The general's eldest daughter has a spatial ability

Standing not far from Wangjiang Pavilion, looking at the two pavilions, Chunfeng Tower and Wangjiang Tower, which stand facing each other, both bustling with people, a closer look reveals that those entering Chunfeng Tower are either rich or noble, while Wangjiang Tower, in contrast, has not only some wealthy idlers, but also many scholars dressed as gentlemen.

When Mo Liuyun arrived at Wangjiang Pavilion, she realized that Chunfeng Tower across the street was the restaurant where the scumbag had just died. Because she had just revealed herself and walked from the side, and didn't want the scumbag to discover her identity for the time being, she didn't linger and didn't notice the sign.

As soon as he approached Wangjiang Pavilion, the waiter greeted him warmly, "Young master, how many of you are dining? First floor or second floor? Do you have a boarding pass?"

Mo Liuyun replied, "Waiter, this is my first time visiting Wangjiang Pavilion. I heard that one must compose a poem to ascend to the second floor. Is that true?" With that, he tossed a piece of silver to the waiter. The waiter reached out and caught the flying silver, then quickly glanced at Mo Liuyun. Finding that the other party wasn't looking this way, he quickly tossed the silver over, hurriedly caught it with both hands, and then scurried it into his pocket.

Mo Liuyun kept his eyes forward and his steps did not stop, but he took in everything the waiter did out of the corner of his eye. It seemed that this waiter was not simple and his martial arts skills were not weak, but his acting skills were a bit clumsy.

Watching everything unfold from a distance, Wushuang couldn't help but curse inwardly: "That idiot Twenty almost exposed himself for a mere tael of silver. I wonder if Master will send him to the Northwest to eat sand if he finds out!"

The waiter led Mo Liuyun to the counter: "This young master of the shopkeeper's is going to the pavilion."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper put down his brush, looked up at Mo Liuyun, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Young master, to come to the pavilion at such a young age, it seems you are quite accomplished! My apologies! My apologies! May I ask your honorable surname?"

The manager looked to be under thirty. Unlike other restaurant managers who dressed like wealthy men, he was dressed in a dark blue long gown. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a teacher at a school.

Mo Liuyun returned the greeting with a cupped hand and a smile, "Shopkeeper, you're too kind. My surname is Li. I'm young and promising, but I dare not accept such praise. I've read a few books and dared to come and give it a try!"

Shopkeeper: "Of course, of course! Please wait a moment, young master!"

As he spoke, he glanced up and down at Mo Liuyun, his gaze lingering only on her neck for a fleeting moment before he stepped out from behind the counter and walked past her. As he passed by, the shopkeeper sniffed lightly, then a smile played on his lips as he headed upstairs. The second floor, unlike the first, had only a few private rooms occupied, each with maids and servants standing at the door, ready to serve at any moment. He walked in until he reached the innermost room on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in"

The shopkeeper pushed open the door and closed it behind him. He saw a middle-aged man in a gray long robe, around forty years old, and a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old playing chess. The young man was wearing a black brocade robe and a half-silver mask on his face. He held a black chess piece between his fingers, raised his hand to put it down, and did not look up.

"What is it!" The cool voice carried a hint of languor.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master, someone downstairs wishes to come up to the pavilion!"

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, you can go ahead then. I have some things to attend to, so I'll stop here for today. We can discuss things upstairs when I'm done."

Mr. Jiang said, "Then I'll go downstairs first and find my master later." He turned to leave. Noticing the shopkeeper looking at the young man in black with a hesitant expression, he asked, "Old Wang, is there anything else?"

Shopkeeper Wang's lips twitched as he said, "The young master who came to the pavilion today is actually a young lady in disguise. She looks about twelve or thirteen years old. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't quite place her. Would you like to go and meet her, Master?"

"Oh, then I'll go see him!"

Upon hearing this, a man in black appeared, lifted the man in black into a wheelchair, and pushed him to the corner. He turned the vase halfway around, and the wall slowly opened. An Yi pushed Nangong Li inside, rang a bell, and with a metallic scraping sound, the wheelchair slowly rose, reaching the third floor in a moment. An Yi pushed Nangong Li to the outermost private room, opened a half-open window, and had a clear view of the examination platform on the second floor. There, Mr. Jiang and Manager Wang were already at the platform.

"Oh, has anyone come to the pavilion today?"

"Isn't that Mr. Jiang? Look, things are getting interesting today."

"I think that kid is only one or two years old. How many years of schooling has he had? Can he even manage?"

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young. Our Prince Pingnan was able to read at the age of three, master the Four Books and Five Classics at five, compose a poem in seven steps at seven, and lead an army into battle at ten. Isn't he a young hero, a man of extraordinary talent and brilliance!"

This was the first time Mo Liuyun had heard anyone comment on Prince Pingnan, Nangong Li. He wondered what kind of young hero he was back then. In modern times, a ten-year-old still needs parents to pick them up from school! This guy could lead an army in ancient times! The ancients were truly precocious!

"Do you want to die? How dare you speak ill of the Prince of Pingnan?"

A man whispered a reminder, tugging at the man who had spoken. Mo Liuyun, standing at the front of the stage, saw the shopkeeper and a man around forty years old come down. Guessing it was Jiang Xianxian, he bowed respectfully and smiled:

"Mr. Jiang, you are very kind. I have dared to come to your pavilion today. Please, sir, show mercy!"

Mr. Jiang raised his hand and said, "No need for formalities. To be admitted to the pavilion, one must possess genuine talent and learning. Since you, young master, have come to the pavilion, you must be confident. There is no need to belittle yourself! And why should we show any mercy?!"

