The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 112 The leader of the new year, fighting for literary spirit (3)

In the dark night, the faces on the hoods were either numb, or roaring in anger, or their eyes were open and empty. There were no tears, but a deep sadness could be felt.

It was engraved in my bones... despair.

When the system they believed in could not protect their most basic personal safety, they also prayed to gods and Buddhas.

However, in the end... they can only be slaughtered one by one like the Silent Lambs.

Among the crowd covered in human skin, a man with fat head and big ears in regular clothes took a step forward, bowed and clasped his fists, and in a respectful manner asked the leader with red cheeks:

"Master Youshen, when are we ready to leave tonight?"

Ye Youshen glanced at the man and said softly, "Magistrate Qian, don't worry. I have my own discretion when to take action."

County Magistrate Qian felt the dissatisfaction in Ye Youshen's tone, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

His fat body trembled slightly and he bent even lower, looking like a dead dog lying on the ground.

But everyone around him looked calm, as if this scene was a common occurrence.

Only when they saw the Night Wanderer did their eyes become full of fanaticism.

Ye Youshen looked at this scene with satisfaction.

Under the pale moonlight, he spoke:

"Everyone, tonight will be the first battle of our counterattack! In today's world, the people are in dire straits, and war is everywhere. However, the government is dominated by traitors and sycophants. Today, we listen to the slander and send the rough men from the Shuobei border defense army to our southern border. Is this kind of thinking?

Don’t you still know?”

"What's wrong with us? Just because we have the extraordinary power of gods, should we bow to the secular world? We are teachers of justice. If not, the mob in the south will rise up sooner or later. The reason why the south is still alive

It’s all because of us that we can live in peace and tranquility!”

The forty or fifty people behind Yeyoushen looked like they agreed with it when they heard this.

They nodded vigorously.

you do not say!

Among them were county magistrates and government officials.

What is a county magistrate?

That is the official parent of the people in this place!

For county magistrates, they are the parents who provide food and clothing for the people. As parents, how can they be bad to their children?

Ye Youshen looked at this scene with satisfaction, and then his smile faded, "But - in the mouths of those people, we have become evil people who do all kinds of evil and rely on our own power! What have we done? We have done nothing!"

His tone suddenly became high-spirited, "What we did was just to skin and cramp those untouchables for the sake of divine power. But what does this mean?"

"As the saying goes, one general can make all bones dry. The moment we become new gods and possess extraordinary power, we are no longer the same race as these untouchables. They can become god robes and become the power that accompanies us——

That! It’s their honor!”

"So everyone, we need to resist, resist this unfair world, and resist those traitors! Everything we do is for justice! Are you willing to fight with me?"

Everyone was very excited when he was told.

In the crowd, the government officials held up water and fire sticks symbolizing justice and shouted, "We are willing!"

Shuobei.

Dingyuan City.

Song Lanyi took the manuscript from Da Han and couldn't help but marveled.

This is really a master among the people.

Song Lanyi in the portrait has clear eyes. Compared with her cold and serious state, she has the bright eyes of a girl, a sense of cunning and agility.

Zhu Xulin came over excitedly with the drawing paper, "Song Lanyi, Song Lanyi, look at me! Look at me!"

Seeing Zhu Xulin's excited look, Song Lanyi's expectations could not help but rise.

Zhu Xulin has had no shortage of teachers since he was a child. Although he is not very reliable in other places, when it comes to painting... although he may not be proficient in it, at least he can always catch the eye, right?

Song Lanyi opened the scroll with great anticipation, looked at the familiar ink marks on it, and suddenly sketched an unfamiliar face.

She knew...she shouldn't trust Zhu Xulin...

A bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, she walked to Zhu Xulin's side, and then... stepped on the back of his shoe, gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me carefully, what exactly do I have with the person in the painting?"

Similarities?”

Zhu Xulin grinned and raised his feet, rubbing the instep of his feet, and said plausibly, "One nose, one mouth, two eyes, two legs, is there anything wrong with that?"

Song Lanyi chuckled, "Yeah, a garlic nose, a toad mouth, two squinted eyes, and two bow legs. I'm really curious, how did you do it, avoid all the points that are similar to me, and finally

Did you draw this picture?”

Zhu Xulin suddenly became bald, "Isn't this just to make you angry?"

Song Lanyi: Smile. You can’t be angry with a naughty kid.

Even if this naughty kid is already an older naughty kid.

After thinking about it, she stepped on Zhu Xulin's instep again and crushed him at the same time.

King Ming was sitting in the first place. When he saw this scene, instead of being angry, he felt a little gloating about his misfortune.

But due to his status, he couldn't express himself too obviously, so he could only slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

After visiting the temple fair and seeing the "supernatural powers" of many scholars, Song Lanyi was satisfied and found a seat to sit down.

Seeing that the scene had calmed down a little, Prince Ming's demeanor relaxed slightly after a quick drink, and even what he said was smiling.

"This year, are you ready to nominate someone to compete for literary power?"

What is fighting for literary power?

Song Lanyi looked confused.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, most of the scholars in Dingyuan City would focus on Song Lanyi.

Besides Song Lanyi, who else here can write poems that will be spread throughout the world?

no?

So...if she doesn't go, who will?

There are even people who are eager to give it a try and start imagining the scene when Dingyuan City takes the lead during the Kyushu Festival this year.

Song Lanyi felt that the eyes of the people around her were like a wolf seeing a sheep.

She said weakly, "What is... Zhengwenqi?"

King Ming was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhu Xulin with an evil look, "Is this how you do things for me?"

Zhu Xulin turned his face to one side, feeling a little guilty and said, "Nobles often forget things."

Prince Ming could almost laugh out loud.

He made a note to Zhu Xulin in his mind, then turned to Song Lanyi, and became friendly and cheerful again.

"This competition for literary talent has been a custom in Daqian since ancient times. Each city in Jiuzhou will send one person to write a poem, and the subject of the poem is not limited. If it reaches Mingzhou or above, the competition will be held again. The final winner will be

, you will get the leader."

oh.

That's it.

Song Lanyi was a little uninterested.

It's a useless thing... Why is she wasting her talent and summoning a gold-gilded book?

Third update~

(End of chapter)