I Become A Saint By Studying

"..."

Yang Zining was silent, shook his head, and said cupped fist, "Senior brother Li, I'm sorry, I'm not as good as Lin Jieyuan in poetry and prose."

Two Mingzhou poems are his limit.

The price is that it may be difficult to breakthrough in the future. The most difficult thing for people to surpass is always themselves.

Since there is no way to surpass Lin Yi, why bother?

"You are the number one scholar Yang Zining, the seventh son of my holy court, are you willing to admit defeat?"

Li Xiyang said in a low voice.

"if not?"

Yang Zining shrugged, first glanced at Lin Yi, then looked at senior brother Li Xiyang, and said, "Could it be that senior brother Li thinks that someone can surpass Lin Jieyuan's three poems and one essay?"

These words seem to be asking Li Xiyang, if you do what you want...

Lin Yi was not in a hurry, he looked around at the literati inside and outside the Yueyang Tower, and said, "I am not targeting everyone present here, but just want to ask, can I take the keynote of this essay first?"

"If not, pretend I didn't ask..."

When Lin Yi said these words, he felt like a villain, worried that if he also met a time traveler...

Tomorrow the Dachao will not only lose face, but also lose face of the father.

Fortunately.

"Lin Jieyuan is well-deserved leader, I respect him!"

"Clothes!"

"Convinced!"

All the literati and scholars spoke one after another to congratulate Lin Yi.

The literary meeting ended before it even started, and everyone's minds are still numb.

Meeting such an evildoer, it seems that the Wenhui was specially opened for him.

wrong.

Since ancient times, did you think that Wenhui was just for those monsters? It's just that everyone will think... that he is that evildoer.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the saint son Li Xiyang, and said, "Many literati and scholars think that the leader is none other than me, Li Shengzi will not be dissatisfied?"

"It's okay if you don't accept it, you come too!"

Li Xiyang was furious. He really thought he didn't dare to burn his lifespan to find the lost masterpiece in the long river of history?

"Of course I have a grand finale..." Lin Yi said with a half-smile.

Li Xiyang's face suddenly changed, thinking he just lost the bet? Win it back next time.

There is no need to sacrifice longevity to do this kind of thing, people should be more generous.

"I take it!"

The holy son Li Xiyang said these words almost through gritted teeth.

Then the whole person almost collapsed.

As proud as he is, he didn't expect to admit defeat to a young man with no background today.

Not reconciled!

"it is good!"

Lin Yi looked around at the literati and bachelors in the audience, and said, "I also ask you to be a witness to me, that the holy beast Li Shengzi belongs to me now."

Li Xiyang "???"

curse?

"Yes, congratulations Lin Jieyuan!"

"What is Lin Jieyuan, it has to be called Lin Kuiyuan!"

The literati and bachelors were also happy to see this kind of good show staged, and they really admired Lin Yi's talent, and they got a lot of benefits.

At this time, it is natural to speak for Lin Yi.

Li Xiyang looked cold, and said, "The Shadowless Beast is a psychic. It will only recognize one master in its life, and it is extremely loyal. My holy son's holy beast has lost to you, but there is no guarantee that it will go with you!"

'Didn't this guy say it earlier? Depend on……'

Lin Yi didn't expect Li Xiyang to keep such a trick, but does it matter?

No!

Because the holy beast is just a lottery, and his purpose is to become famous today.

You don't need to guess and you know how the courtiers will describe today's Wenhui in tomorrow's court meeting.

I'm afraid it can blow him to the sky.

"I won't be too strong for you!" Lin Yi said calmly.

"kindness?"

Li Xiyang frowned, why did he hear a tone in Lin Yi's words that he seemed to despise.

What's the meaning?

Why can't Saint's mount be liked?

Li Xiyang felt that his lungs were about to explode, and he wished he could kill Lin Yi right here.

subsequently.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lin walked to Miss Ningxiang, ready to put away the three poems.

He planned to sell it at Duobao Pavilion in the capital, and use the money he sold to the south for disaster relief.

As early as when he was betting against Li Xiyang, he actually had this idea of ​​making a name for himself first.

Then auction the poems to those rich scholars, and donate the money to the people of Dayan.

