The general's eldest daughter has a spatial ability

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang said to Mo Liuyun, "If you want to go up to the third floor, you need to compose a poem. There is a first line on the third floor, but no second line has been composed yet. Young friend, you can compose a poem first!"

"Please give me a question, sir!" Mo Liuyun said.

Mr. Jiang stroked his goatee and said, "Now that autumn has arrived, I would like to invite you, young friend, to compose a poem on the theme of autumn, so that we may enjoy your fine work once more!"

Mo Liuyun said, "Sir, you flatter me. I am unworthy of such praise. Please allow me to consider it!"

Mr. Jiang was so engrossed in stroking his beard and waiting for Mo Liuyun's poem that he forgot to light the incense. Mo Liuyun glanced at the incense burner and couldn't help but say, "Sir, the incense hasn't been lit yet..."

Everyone:......

Mr. Jiang: ...

Lighting incense

Shopkeeper Wang thought to himself: This little girl is quite arrogant. I opened a small door for you, and you blocked it with your own hands!

Mo Liuyun rummaged through the poems about autumn in her mind, selecting the best ones. Everyone watched as she muttered to herself, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking her head, and they couldn't help but worry for her. After about half an incense stick's time, Mo Liuyun smiled and said, "Sir, please enlighten me."

The lotus leaves have withered and no longer hold up the rain.

Even as the chrysanthemums fade, their branches still stand proudly against the frost.

You must remember the good times of the year,

The best time is when oranges are yellow and tangerines are green.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Mr. Jiang clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"Truly a young prodigy! A young prodigy indeed!"

Below, scholars and poets are already reciting the text, afraid they might forget it.

Mr. Jiang then said, "Young friend, I wonder if this poem has any..."

Before Mr. Jiang could finish speaking, Mo Liuyun cupped his hands and said, "I apologize, sir, time is short and I haven't thought of a suitable title for the poem. If you would not mind, would you please name it for me?"

Mo Liuyun internally screamed: "A poem title? That's Su Shi's poem, 'To Liu Jingwen,' and that great man's name is 'To Liu Jingwen'! What am I supposed to say?!" He silently repeated to himself, "Master Su, I'm just borrowing it, not plagiarizing! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

Mr. Jiang was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Excellent! Excellent! I will definitely think about it carefully another day!"

Mo Liuyun glanced at the sky outside and said, "Where is the couplet, sir? May I go and see it?"

Snap! Snap! Snap! Mr. Jiang clapped three times, and then a person pulled on a railing on the third floor, and a couplet about ten feet long was hung down, which read: The sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of reading, all sounds enter the ear.

Mo Liuyun: Holy crap! Holy crap! This! This! This isn't from one of my fellow villagers, is it?! It's like meeting an old friend in a foreign land!

With a trembling hand and an excited heart, Mo Liuyun asked, "Sir, may I ask who composed this couplet?"

Mr. Jiang, however, mistakenly thought that Mo Liuyun couldn't come up with a matching couplet, and comforted him, saying, "It's normal that no one can match it. This couplet has been unmatched for over a year! Even I, an old man, can't..."

“No, I can do it!” Mo Liuyun said.

"It's okay if you're right! What? You're right?!?? Mr. Jiang thought he had misheard!"

Everyone fell silent. What did they just hear? This definitely needs a second line!

Mo Liuyun then said, "Sir, I can match this couplet, but I would like to ask who wrote it and whether they are still alive!"

With a loud "pfft!", Manager Wang choked on his tea again!

Mr. Jiang gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Younian~" This time, Manager Wang sprayed tea onto Mr. Jiang's sleeve. Manager Wang hurriedly came over and took the clean handkerchief handed to him by the waiter. While wiping his sleeve, he said with a smile, "Oh dear, Mr. Jiang, my apologies! My apologies! I'll make you a jar of good wine tonight to apologize. Please don't be angry!"