Mo Liuyun gave an awkward smile and muttered to himself, "I was just being modest. Did you really think I was afraid of you and wanted to pull strings? What an old fogey!"

Seeing Mo Liuyun muttering to himself with his head down, Mr. Jiang asked, "Young Master, is there anything you don't understand about the rules for ascending the pavilion?"

Mo Liuyun, caught red-handed, smiled without the slightest embarrassment and said, "I praise you for your integrity and selflessness, sir. You truly deserve to be a great scholar from a distinguished family!"

"Pfft!" Manager Wang spat out a mouthful of tea! He hurriedly turned around, almost spraying Mr. Jiang, and quickly apologized with a smile, "My apologies! My apologies! The tea was too hot, I choked!" But what he was thinking was: If it weren't for my martial arts training and extraordinary hearing, I would have actually believed it!

Seeing the little girl almost get caught, yet still talking nonsense with a straight face, I found it really quite amusing!

"Are you ready?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"Please give me a question, sir!" Mo Liuyun gestured for him to proceed.

"Linjiang Pavilion stands by the river. Let us compose a poem about the river today! Someone light incense!" Mr. Jiang said, then ordered someone to light incense.

Mo Liuyun thought to himself that this old fogey was really unlovable. His mind raced, his brow furrowed. "Oh dear, there are so many poems! Which great poet's poem best reflects the scene?" The examination platform was also by the window. Looking up, he saw the sun was about to set, its light casting a reddish glow on the river. His brow relaxed, and he bowed to Mr. Jiang, saying:

"Please enlighten me, sir!" he then began to recite:

A setting sun casts its rays across the water, half the river shimmering green, half crimson red.

"Alas, on the night of the third day of the ninth month, the dew was like pearls and the moon like a bow."

After Mo Liuyun finished reciting, all around was silent. Mr. Jiang exclaimed excitedly, "Excellent, excellent poem!"

A round of applause immediately followed.

"What a fine poem! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!"

"What a beautiful scene! The setting sun casts its rays across the water, half of the river shimmering green, half crimson red—is this not the very picture before us?"

"Alas, the night of the third day of the ninth month, is today the third day of the ninth month?"

"Yes! What a fine poem!"

Mo Liuyun silently repeated a few words in his heart: "Great Master Bai (Bai Juyi), I'm just borrowing this, just borrowing it, not plagiarizing, please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

Note: This poem is from Bai Juyi's "Evening River Song".

"May I ask, Mr. Jiang, have I passed this test?"

Mr. Jiang took the poem written by Manager Wang, which was the same one that Mo Liuyun had just recited, and asked, "I wonder if this poem has a title, young friend?!"

Mo Liuyun was embarrassed: Oh my god?! Young master has become friend?! That's too fast! This old fogey changes his tune so quickly!

He replied, "Evening River Chant."

"A good name, a good poem!"

Mr. Jiang then asked, "Young friend, will you continue to the pavilion or give up here?!" Mo Liuyun had no intention of continuing, as his purpose in coming here was only to discuss cooperation and sample dishes. Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from downstairs:

Keep going! Keep it up!

Keep going! Keep it up!

"Congratulations, Master, your space faith value has increased by 10!"

"Congratulations, Master, your space faith value has increased by 5!"

"Congratulations, Master, your space faith value has increased..."

The noisy announcements were giving Mo Liuyun a headache, so she simply turned them off and would watch them again when they ended.

Mo Liuyun felt like he'd searched high and low only to find it unexpectedly, like a pie falling from the sky or stepping in dog poop! This was amazing! He made up his mind: since it could increase his faith points, hehe! He definitely had to continue!

Mo Liuyun waved his hand downstairs: "I'll continue!"

A cheer erupted downstairs.

Looking down at the young man below, An Ye said, "Master, that person looks somewhat familiar. It seems like I've seen him somewhere before."

Don't you think he looks somewhat similar to Xiao Jinhua?

“Xiao San? He does look somewhat like him, but the Xiao family doesn’t have any members of that age.” An Yi thought to himself.

A gust of wind blew by!

An Yi threw a teacup, which the newcomer caught, spun around, and settled into a reclining position on the balconies by the window. He took a sip of tea and said:

"An Yi, you've got a good eye, you know I'm thirsty?"

An Yi gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell? Didn't I tell you to follow Miss Mo? What are you doing here?"

Nangong Li asked the visitor, "Is that Mo Liuyun downstairs?"

The newcomer was none other than Wushuang. Wushuang chuckled, "As expected of a master, you recognized me at a glance, unlike some idiots!"

An Yi: "You're the idiot, your whole family are idiots!"

"Alright, Wushuang, tell me what you've accomplished today!" Nangong Li said.

Wushuang fawned obsequiously, "Master, could I change the mission?! Tracking Miss Mo is a bit too difficult, or perhaps... perhaps..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth: "Could you add some silver?! The main thing is that I think the probability of getting injured while following Miss Mo is quite high. I fell from a tree twice today, tripped and fell, and almost suffered internal injuries!"

"Oh, someone's chasing her, and their martial arts are even better than yours?!" An Yi asked.

"No!" Wushuang said.

"Oh, then tell me what happened that day?" Nangong Li picked up his teacup and took a sip. Seeing this, Wushuang took the teacup and placed it a little further away from her master's hand.

"Wushuang, why are you taking the master's teacup?!" An Yi glared at Wushuang and tried to snatch the teacup away.

Wushuang said, "I'm afraid that if I start talking, Master will choke on his tea!"

Nangong Li chuckled: "Oh, so interesting? Then tell me about it..."