The general's eldest daughter has a spatial ability

When Mo Liuyun saw Madam Xiao looking over, he smiled and nodded at her, indicating that she didn't need to worry. Madam Xiao was completely relieved.

Mo Liuyun said, "Since this is a competition, shouldn't there be referees? How about we elect three referees?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. A competition should have a referee; otherwise, how can the winner be determined?

Nangong Li's clear, cold voice rang out: "I wonder if I am fit to be the judge?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Back in the day, His Highness Prince Pingnan was the foremost of the Ten Great Talents!

Nangong Chun also stated that he would not participate in the competition, but was willing to serve as a referee.

Mo Liuyun frowned. What was going on with these two? There were three referees. If the Azure King was biased towards Mo Zhixia, there would at least be two impartial judges. But who was Nangong Li, and was he good or evil? The key was that she didn't know him well. Who could she turn to for the third one?

Just as Mo Liuyun was pondering, a powerful voice rang out: "How about I serve as the last referee?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the source of the sound!

"It is the Prime Minister!" Everyone stepped forward and bowed.

The Prime Minister smiled and looked at Mo Liuyun: "Miss Mo, I wonder if I am qualified to be the judge?"

Mo Liuyun stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Your Excellency the Prime Minister. As the head of all officials, there is naturally no one more suitable than you!"

"I served in the same court as your father. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Liu!" Liu Cheng said with a smile.

Mo Liuyun readily changed his address to "Uncle Liu".

"Good! Good!" Prime Minister Liu replied happily.

Seeing that the three judges had been selected, everyone became even more excited. It was already a great honor to have three such distinguished people from Beili comment on them. If they won the championship, their status would rise even higher.

Mo Zhixia knew Mo Liuyun's original skill level and was afraid that things might change if she delayed. She was mainly captivated by the crystal ball; a small, lifelike flower bloomed inside its transparent interior. And the jade pendants of the Prince of Pingnan and the Prince of Qing were even more rare!

So she stepped forward and said, "If you're ready, let's begin! Please follow me!"

After saying that, he led everyone to the place where writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones had been set out. There were five or six writing desks not far from the garden, with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones on them!

Mo Liuyun didn't dawdle. He stepped forward, knelt before the table, dipped his brush in ink, and began to write on the paper with fluid, effortless strokes. He finished in one go, completing the task in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, and then put down the brush. He picked up the paper and blew on it.

Mo Liuyun approached the three judges, bowed, and said, "Today is my grandmother's birthday. I am but a humble scholar, and can only offer my humble opinion as a starting point. If my writing is not good, please consider it as a way to entertain my grandmother. I would appreciate your comments."

Prime Minister Liu took the paper handed to him by Mo Liuyun. Without even looking at the poem, he noticed that the characters were vigorous and powerful, penetrating the paper. The strokes were like flowing clouds and water. It was not the small regular script commonly used by young girls, but a style he had never seen before, both grand and delicate.

The three men, Liu Chengxiang, Nangong Chun, and Nangong Li, looked at Mo Liuyun with different expressions.

Prime Minister Liu looked surprised, while Nangong Chun had a complicated and indescribable expression. Nangong Li was wearing a mask, so all that could be seen was the Prince of Pingnan with a smile on his lips!

None of the three spoke immediately, which was interpreted differently by the others: Mo Liuyun's handwriting was so ugly that it left them speechless.

Seeing the expressions on the three people's faces, Mo Zhixia's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down. She had seen the expressions on the faces of the Prince of Qing and the Prince of Pingnan. One looked embarrassed, and the other had a face full of mockery and ridicule. She did not believe that Nangong Li's smile was one of approval; in her eyes, it was nothing but ridicule!

So she stepped forward, smiled and bowed: "I wonder what masterpiece you have created that has so astonished the three judges? Let us admire it!"

"yes"

"Let us admire and observe!"

Prime Minister Liu waved his hand and said to Prince Qing, "Why don't you read it aloud, Your Highness?"

Nangong Chun nodded, his clear voice reaching everyone's ears:

When September 8th of next year arrives, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither.

The fragrance of incense fills Chang'an, and the entire city is adorned with golden armor.