Shopkeeper Wang: I just couldn't resist! This little girl is hilarious! What will her expression be if she knew this first line of the couplet was written by His Highness? It was a rainy day a year ago when His Highness casually recited it as he passed by the Imperial Study! An Yi found it interesting and wrote it down. Old Master Jiang couldn't come up with a matching line either, so it was put up for the challenge. His Highness was only sixteen, and the little girl asked if he was still alive! I just couldn't help it! Haha…

Mr. Jiang ignored Manager Wang and flicked his sleeves, replying, "Of course he's alive! It's just that a friend of mine happened to pass by the school on a rainy day and was inspired to write this! However, my friend has a special status and likes to travel far, so it's inconvenient to tell you, young friend. If you see him in the future, I will definitely introduce you! I wonder if you could tell me the second line of the couplet?!"

Mo Liuyun was slightly disappointed, but then he thought that as long as he was alive, he could lure him out sooner or later. However, he didn't know if he was friend or foe, and he couldn't easily reveal his identity! Without waiting for further prompting, he said:

First line: The sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of reading—all these sounds enter the ear.

The second line reads: "Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs—I care about everything."

"Wonderful!"

"Absolutely perfect!"

"An absolute masterpiece for all time!"

Mr. Jiang also praised it highly!

Mr. Jiang was now truly impressed with Mo Liuyun. He then waved downstairs and said, "Everyone, quiet down! This young friend has successfully ascended the pavilion today!" He turned around and took a small gold tag from Manager Wang and placed it in front of Mo Liuyun. Mo Liuyun accepted it with both hands and said, "Thank you, sir."

"You earned this yourself through your own ability, no need to thank me!" Mr. Jiang then said, "Please, young friend, come up with a couplet to defend this challenge!"

Mo Liuyun's eyes darted around, and he smiled, saying, "

First line: "A goat climbs a mountain, only to bump into a goat's horn."

Another collective gasp rippled through the crowd downstairs.

"Is this even allowed to live?"

"Yeah, we just solved one, and another one comes along!"

Upstairs, Wushuang recounted what had happened that day and what Mo Liuyun had said. Sure enough, when the master heard the line, "If the seeds are bad, blame the soil for not being fertile," the tips of his ears turned red for a moment, and then he chuckled softly. When asked about her telling the Prince of Qing that her name was Li Dayan, he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh!

An Yi and Wushuang were taken aback: How long has it been since Master laughed so happily?

But Wushuang couldn't understand why a name could be so funny. So she asked, "Master, is Li Dayan really that funny?"

The master raised his hand and gave him a sharp rap on the head: "You can repeat this to An Yi a few more times, and see if he hits you or not. That'll tell you how funny it is!"

An Yi: "What does this have to do with me?"

Wushuang: Let's give it a try! Turns out, I almost died trying!

Wushuang: "Dark One, Li Dayan, Li Dayan, Li Dayan, you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch..."

An Yi: "You're asking for death..." An Yi grabbed Wu Shuang by the neck, pressed him to the ground and rubbed him hard until his eyes rolled back.

Wushuang reached out: "Master, save me, save me... It was you who made me die..."

Nangong Li: ...

There was a knock at the door. An Yi released Wushuang to open it, and three pieces of paper were handed in. One of them contained two poems by Mo Liuyun that day, and the other contained a couplet.

An Yi exclaimed with delight, "Master, you've solved the first line of the couplet!"

Nangong Li looked at the second line of the couplet written by Mo Liuyun, smiled and said, "Not bad, hang it up and inform Wang Younian to increase the stock of all ingredients for the next half month, and transfer some more people from other places to help."

An Yi said, "Master thinks business will be even better after today."

"Okay! Inform Mr. Jiang and Wang Younian that if Miss Mo needs any help in the future, they should lend a hand as much as possible. If there are any decisions you cannot make, you can let me know!"

Wushuang, An Yi: "Yes, Master!"

Wushuang: "Master, shall I continue to protect you secretly?!"

A flash of silver light appeared before him, and Wushuang swiftly grabbed it, quickly stuffing it into his robes: "Thank you for the reward, Master!"

"That was a good joke!"

Wushuang: ...

