another.
“So the one who wrote the poem was the husband of the empress. He's very impressive
“The Queen's husband is very handsome and talented. He's so lucky!”
"I'm so jealous!"
Amidst everyone's praise, as he walked in, he saw his teacher, Shen Yakang, greeting Lin Xuan.
A strong sense of defeat lingered in his heart while erasing his pride.
Lin Xuan's identity, talent, and appearance were the best.
Even his teacher greeted him. He, Sima Wenyi, was not worth mentioning in the same breath as Lin Xuan!
With Lin Xuan around, how could Mu Youqing possibly look at him?
With this thought, Sima Wenyi felt the piece of paper containing the love poem in her hand heat up.
Even if they asked him to take it out now, he wouldn't want to.
Gritting her teeth, Sima Wenyi tore the paper to pieces and turned to leave the hall with a dejected look.
He did not want to stay here and see Lin Xuan shining brilliantly while enjoying being adored by everyone.
At this moment, Lin Xuan had exchanged greetings with Jiang Jiubai and ten other literary figures. Jiang Jiubai and the others returned to their seats.
Lin Xuan was also sitting in his chair.
Fortunately, the chair was big enough for the four girls to sit with him.
Four cute little girls sat in Lin Xuan's arms.
Tens of thousands of people on literary discussions revealed expressions of envy.
This is especially true of some male scholars. They hope to come home soon and have a daughter with their wife and love them.
Xuan Zhu and the other two girls were very pleasant.
Lin Xuan brought four children and such a warm sight almost melted everyone's heart.
While everyone was sighing inwardly, a holy light suddenly lit up.
Behind Lin Xuan and the other VIP seats, a hundred meter tall large statue was born from the light.
He 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 incredible attitude.
With the knowledge given by the Absolute Mystic Sutra, Lin Xuan briefly recognized that this statue was the God of Literature.
Xuan Zhu pointed to the statue and asked, "Dad, is this the God of Literature?"
Lin Xuan revealed a hint of admiration. "You also know the God of Literature?"
"That's right!" Xuanzhu nodded. “Mother taught me.”
Lin Xuan nodded in silence. Xuan Zhu was the child who paid the most attention to etiquette and was also the person who liked literature the most.
Come to think of it, Donghuang Ziyou must have discovered his unique characteristics and thus taught him according to his talents.
“However, Mother only mentioned the God of Literature briefly.”
"I still don't know what kind of person he is!"
Xuanzhu frowned.
Lin Xuan said with a smile, "According to legend, the God of Literature is the fourth star of Big Dipper, the main tertiary star."
“He is responsible for the Academic reputation of the human world, his literary skills, and his official career. She is also very talented and charming.”
Xuan Zhu thought about it for a moment and nodded. "So, he was the grandfather of literature who was changed from Big Dipper."
"You could say so." Lin Xuan felt that Xuan Zhu's comprehension was indeed very high, and he summarized it very well.
Xuan Zhu asked, “Then why did they make a sculpture for him?”
“Of course because they admire and love it.” Lin Xuan smiled and touched Xuan Zhu's small head.
"Oh well." Xuanzhu nodded.
Xuan Xi's eyes widened as she smiled with two adorable dimples.
“Then I have to make a sculpture for Dad.”
Xuan Han raised four fingers. “I want to make four. We will each have one!”
Xuan You shook his head. “Not enough, not enough! I want to make a thousand, ten thousand!”
Xuan Zhu, Xuan Xi, and Xuan Han all revealed shocked expressions.
They said in unison, "Xuan You, if you make so much, what if someone steals it from you?"
Xuan You fell silent.