Under Meng Changsheng’s lead, Lin Xuan rode the royal carriage into the Imperial City majestically.

On the way, countless people stopped and watched.

Because many people recognized that the carriage in the lead was a carriage specially used by the emperor, they were all guessing.

Who was the big shot in the other carriage that could make the king of Blue Wind Nation personally lead a team to welcome them?

Unlike the passersby outside the palace, the nobles of the Blue Wind Nation knew that Lin Xuan was coming long ago.

Therefore, more than a thousand people were waiting outside the palace gate.

They wanted to see for themselves how elegant and peerless Empress Mystic Ice’s man was.

Those young heiresses guessed that Lin Xuan was definitely a peerless handsome man.

Because of this, they were even more anxious to see how handsome Lin Xuan was.

Soon, as the royal guard of honor slowly walked over, everyone revealed excited expressions.

“The North Mystic Heaven’s Consort is finally going to appear!”

When the convoy stopped, Meng Changsheng got out of the car first and jogged to Lin Xuan’s car to ask him to get out.

This scene stunned everyone present.

However, on second thought, the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort was extremely noble.

It was reasonable even if the king personally served him!

As Lin Xuan brought his daughters out of the car, everyone cried out in shock.

“As I expected, the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort is really elegant!”

“Heavens, he’s so handsome!”

“I’m so envious of Empress Mystic Ice for having such a man!”

Everyone hurriedly went forward and bowed to Lin Xuan.

“Greetings, Consort!”

Lin Xuan nodded at everyone in return.

His polite but elegant manner made everyone praise him again.

Then, Lin Xuan followed Meng Changsheng and a group of royalty into the hall. They gathered and drank happily.

Lin Xuan faced everyone’s toasts with ease and his expression didn’t change even after a few rounds.

The royal family couldn’t help but sigh. “The empress’ husband is really impressive. He’s not drunk even after so many toasts!”

Because the little girls were in a hurry to participate in the temple fair, the gathering quickly ended.

Accompanied by Meng Changsheng and more than ten ministers, Lin Xuan brought his daughters out of the palace and headed for the temple fair.

In the Dragon King Temple on the west side of the palace.

As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people in front of them. Incense was burning and light was dazzling.

There were all sorts of street foods and rides, and it was extremely lively.

Meng Changsheng said, “Our country’s Dragon King Temple Festival is the grandest temple festival in the nearby hundred countries.”

“Not only are there delicacies and entertainment from all over the world gathered here, but there are also all sorts of big shots making an appearance. It’s quite interesting!”

Lin Xuan nodded slightly. “It does seem like what you said.”

Meng Changsheng immediately smiled.

The Consort was clearly praising him for governing the country well, causing the country to be peaceful and prosperous.

To be able to receive the Consort’s affirmation, he felt that he was really very competent as the king!

As Lin Xuan walked into the temple fair, the passers-by at the side took the initiative to make way.

Although Meng Changsheng and the others had changed into casual clothes, that still could not hide their nobility.

As for Lin Xuan, who was surrounded by them, he was like an immortal that no one dared to approach and defile.

As such, although the temple was filled with people, Lin Xuan’s journey was smooth.

“Father, look, there’s an old man sitting on the high platform with his back facing everyone. How interesting!”

Xuan Zhu pointed at a high platform in front of her.

Then, the little girls pulled Lin Xuan over quickly to see what interesting thing had happened.

Lin Xuan saw that the old man on the high platform had his back facing everyone.

In front of him, there was a huge painting of a beautiful woman.

This painting was exquisite and lifelike.

The woman in the painting was like a fairy. She was beautiful and charming!

Han Wenjie, who was beside Meng Changsheng, said, “Madman Du really knows how to join in the fun. He’s really everywhere!”

Xuan Zhu asked curiously, “Grandpa, you know that old man on the high platform?”

Han Wenjie nodded and smiled.

“Of course. His name is Du Lingfeng, and he’s a genius in terms of both poetry and painting!”

“And because he was obsessed with painting and writing poetry his entire life, he was called ‘Madman Du’!”

“Then why is he sitting here with his back facing everyone?” Xuan Xi asked.

Han Wenjie said, “That’s because he painted a beauty that’s unparalleled in the world, but he feels that no beautiful poem is worthy of the beauty in his painting.”

“Therefore, every time our Immeasurable Heaven has a major temple fair, he will appear with this painting and wait for a poem that can match the beauty in his painting.”

“If he couldn’t write it, he wouldn’t look and would even mock them. So all the scholars in the world try to make him turn around to look at them!”

