I Become A Saint By Studying

"This is?"

"Shadowless Beast, it turns out to be the Shadowless Beast, the so-called Saint's mount, and it's a rank eight..."

"Who is here? No one went up to him... Oh, it's the holy son Li Xiyang, that's okay!"

The literati in Yueyang Tower recognized Li Xiyang, and they all fell silent.

Many literati who are familiar with Li Xiyang intentionally raised their voices, "Brother Li..."

They got their wish and got envious eyes from others.

...

At the foot of Yueyang Tower.

"What kind of Demonic Beasts are these? Emperor Dayan's travels are not as high-profile as him..." Lin Yi was a little curious about the two Demonic Beasts.

Can you get it here?

Otherwise, every time you go out, you will have to use the fourth rank gentleman around you to use the word method to increase the carriage, and the price is that the other party will be easily squeezed dry.

More and more literati and bachelors came to participate in the literary fair.

Lin Yi was overwhelmed, so he waved for many dragon guards and imperial guards to help collect money and send reports.

The literati and bachelors who came later, seeing that it was Long Wei and the imperial guards sitting at the entrance, thought that this must be purchased, and cursed after paying.

But after seeing His Majesty's signature, it was really sweet to turn around.

...

Shortly after.

More than a dozen weekly newspaper editors, including Zhang Sun Ce, changed into plain clothes one by one. When they saw His Royal Highness Lin Yi, they wanted to go over to say hello.

But Lin Yi stopped them with a look and told them to climb the mountain quickly.

The latter female editors stuck out their tongues and left reluctantly.

'It's not a big problem for the Dragon Guards and the Forbidden Army to help, but it's not good for them to come to help and be targeted...'

Lin Yi didn't want them to have an accident.

He himself is not afraid.

At this time.

A tall and thin old man in a white Confucian robe appeared in front of Lin Yi and said with a light smile, "Two copies!"

Behind him is a young man who is none other than Tanghu, the little painting saint of the Eight Great Talents in the capital.

Lin Yi recognized Li Mo Bai and saluted, "Master Li."

"Haha, you Jieyuan, the capital, why are you arranged here? Go, go up to participate in the literary meeting, maybe you will be able to write like a fountain!"

Li Mo Bai looked at Lin Yi with a smile.

Although he wanted Lin Yi to write him a famous poem like Fu Yuheng's, he knew he couldn't rush it, but Wenhui was an opportunity.

"Master Li will go first, and the students will go up after they finish their work." Lin Yi replied.

"Okay, after all, this is also an errand!"

Li Mo Bai nodded, turned his head and said to the indifferent Tang Hu, "What are you doing in a daze? Twenty taels of silver."

"Yes!"

Tang Hu handed Lin Yi twenty taels of silver expressionlessly.

"Lin Jieyuan, the old man is waiting for you at Yueyang Tower. Today's capital is full of talented people. This is a good opportunity to become famous in the world. You must seize it."

Li Mo Bai climbed the mountain with his hands behind his back, and subconsciously took out the weekly newspaper to read it twice. His whole body trembled, and he blurted out, "What is the imperial court doing?"

Declare war on the Holy Court?

...

Lin Yi was at the foot of Yueyang Tower, except for those strong men who pretended to be beeping, no one escaped the fate of being slaughtered.

But they all felt that the cutting was good.

During this time.

Lin Yi saw many old acquaintances, such as Li Wenbo from Acting Online, Zhong Zizheng, the fifth saint, Fu Yuheng, the dean of the Superintendent Academy, Fang Qingxue, a bachelor of the Holy Academy, Zhao Tai, the conductor of Longwei, and others...

boom!

boom!

At this time, there was a dull drum sound from Yueyang Mountain.

"The literary meeting has begun!"

"Go, go!"

Many literati and bachelors who arrived late hurried up the mountain when they saw the drums beating at the beginning of the literary meeting.

They rushed up one by one, and threw the money directly into the carriage behind Lin Yi, and didn't take the weekly newspaper.

