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

Chapter 113 What does it mean to pretend to be X? (1)

Prince Ming was on the stage and saw Song Lanyi's expression clearly.

He already felt like laughing in his heart.

He thought Song Lanyi would be dazzled by this great honor, so he immediately rushed forward and took over this matter.

I didn't expect her to be quite affordable.

He can be regarded as a semi-profit-oriented talent.

King Ming coughed slightly and said, "The so-called fighting for literary energy is to gain the talent of competing for nine states through fighting for essays and poems. Among them, the cities in the world, except for Beijing, will always occupy nine buckets. If you can beat all the big cities, then you will win nine buckets of talent. .But...if we can beat Shangjing City, we can monopolize three battles!"

Song Lanyi thought silently and remained silent.

He seemed to be hesitating.

It's just that Prince Ming was such a shrewd person, he could see what Song Lanyi was thinking at a glance.

I just want to wait a little longer to see if there are any more benefits.

He lightly clenched his fist and put it to his lips, hiding his smile, as if to seduce, "It is said that if you can win the leader, in addition to the twelve more talents in the city next year, the leader himself can also get the Daqian Mountain Sea Mirror. The gift of talent.”

Song Lanyi's eyes brightened slightly and she hit the ball directly, "How talented is that?"

King Ming almost laughed.

He knew that Song Lanyi had taken the bait.

In order to let her work sincerely, he lowered his hand from his lips and dropped it to his knees. He sat there with a golden sword and said in deep thought, "How much or how little depends on you personally. How capable you are." , just eat as much rice as you want.”

Song Lanyi likes this!

She made a prompt decision, slapped the table, and said righteously, "I, Song Lanyi, was born as a person of Dingyuan City, and died as a ghost of Dingyuan City! This kind of matter of competing for glory and benefits for a city, it is my duty to do so!" "

Everyone present is not a fool. They are scholars. They are just as smart as briquettes.

At this time, they also noticed a little smell.

This Song Lanyi... doesn't seem to be as otherworldly as it looks...

Even sometimes, the down-to-earth attitude is so...a bit mean.

However, due to friendship, they all wisely kept silent and turned to other topics.

"Speaking of it, according to the practice in previous years, the poems above Mingzhou should be sounded from east to west, from north to south. At this time this year, there are still no poems in the east. Could it be that... this poem is not as good as the previous one? Already?"

Coincidentally, just as these words fell, Song Lanyi heard an old and trembling voice.

"When I left home when I was young, my boss came back. My local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded."

"Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the visitor is from."

Then, a transparent star map was thrown down from the sky. A star on the east side of the star map shone with different lights out of thin air after reading this poem.

The stars first changed from dim white light, then to yellow light, until they turned into a lush and rich green.

"The star map is green, like the dark green leaves of an ancient tree. This is... a poem that makes Mingzhou! Even if it can be spread more widely, it might even have the appearance of ruling the country!"

The people in the poetry building looked at the star in the east, although they didn't show it on their faces, they still felt a little worried in their hearts.

Although they knew that Song Lanyi was rich, talented and famous at a young age.

But writing poetry... really depends on inspiration and timing.

If the timing is wrong today... it is not impossible for Song Lanyi to suffer a tragic fate.

But this cannot be said easily.

For a moment, everyone's thoughts were in turmoil secretly.

For the next period of time, there was still no sound from the east, so no star on the sky map lit up.

Not everyone is cheating.

Creation is always the most difficult.

And to a certain extent, Song Lanyi is just a diligent porter, not a creator.

When the battle for Wenqi in the eastern city ended, only three stars on the sky could barely shine.

Among them, the poem "The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has declined" occupies an absolute advantage.

Next is the Western City.

The west is close to the desert, and there are many Western Buddhist countries in the desert.

Daqian has always been tolerant of all rivers and treated these different beliefs and cultivation systems with a tolerant attitude.

Therefore, there are many monks in the cities on the west side.

Among them, the song that amazed Song Lanyi the most was one of them:

"Everywhere we find our way back, we reach our hometown first and foremost."

"It's already done, so why bother thinking about it."

Song Lanyi does not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but she has a natural affinity for this open-minded and optimistic attitude towards life.

Instead of complaining about the unpredictable world, it is better to stay true to your heart.

Sometimes, what you think is the so-called flags blowing in the wind is actually not the flags moving, but... your heart is moving.

When two stars lit up on the star map in the west, Song Lanyi took a breath and looked up into the sky.

At this time, the star map slightly shed starlight, shrouding Song Lanyi alone.

Everyone in the teahouse held their breath and concentrated, not even daring to take a breath.

There is no other reason. The former Dingyuan City, under the leadership of King Ming, has walked away happily on the road of reckless men.

They...really, really don't want to be in last place anymore!

Even Prince Ming, who seemed calm on the high seat, slightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand.

Why do people study?

For power?

For status?

For wealth?

No! Sometimes, just for a breath!

Especially competing for literary fame and leadership!

Song Lanyi looked at the star map in the night sky, took a deep breath, and a light lit up between her eyebrows. She held up the big gilded book with both hands and circulated the talent in her body.

The surging talents like a vast ocean flowed along the meridians of both hands and merged into the gilded book.

"He rarely becomes famous, but is known as one of the four heroes. He is unruly in nature and loves Buddhism."

"Mr. Zian, do you dare to compete for literary fame and win the first place?"

This Mr. An is none other than the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo!

He became famous at a young age and became an official before he was crowned. He is particularly good at expressing the injustices in his heart with strong emotions and powerful momentum.

He wrote many poems and essays throughout his life, among which "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is the most famous.

At that time, Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty read his eulogy and found it beautiful and powerful. He was overjoyed and called him a genius of the Tang Dynasty.

However……

Wang Bo looked at the star map high in the sky and saw a star in the west with a line of verse engraved on it. He couldn't help but sneer, "Everywhere you find your way back, you will reach your hometown first and foremost."

"Oh, the poem is really good, but it's a pity...not as good as mine!"

"The literary name? Leader? It's just ashes between the fingers."

Song Lanyi: "..."

Therefore, there is a reason why she summoned Wang Bo now.

Because of his arrogant and arrogant character, he deserved to be demoted one after another, and even almost had his head chopped off.

Song Lanyi's smile was still bright, "Today's leader does not belong to me, but to you."

So, go ahead, Pikachu!

What's the point of pretending?

If someone else helps her show off, that’s when she really shows off!

Today's first update

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