Little Lord.

That night, Howell held a small meeting with Maine and Old Lu, with a bird pancake spread beside them.

In Jiang Zhuozhuo's eyes, everyone present was considered his own.

There is no need to maintain your image in front of your own people, it is more comfortable to be a bird pancake!

The theme of this meeting is about Jiang Zhuozhuo's bloodline ability.

With Jiang Zhuozhuo's current strength, theoretically he should not be able to use this ability as freely as Her Majesty the Queen.

In fact, as far as Hoveler knew, when Her Majesty used this ability in that way, it also consumed a lot of her own energy.

At that time, rumors about the decline of Her Majesty the Queen's power were rife, so Her Majesty the Queen had to warn those who were ready to make a move in that way: Even if I am old, it is easy for me to kill a few restless people!
Now that Jiang Zhuozhuo has finished performing his move, it seems like... there is no effect.

Lying down now doesn't count. Even if this didn't happen, she would still be lying down. This is Jiang Zhuozhuo's normal state.

This shows that there is a way to use her abilities without affecting herself.

Maine looked at the bird cake next to him.

Old Lu was the oldest and most knowledgeable person present. He thought for a long time before he started to analyze: "I think it may still be related to her 'inheritance'."

Every phoenix can get its own inheritance when it is in the egg.

For example, Cynthia not only had a natural knowledge of the continent's common knowledge, but also possessed all the skills of an archer.

It’s just that this kind of “inheritance” is like a unique talent that everyone has. Whether or not you have it is one thing, and whether you can bring it into play is another.

Otherwise, the previous princesses would not have been described as “mediocre” by Her Majesty the Queen, their biological mother.

The eldest and second princesses aged before they even lived longer than their mother, and physically withdrew from the fight for the throne.

So now that Jiang Zhuozhuo has revealed the uniqueness of his inheritance, Maine and the others have gathered together to hold a serious meeting to discuss it.

Old Lu looked at Jiang Zhuozhuo and said, "You usually chat with people at the dock a lot, but this situation has never happened before, right?"

When Jiang Zhuozhuo heard Lao Lu asking her a question, she immediately changed from bird biscuit state to small round bird state. She said, "No, absolutely not."

Before this, she had never made so many children cry at the same time.

Jiang Zhuozhuo felt scared when he thought of the situation at that time. You know, normally a child's crying can make a sound like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking.

That's a bunch of cubs crying!

Maine asked, "So what you did today was special."

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't understand what was special about it: "I just taught them to recite poems, very simple ones." She flew up and recited "Quiet Night Thoughts" to Maine and the others to show that what she was reciting was really an introductory poem for kindergarten!

However, when Maine and the other two heard Jiang Zhuozhuo reciting "Quiet Night Thoughts" at close range, they seemed to be drawn into the poem.

Although it was only a very brief experience, the emotion and power contained in the poem infused their consciousness.

For the people present, this gain was not enough to allow them to advance, but it was indeed useful for expanding their spiritual awareness.

Maine said: "That should be the purpose of 'poetry'."

Hoville said: "It is said that your father's ancestors once produced a very famous bard. When she chanted in front of the battle, she could boost morale or confuse the enemy. She was once assassinated because of this ability."

Jiang Zhuozhuo's father was a scholar who often locked himself in a library to read and recite poems.

His attainments in classical Chinese were extremely high. Once, when Her Majesty the Queen needed a batch of documents translated, she sent someone to find him, and gradually they began to have contacts.

Perhaps because the previous imperial husbands were all very strong, Her Majesty the Queen wanted to try a scholar with extraordinary talent.

As a result, the two princesses born from their union had problems.

The scholar returned to the library tower and continued to keep company with his beloved books.

When it comes to taking care of his two daughters, he believes that his subordinates would be more professional than him, because he is a person who only knows how to study and can't even take care of himself well.

Perhaps the reason he and Her Majesty the Queen are currently separated is not only because of the issue of the two children, but also has something to do with his personality.

Although this father can be almost non-existent, some of his ancestors' abilities may have been inherited by Jiang Zhuozhuo.

Jiang Zhuozhuo saw that everyone was looking at him, and after thinking seriously, he spoke: "Next time I return to the imperial capital, should I go to the legendary book tower to visit my father and thank my ancestor for the gift?"

Maine and others: "..."

Maine said, "Of course you should. You must go see him when you return to the imperial capital."

Although the other party did not fulfill his obligation of support, he did divide the monthly salary into two halves, one half to the Eighth Princess and the other half to Jiang Zhuozhuo. It was the type of situation where the person was not there but the money was.

He lived and ate in the library tower and had no expenses at all. It can be said that he did not leave a single copper coin for himself.

Maine stood up and took out a collection of poems, and asked Jiang Zhuozhuo to try to recite a short poem from it.

Jiang Zhuozhuo did as he was told.

But it's of little use.

It is impossible to construct a picture like that in "Quiet Night Thoughts" and it is impossible to let Maine and others enter the "poetic realm".

Maine asked Jiang Zhuozhuo to try to recite another poem.

Jiang Zhuozhuo also recited the poem "You can pick the stars with your hands" that he had remembered during the day.

Just as simple, just as an entry-level poem for kindergarten!

The mountain temple in the poem seemed to appear before Maine and the others again.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.
I dare not speak loudly, for fear of alarming the people in heaven!
When Jiang Zhuozhuo finished reciting, Maine and the other two felt that they were still in the fearful state of being on a "dangerous building".