'They thought that ten taels of silver was the ticket price for the Wenhui, and Dayan really was rich and the rich died, and the poor died of the poor...'

Lin Yi muttered.

Then he found that there were not many weekly newspapers left, and all those who were supposed to go up the mountain had gone up the mountain.

Looking back at the mountain of silver piled up in and beside the carriage, Lin Yi was stunned, "I can't fit it..."

In the end, he asked Long Weiduo to get a box for silver and a carriage for pulling goods before packing them all up.

'The rest of the weekly papers...'

Lin Yi looked at those old folks who hadn't sold anything in the cold wind on Mount Yueyang.

Sighed lightly.

He took some broken silver and walked over with the remaining hundreds of weekly newspapers.

"I want all the sugar, Calabash, here are a few taels of money, but you have to help me send these weekly newspapers back to your neighbors..."

In the same way, Lin Yi helped all the old people around who were begging for life.

This is not a simple charity, but a meeting, and it is a helping hand, but Lin Yi does not want to trample on the dignity of these old people.

Ask them to help distribute the weekly newspaper.

It can be regarded as telling them that this is not a cheap food, but a reward for paying, so you can accept it with confidence.

"Thank you son, son benevolence, I kneel down for you..."

Lin Yi stopped with a smile.

...

After Lin Yi was done with everything, he asked the Zhoubao forbidden army and Longwei Qianhu to escort Yinzi back to the official residence of Dayan Weekly.

Huh~

Lin Yi heaved a sigh of relief, more than five hundred thousand taels of silver, the cost of movable type plates and type models can be regarded as recovered.

"Wen Hui, Dayan Tianjiao gathers, it is a good place to find talents, but literati are the most proud, if you want to tame them, you have to show enough skills... Coincidentally, my skill is to carry..."

Lin Yi smiled.

He has unique conditions to succeed the Secret Technique.

"Is there a weekly newspaper?"

At this moment, a deep and deep voice sounded, Lin Yi's heart trembled, he turned his head abruptly, and saw the Dayan Emperor Lin Yunhong in ordinary clothes, Prince Teng and the chief inspector of ceremonies, Mei Zheren, smiling looking at him.

"Father!"

Lin Yi bowed and saluted, and immediately looked at Prince Teng who was smiling at him. Lin Yi said kindly, "I've seen the emperor!"

"Eunuch Mei!"

King Teng quickly helped Lin Yi up, and said distressedly, "I haven't seen you for a while, nephew, you've lost weight..."

Lin Yunhong squinted at King Teng, and said, "Lin Yi, he hasn't rested all day, can he not lose weight? From now on, you, the emperor uncle, will help you a lot."

"Your Majesty, do you need to say more?" King Teng's eyes widened.

Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and said, "Just now I saw it with King Teng and Mei Zheren. You are a good boy, but you are too kind. I'm afraid you will suffer from it..."

"My ministers are just helping them as much as they can, with a sense of propriety in mind, the old and the weak, women and children need help, and those young and middle-aged...just show the way."

Lin Yi has his own sense of proportion in doing things, and he is not abusing good people.

"I really want to call Su Huaizhi to the capital and let him teach Cong'er and chess. He has taught me a good emperor!"

Lin Yunhong was very pleased, he raised his head to look at Yueyang Mountain, and said with a light smile, "Come on, let's go and have a look at the literary meeting held by Cong'er and the prince of the Duke's Mansion, how it looks like!"

Every time a literary conference is held, it is when talents in the capital surface. How many can be caught by the imperial court depends on the technique and speed.

That is, the benefits are not many...

Lin Yi followed Lin Yunhong and walked side by side with King Teng. King Teng couldn't help but said, "Nephew, you should also perform well at the literary meeting. The bigger the movement, the more confident your majesty will be at the grand court meeting tomorrow."

Lin Yi froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Then you have to be prepared, Uncle Emperor."

"What preparations will Uncle Huang make? Uncle Huang ordered to use big swords..." King Teng was stunned for a moment.

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It's really not in the water, please believe that every paragraph I write is paving the way for the following plots and pulling out more exciting plots.