Presumably the sages in the previous life knew the original intention of own, so they wouldn't blame him, right?

Miss Ningxiang blushed and said, "After the literary meeting, Mr. Lin, if you have time, you can go to Hongxiufang to find a little girl..."

Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, smelling the body fragrance of Ningxiang girl with the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a little distracted.

Fortunately, he has strong determination, "I'll talk about it later..."

...

at the same time.

Lin Cong, the sixth prince who returned to the Yueyang Tower, said to Zhao Jiashan, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, "Although Lin Jieyuan is a bit crazy, if he is under his command, it will be a good talk."

Zhao Jiashan nodded and said, "His Royal Highness can take Lin Yi and the number one scholar Yang Hui under his command. With the help of this pair of crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, the Prince of Great Evolution..."

"It makes sense, but shouldn't the prince express himself now?"

Lin Cong felt that this matter should not be delayed, and Lin Yi should feel his sincerity.

Zhao Jiashan narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't there several million taels of silver for this literary fair? The original intention was to attract the talents of the capital to come over and win over the team..."

"Why don't you spend a lot of money to buy those three poems by Lin Yi? It not only makes Lin Jieyuan feel His Highness's appreciation for him, but also makes him understand His Highness's sincerity..."

Temporary military advisor Zhao Jiashan found a folding fan from nowhere, and said lightly, "The most important thing is to let other Tianjiao know the truth. Your Highness is a person who cherishes talent."

"At the same time, I also performed well in front of His Majesty."

"good!"

Lin Cong glanced at Zhao Jiashan appreciatively, and said that if he did something, he would do it. Seeing that Lin Jieyuan had packed up his poems, he said loudly, "Lin Jieyuan, can you wait for a while?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Lin Cong, and they thought that the Sixth Prince, who hosted the literary conference, was offering an olive branch to Kui Yuan?

Lin Yi looked at Lin Cong, the sixth son, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"Lin Jieyuan is full of talent, and his three poems and one essay amaze everyone. My prince hosts this essay meeting, aiming to gather the geniuses of the capital, make friends through writing, and at the same time give the talented people of the capital a stage to show their talents."

Lin Yi looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and said, "This prince is a person who loves talents, and he is also keen to collect the poems of talented people, so I want Lin Jieyuan to give up those three poems to this prince..."

'I want to fart! '

When Lin Yi heard Lin Cong's words, he almost couldn't hold back and beat him up.

But Lin Cong's next words made Lin Yi feel that the sixth child is actually not too bad...

"Of course, as a thank you, the prince is also willing to give Lin Jieyuan seven million taels of silver!"

How can a transaction between scholars be called a transaction?

Call it a mutual gift!

Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Cong who was sending charcoal in the snow in astonishment, and thought, "The money from the Duke's mansion really went into the pocket of the emperor? Now the Dayan Weekly will not worry about running out of money..."

Lin Yi fell silent.

He knew the value of authentic works of Mingzhou poems, and a poem in Duobao Pavilion could sell for several million taels of silver.

Although these three poems have been leaked, they are still semi-authentic, plus a Guanzhou poem...

God!

The price is almost seven million taels of silver.

Lin Yi said to the sixth cupped hands, "The student knows that His Highness is also a poet lover, so it's rare that these three poems can catch His Highness's eyes..."

After hesitating for a while, Lin Yi continued with a painful expression, "In that case... then the student will present these three poems to His Highness, as a thank you to His Highness for organizing this literary meeting, so that students can write freely and leave a lasting impression." I wrote a few clumsy works."

"It's really useful, this Lin Yi has already been subdued by half of the prince..."

Lin Cong was overjoyed, and there was a faint smile on his face. His father would definitely appreciate his vision at the court meeting tomorrow.

Know how to retain talent.

At that moment, Lin Cong asked Zhao Jiashan, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, to send down the brocade box containing the gold ticket.

Pay with one hand and deliver with the other.

Although the Duke of the Eight Great Kingdoms felt pain in his heart, it was not a loss considering that it was Prince Chu Lin Cong who took over the leader of the Dayan Wenhui.

After all, even Li Xiyang, the holy son of the Holy Academy, lost to Lin Yi.

Your Majesty will certainly praise them.

So, it's worth the money!