Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

Everyone had been craning their necks and waiting for a long time.

He was overjoyed to see the two finally stop fighting.

"Finally finished!"

"I can only compose a maximum of three poems in an hour at home."

"I observe that these two female rulers are writing without stopping for a moment, demonstrating that their abilities are beyond our reach!"

The maidservants displayed the poems written by the two of them to everyone.

Su Yaoguang, looking determined to win, flicked her fan open again.

Prepare to receive cheers and praise from the crowd.

Looking up, I saw five maids, each holding a piece of paper!

"Five poems. To be able to write five poems in such a short time is truly remarkable."

"Let me see!"

"Spring Walk"

The warm sun dispels the cold fog, and new greenery reflects the blue sky.

A profusion of flowers dazzles the eye, and the spring breeze is as strong as wine.

Spring Scenery

Spring breezes quietly enter the house, and tender buds bloom on the branches.

Fine rain weaves a green curtain, and mountains and rivers are draped in green gauze.

Spring Morning

Birds chirp at dawn, and spring light enters the old house.

The lake ripples with the green willows, and spring's warmth fills the heart.

"Spring Appreciation"

Peach blossoms glow red in the sunlight, and fragrant grasses cover the mountains in lush green.

Spring waters ripple, spring feelings fill the sleeves with breeze.

Springtime Charm

The east wind caresses the green plains, and spring trees are shrouded in light mist.

Springs gush forth, adding to the joy of spring; spring songs resound through the heavens.

Everyone nodded in agreement. "Excellent, excellent poem! This lady is truly learned!"

"You'll definitely rank among the top in the prefectural examination!"

"Yes, yes, all five poems about spring are different, wonderful poems!"

Chen Mingli nodded in approval, "Yes, not bad, not bad!"

His eyes were full of admiration and praise!

Upon hearing Chen Xueshi's affirmation, Su Yaoguang could not hide her pride.

"Our Lady Su is a true talented woman in Jiangnan!"

Comparing him to someone whose name you don't even know is a waste of his talent!

"Hehe, even Scholar Chen has praised Lady Su, the outcome is obvious!"

Meng Xueming and Zhuang Xinyan were both worried for Han Zixuan.

Although Ji Xiao was somewhat flustered at the moment, he still remained firm.

"Heh, don't get too cocky. I haven't even seen my sister Zixuan's yet!"

You'll be very surprised then!

Han Zixuan was arranging the poems she had written one by one in order.

She heard all the praise Su Yaoguang received from the audience!

However, they remained calm and unhurried, and finally arranged the items in the correct order.

Han Zixuan strode forward and began to recite. As soon as she opened her mouth, the maid held up the paper in her hand and raised it high in front of everyone.

Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn; everywhere I hear birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain; I wonder how many flowers have fallen.

On a fine day, I sought out fragrant blossoms by the Sishui River; the boundless scenery was all new at once. I easily recognized the face of the east wind; a myriad of colors, all signifying spring.

Ha, I'm a flower that has been nurtured by thousands of years of Chinese culture.

Let me share a few poems from our ancestors so you can experience the charm of our Chinese nation!

A tall tree, adorned like jade, with ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down. Who could have cut such delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like a pair of scissors.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong; a deep sleep could not dispel the lingering effects of the wine. I asked the person rolling up the curtain, who replied, "The crabapple blossoms are still there." "Do you know? Do you know? It should be that the green leaves are lush and the red flowers are faded."

A few peach blossoms bloom outside the bamboo grove; the ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms. Watercress covers the ground, and reed shoots are short; it's the time when pufferfish are about to swim upstream.

…[This was adapted from Baidu! Please don't criticize!]

When Han Zixuan finished reading the last sentence, the audience fell completely silent!

The people who were just making a ruckus were now dumbfounded.

Chen Mingli's eyes widened in disbelief. "Poetry...Poet Immortal is truly the reincarnation of Poet Immortal!"

"Truly a genius of unparalleled talent."

"This is truly a poetic genius!"