The feeling of being able to touch the stars with one's hand makes people feel both dangerous and treacherous, yet it makes people want to immerse themselves in it.

Hoville was the first to come to his senses.

His eyes fell on Jiang Zhuozhuo who was standing opposite him. It seemed that Jiang Zhuozhuo was able to mobilize the Phoenix's bloodline ability in advance because of many factors.

However, their brief entry into the "poetic realm" did not bring much benefit to their spiritual awareness - with Jiang Zhuozhuo's current strength, even if he recited the poem to them ten thousand times, he probably would not be able to make them advance on the spot.

It is of great use to the cubs in the Woye Province.

When Jiang Zhuozhuo's spiritual consciousness is improved and she can construct a more powerful and complex "poetic realm", she may become a legendary figure like her father's ancestor!
Jiang Zhuozhuo: =口=
Doesn't that mean she didn't recite enough poems...

If she had known this would happen, she would have memorized all 300 Tang poems!

Who would have thought that I would still need to memorize poems after the college entrance examination!
Maine said to Horville in a serious tone: "You will have to worry about His Highness' safety in the future."

Jiang Zhuozhuo has already demonstrated this ability outside today. If someone has been watching this place, it should not be difficult to find out about this.

What he feared most was that someone would be so cruel as to attack Jiang Zhuozhuo directly.

Hoville nodded: "This is our duty."

Maine looked again at the small round bird that showed no signs of growing phoenix feathers.

The little round bird moved back.

Enough, enough, no more practice, she has already given it her all!
She told Maine a story about "forcing growth by pulling up the seedlings" on the spot and gave him some crazy hints.

I am still Miaomiao!

Maine: .

Maine could only smile and adjourn the meeting.

Jiang Zhuozhuo flew back to read the letters from the public that day.

Considering that the reception room can only receive a limited number of people every day, nowadays people no longer rush to write letters to the lord just to praise the new policies like in the beginning.

Everyone consciously leaves the opportunity to write letters to those who need it more and have more ideas.

Even though these letters now contain fewer compliments, Jiang Zhuozhuo still tries his best to read every letter.

Maybe it was because she had consumed too much mental and physical energy during the day, but she fell asleep on the table after reading the last letter.

Anna skillfully moved the little round bird that was sleeping directly on the letter back to the bed.

Just as I finished my work, I saw a snow-white owl flying in quietly.

If not Maine, then who else could it be?
Maine confirmed that Jiang Zhuozhuo was just asleep and showed no signs of distress due to what happened during the day, so he took away the letters from the public that Jiang Zhuozhuo had read with peace of mind.

……

For Jiang Zhuozhuo, it was just an additional activity of sketching at the dock.

She didn't quite understand why she studied fine arts, but the skill that was useful was reciting ancient poems.

However, Jiang Zhuozhuo felt that whether she could stand on the shoulders of the giant ball and create the so-called "poetic scene" should be related to her artistic foundation, so she still had to practice her painting skills diligently!

Jiang Zhuozhuo himself likes painting very much.

She thinks it is a wonderful thing to be able to preserve some memories with her own brush.

And with this additional item on her schedule, she wakes up a little earlier every day than before.

It seems that the physical training class exercises her body, and painting exercises her spirit!

Grasp both the spirit and the body, and both hands must be strong!

Jiang Zhuozhuo still follows the old rules every day and gives a portrait to the person who can recite a poem first. The recipients are not limited to children - anyway, the spiritual awareness of the people here is all relatively low, and most of them are within the influence of the "poetic realm".

The poem she used was still the "Quiet Night Thoughts" which was once well-known in another world.

There’s an old saying that goes, one trick is enough to get you all!

It doesn’t matter how many poems there are, as long as they are useful!
Everyone was also modest and after listening to the recitation once at close range, they consciously gave up their seats to others.

In fact, not everyone had this awareness at the beginning. Thanks to Qiao Sang, a little discipline committee member, who organized other children to maintain order.

Dutifully kick out anyone who has heard the chanting at close range.

After kicking more often, the people behind you will become more aware of the situation.

Qiao Sang was the first child who could recite "Quiet Night Thoughts". She had a very high level of comprehension and now she has become the leader among the children at the dock.

As Jiang Zhuozhuo's sketching at the dock increased, almost all the birds on the dock could recite "Quiet Night Thoughts".

Birds from other towns began to fly over and try to listen.

Qiao Sang found out that the birds that came were native residents of Woye Province, and arranged their arrival dates according to the distance from home and the first come first served.

Jiang Zhuozhuo looked at the little kid in front of him who was not even as tall as the easel and fell into deep thought.

Even if there is a nine-year compulsory education here, Qiao Sang's age is only enough to go to primary school at most!

Are today’s primary school students so capable?
College student Jiang Zhuozhuo was shocked.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was diligently sketching at the dock that day. He had just finished the last portrait to be presented to the onlookers when he saw a very impressive ship approaching the shore.

Jiang Zhuozhuo happily put away his painting supplies and prepared to stroll over to the Sailors' Market to join in the fun.

As a result, all the crew members who got off the ship were strangers wearing uniform clothes.

Huh?
Jiang Zhuozhuo looked at the person who got off the boat first with a little surprise.

(End of this chapter)