“Oh, then Grandpa Du is really interesting!”

Xuan Zhu and the others immediately looked at Du Lingfeng’s back.

At this moment, a refined and elegant middle-aged man ascended the high platform.

When they saw him appear, the crowd couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

“Hiss! Isn’t this our Immeasurable Heaven’s Poet King, Qi Baihu?”

“Yes, it’s indeed him!”

Under everyone’s gazes, the Poet King, Qi Baihu, didn’t say anything else. He wrote on the table behind Du Lingfeng.

In less than five seconds, he wrote two lines of a poem.

“Your seductive eyes look bashful, and a smile spreads on your red lips.”

When he read these two lines of the poem, the crowd exclaimed in admiration.

“As expected of the Poet King!”

“It’s indeed very impressive to make a peerless beauty appear on paper with just two sentences!”

“Impressive!”

…

Qi Baihu couldn’t help but smile when he heard everyone’s praise.

He was confident that he could impress a lunatic like Du Lingfeng.

Unexpectedly, Du Lingfeng sneered. “The Poet King of this generation is nothing impressive!”

Qi Baihu frowned slightly and said, “Are my two lines unworthy of the beauty you painted?”

Du Lingfeng said without moving,

“The words seductive eyes and red lips only show the appearance of a beauty, but have you written down the temperament and charm of this beauty?”

“You claim to be the Poet King, but you’re so superficial. How disappointing!”

Hearing his words, Qi Baihu couldn’t help but feel angry and ashamed.

Qi Baihu gritted his teeth and sighed before turning to walk down the platform.

Indeed, Du Lingfeng’s evaluation was very objective. He did not showcase about the aura of the beauty in the painting.

Describing her appearance was easy, but expressing the essence of her beauty was difficult.

He had pursued poetry his entire life.

In order to prove his talent, he specially went into seclusion for a year and thought hard about two beautiful poems before coming here.

Unexpectedly, he was still snubbed by Du Lingfeng.

As Qi Baihu left dejectedly, everyone present shook their heads silently.

Ever since Du Lingfeng hung up this painting, there had been countless scholars who had failed in front of him.

Now that even the generation’s Poet King had left so dejectedly, it seemed like it was really difficult for anyone in the world to obtain Du Lingfeng’s recognition!

“Grand Tutor, you’re talented in literature. Why don’t you go up and give it a try?” Meng Changsheng said at this moment.

Han Wenjie hurriedly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“Your Majesty, I’ve already thought of it, but I really can’t think of a sentence that can express the beauty in Du Lingfeng’s painting!”

Xuan Zhu and the others couldn’t help but nod silently. “That’s right. The woman in the painting is very beautiful!”

Xuan You couldn’t help but add, “But she still can’t compare to my mother!”

Meng Changsheng, Han Wenjie, and the others could not help but agree.

“Her Majesty, Empress Mystic Ice, is the number one beauty in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. How can this woman in the painting compare to her?”

Lin Xuan nodded slightly. Donghuang Ziyou’s beauty was indeed unparalleled.

Then, he prepared to bring his daughters somewhere else to play.

At this moment, a white-robed old man walked over and bowed to Lin Xuan. “So you’re here too!”

Han Wenjie looked at the white-robed old man, Wu Caiyong, in shock. “Grand Scholar Wu, why do you call the Consort sir?”

Wu Yongcai was the Chancellor of the Blue Wind Academy in the Blue Wind Nation and was a famous scholar in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

Although Han Wenjie was a grand tutor, he still treated Wu Yongcai as his teacher in terms of literary attainments.

Wu Yongcai smiled and said, “I personally admired the Consort during the literary discussion last time.”

“The Consort is the literary saint respected by our Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. He’s peerless, so he naturally has to be called sir!”

“I see!” Han Wenjie looked enlightened.

Meng Changsheng took the opportunity to say, “Consort, since you’re the current literary saint, you must show some talent for the world to admire!”

Wu Yongcai nodded. “That’s right. There are many scholars watching Du Lingfeng’s painting now.”

“Sir, why don’t you take this opportunity to broaden the horizons of the scholars in the world!”

Han Wenjie and the other ministers also tried their best to persuade Lin Xuan to go on stage.

Seeing this, Xuan Zhu and the others naturally wanted to see their father’s glorious appearance, so they urged Lin Xuan to go on stage quickly.

Being pulled by the four little girls, Lin Xuan could only walk up the stage with a dumbfounded expression.

He casually searched for the Absolute Mystic Sutra and combined it with the beauty in the painting, then wrote two lines of a poem on the paper.