(This poem is from: Author: Huang Chao, Title: Ode to Chrysanthemums After Failing the Imperial Examination)

As the last word of the King of Green fell, the entire arena fell silent!

After a moment of silence, everyone began to whisper among themselves:

"Was this really a poem written by Miss Mo?"

"Is the person who can write such poetry an incompetent fool?"

"If people like this are incompetent fools, then what are we?"

"Is this a way to get the ball rolling? Is this just a brick? Who is worthy of being called the jade?"

"This isn't a pie in the sky to get the ball rolling; it's a slap in the face!"

Mo Zhixia gritted her teeth, momentarily losing control, and screamed, "This is impossible! How could my older sister write such a poem?" After saying that, she realized that her words were too obviously targeted.

She then changed her tune, saying, "I'm not doubting you, elder sister, but you've never had any outstanding poems or songs before. How could you suddenly produce such a masterpiece? Could it be that you have a master guiding you behind the scenes?"

Everyone chimed in:

"Yes"

"How could someone so incompetent suddenly have such a dramatic improvement in writing skills?"

"Could it be that someone else wrote it for him, or that he just memorized it?!"

Looking at everyone's faces, Mo Liuyun was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and looked at everyone: "If you all think so too, then I can redo it. How many poems do you think are needed to prove that it wasn't written by someone else?"

Mo Zhixia said, "In that case, elder sister, please compose two more!" She didn't believe that she had come prepared!

Everyone readily agreed: "No more than three times! Three poems will suffice!"

Prime Minister Liu nodded: "My dear niece, in that case, please compose two more poems to prove your innocence!"

Mo Liuyun bowed and said, "Yes, Uncle Liu."

Mo Liuyun said in a clear voice: "The first song..."

Its blossoms do not bloom among a hundred flowers; its solitary beauty by the sparse fence remains endless.

"I'd rather die fragrant on the branch than be blown away by the north wind!"

After reciting the first poem, Mo Liuyun paused, then reached out and plucked a white chrysanthemum.

He then said, "The second poem..."

I long to climb to a high place, but no one brings me wine.

I fondly recall the chrysanthemums of my old garden, which must be blooming beside the battlefield!

Then the scene went completely silent! Very silent! Utterly silent!

They could hear each other breathing, and even the three referees remained silent. Everyone stared at Mo Liuyun in shock, unable to believe that he had composed two poems in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea! He did it all so effortlessly!

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Good! Good! Good! As expected of my granddaughter Xiao Yi! What a wonderful line: 'Rather die fragrant on the branch than be blown away by the north wind.'"

"What a wonderful line: 'I fondly recall the chrysanthemums of my old garden, which should bloom beside the battlefield!'" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Duke Xiao Yi and his wife striding towards them.

"Father! Mother!"

"Maternal grandfather, maternal grandmother"

The voices of Xiao Shi, Mo Liuyun, and Mo Liujin rang out simultaneously, filled with surprise, as they went to greet Xiao Yichu Shi!

"Oh! Qin'er,"

"My dear grandson, my precious baby"

Mr. and Mrs. Xiao held the hands of the family of three. Madam Chu nodded to the old lady: "Mother-in-law, I am so sorry that something came up on the way and we were delayed. Please don't take offense. This is a congratulatory gift!"

Just as she was about to hand over the gift box to open it, Mo Liuyun reached out and took it, peeked through the crack in the box, and smiled at Old Madam Mo, "Grandmother, this is a gift from my maternal grandmother. You should look at it yourself later."

Having learned from past mistakes, the old lady quickly nodded: "Put it away, put it away!" They couldn't afford to attract any more envy!

Chu looked at Mo Liuyun with slight confusion: It's just a jade ruyi? Why doesn't Yun'er allow it to be opened in public? But she also unconditionally trusted Mo Liuyun and didn't say anything more.

Mo Liuyun secretly put the jade ruyi into her spatial storage and replaced it with a glass marble with a chrysanthemum in the center! Thinking of her father's sacrifices over the years, and the countless acts of filial piety he had shown.

But the old lady never treated her father as well as her second uncle, so Mo Liuyun felt that the old lady was not worthy of owning such a precious thing as the jade ruyi!