"Never before in history has there been such a fine poem: 'The east wind is easily recognized, for spring is always a riot of colors.'"

"This is a timeless masterpiece! May I ask your esteemed name, Your Majesty?"

I am willing to pay silver to purchase all the poems written by the Lady!

"How about one hundred taels for a single poem?" She could tell this poem was extraordinary and wanted to buy it to treasure!

Soon the others realized what was happening and chimed in, "I'm willing to pay two hundred taels per poem, no, three hundred."

"Your Majesty, whatever amount you are willing to give, I will not back down."

"This is an insult to literature! How can a poem be measured in silver? My lady, I have a piece of calligraphy by Yan Wuzi that we can exchange!"

"Oh, oh, I have some calligraphy by the elegant hermit at home that I can exchange with you, Your Majesty!"

Everyone was wondering what genuine calligraphic works they had at home that could be exchanged for this poem.

Soon, people climbed onto the stage and surrounded Han Zixuan to chat.

This left Han Zixuan feeling helpless; she had underestimated the influence of reading the poems of her ancestors.

Ji Xiao and the other two in the audience were stunned for a long time before they gradually came to their senses after being pushed around.

The most shocked were Zhuang Xinyan and Meng Xueming.

Zhuang Xinyan is confident in her profound knowledge of poetry and is very proud of it.

But after hearing what Han Zixuan said today, she realized how ridiculous she had been.

He even secretly rejoiced in front of others; what a clown!

Ji Xiao didn't think much of it; she just felt that Han Zixuan was stealing the spotlight again.

They quickly stepped forward to block the swarming crowd.

He became a human shield, saying, "Alright, alright, everyone calm down. This is still a poetry gathering!"

After shooing away everyone who came forward, Chen Mingli finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd.

She walked onto the stage, panting, still holding a shoe that had fallen off.

He struggled through the crowd and came to stand in front of Han Zixuan.

When the students saw that it was her, they immediately became much more respectful.

The scene quieted down considerably! After all, this man was a renowned Confucian scholar of our time!

With a kind and benevolent face full of smiles, he said slowly, "May I ask how to address this student?"

The elderly woman, Chen Mingli, worked as an instructor at the official school.

Han Zixuan and Ji Xiao quickly bowed and greeted, "Greetings, Scholar Chen! Your student, Han Zixuan."

"Student Ji Xiao!"

"Hehe, I never expected that this old woman would encounter such a talented person as the Queen at this poetry gathering!"

"Scholar Chen, you flatter me!"

It's all thanks to our ancestors; it really has little to do with me.

Scholar Chen nodded, "Ms. Han is too modest!"

It's truly remarkable that someone with such talent can remain so low-key.

He picked up the papers from the maid's hand with a broad smile, "Every poem you have written today is worthy of being the best poem of the day!"

The old woman had a question: Did the lady have a teacher?

If not, then she'd struck gold! Her face was full of anticipation!

Han Zixuan and Ji Xiao exchanged a glance, not understanding what Scholar Chen meant.

He told the truth: "Scholar Chen's students have teachers!"

The terms "Master" and "Teacher" are not the same. There can be many different "Masters".

A teacher can only be a teacher for a day, and a mother for life!

The high status of the emperor, ruler, parents, and teacher is evident; he had already become a disciple of Lin Moyan when he first entered the Mingjing Hall.

Chen Mingli sighed, his face full of regret!

Unwilling to give up, he asked again, "Who is your teacher?"

She wanted to see who had gotten this incredible luck!

If possible, let's see if we can snatch it!

Lin Moyan, far away in Mingxi, sneezed loudly.

Who is talking about me behind my back?

Han Zixuan spoke calmly, "My master is Lin Moyan!"

Chen Mingli froze instantly, wondering if he had misheard. "Who? Who?"

Han Zixuan had no choice but to repeat herself, "Lin Moyan! A scholar who passed the imperial examination in the twentieth year of Fenglin."

"What? Lin Moyan? She, she... how could you become her disciple?"