“If there is a suitable opportunity, you can stay by her side to protect her. She will find out about this surveillance sooner or later,” Nangong Li said.

Wushuang: "Master, are you planning to send me to infiltrate the young lady's inner circle?!"

"It's protection!" An Yi corrected.

Wushuang: "Yes, Master!"

An Yi led Nangong Li away from the third floor to the backyard on the first floor. There was a carriage in the yard, and the two of them got in and drove out of the alley. They arrived at the back door of a pharmacy, knocked on the door, and a two-horse carriage came out. After Nangong Li got in, An Yi drove off!

"Qingyang, let's go back to the manor."

"Yes, master."

The carriage moved slowly forward, and two men on horseback approached. One wore a blue brocade robe, and the other a white brocade robe. They stopped in front of the carriage. The man in the white robe remained silent on his horse, while the man in the blue robe dismounted and bowed to the carriage, saying, "Third Brother, it's been a long time!"

A cold, icy voice came from inside the carriage: "Qingyang!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyang swung his whip, striking the white-robed man's horse with lightning speed. The horse, in pain from the whip, reared up and then fell to the ground. The white-robed man on the horse was caught off guard by Qingyang's sudden attack. Just as the horse was about to fall, the white-robed man turned around, touched the horse's back with his toes, and landed with a quick movement. Before he could even stand up, a gust of wind struck him. The white-robed man couldn't dodge in time and fell to his knees in pain.

"What?! After so long, Fourth Brother hasn't even forgotten the proper etiquette of greeting each other?!" Nangong Li's voice came from the carriage, full of sarcasm.

The man in the blue robe beside the carriage seemed to sense the chilling aura emanating from within. His body turned icy cold, sweat still beading on his forehead, and he silently shrank closer to the carriage. He silently repeated to himself: You can't see me… You can't see me…

"Your Highness, how are you?" The white-robed man's attendant rushed over and helped him up from the ground.

"It's nothing!" He stared fiercely at the carriage, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Fifth brother, are you still not leaving because you want your third brother to treat you to dinner?!" Nangong Li's voice, which sounded like a half-smile, came from inside the carriage.

Hearing this, Nangong Ping felt as if it were heavenly music! "Let's go right away! Third brother, I'm leaving right away!" As he spoke, he quickly took the reins of his horse, leaped onto it in one stride, and shouted as he rode, "Fourth brother, I'll go first, let's meet again next time!" The whip was so fast that it almost left a blur.

"Remember, if you see me in the future, you'd better take a detour. Ever since I became crippled, I hate looking up when I talk to people. Qingyang, go back to the manor!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyang drove the carriage slowly forward from the middle of the road. "Your Highness, look how frightened Prince Qing and Prince Yu are today. They'll probably go back to the palace to complain again!" Qingyang said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Li said, "What's there to be afraid of? Aren't there rumors that after I became crippled, my temperament changed drastically, and I became tyrannical? If I don't make these things happen, how can I face the mother and son's schemes?!"

Looking at the sky from inside Wangjiang Pavilion, Mo Liuyun politely declined the invitations from Manager Wang and Mr. Jiang, saying, "It's getting late, and I have important matters to attend to. Please come another day; it's my treat! Farewell!"

"Take care, young friend." "Please wait!"

Mo Liuyun emerged from Wangjiang Tower, quickly walked to the corner, picked up two pebbles, waited a while, and seeing no one following her, hurried away. After she left, Wushuang jumped down from the tree, still clutching two unconscious men, threw them into a corner, and kicked them twice. She then followed Mo Liuyun back to the General's Mansion.

Mo Liuyun pushed open the wooden door, then hung the lock back on. She pushed open the courtyard gate, where Lian'er was starting a fire. Seeing her return, she happily said, "Miss, you're back."

"Hmm, look what I brought you!" He handed the candied hawthorn to Lian'er, whose eyes lit up.

"Miss, you're so kind. I've never eaten candied hawthorn before!" Lian'er said indistinctly while eating candied hawthorn. "Miss, I have something very important to tell you."