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

Chapter 112 New Year’s Leader, Struggle for Culture (3)

In the dark night, the faces of those hooded people were either numb, roaring in anger, or opened their empty eye sockets. There were no tears, but they could feel a kind of deep sorrow.

It was ingrained in... despair.

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

However, the final outcome...they could only be slaughtered one by one like silent lambs.

Among the crowd dressed in human skin, a fat headed man with big ears in normal clothes took a step forward, bowed and clasped his fists, and asked the leading man with red dimples in a respectful manner:
"Master Youshen, what time is it tonight, are we going to leave?"

Ye Youshen glanced at the man, and said in a low voice, "Magistrate Qian, don't worry, I have my own discretion when to make a move."

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

His fat body trembled slightly, his waist was bent even lower, and he looked like a dead dog crawling on the ground.

But the people around are all indifferent, as if this scene is commonplace.

Only when they saw the Night God, their eyes became full of enthusiasm.

Ye Youshen watched this scene with satisfaction.

In 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 the smoldering fires are everywhere, but the traitors and sycophants in the court are in power. Today, listening to slander, sending the rough men from the Shuobei frontier defense to our southern border, is it such a thought? Don't you all understand?"

"What is wrong with us? Is it because we have the extraordinary power of the gods that we should bow our heads to the world? We are teachers of justice and justice. If it weren't for this, the mobs in the southern border would rise up sooner or later. The reason why the southern border is still Being able to be peaceful and peaceful is all because of us!"

The 50 or [-] people behind Ye Youshen, when they heard this, they all agreed with each other.

They nodded desperately.

you do not say!

Among them, there are county magistrates and yamen servants.

What is a magistrate?
That's the official parent of the common people!

For the county magistrate, they are the people's food and clothing parents. As parents, how can they treat their children badly?
Ye Youshen watched this scene with satisfaction, and then withdrew his smile, "But——in the mouths of those people, we have become evil people who do all kinds of evil and rely on their own power! What have we done? We haven't done anything!"

His tone suddenly became high-spirited, "What we have done is just to skin those untouchables and cramp them for the sake of divine power. But what is this?"

"As the saying goes, when we become new gods and possess extraordinary power, we are no longer of the same race as these untouchables. They can become god robes and become the power to accompany us—— That! It is their honor!"

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

Everyone was said to be full of excitement.

In the crowd, the yamen servants held up the water and fire sticks that symbolized justice, and shouted, "I am willing!"

Shuobei.

Dingyuan City.

Song Lanyi took over the big man's manuscript and couldn't help being amazed.

This is really a master among the people.

Song Lanyi in the portrait has clear eyes. Compared with her serious and cold state, there is a little girl's bright eyes, kindness, cunning and agility.

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

Seeing Zhu Xulin's excited appearance, Song Lanyi couldn't help raising his expectations.

Zhu Xulin has no shortage of resource teachers since he was a child. Although he is not very reliable in other places, but drawing a picture... Although he may not be proficient, at least he can always catch the eye, right?
Song Lanyi opened the scroll full of expectations, looking at the familiar ink marks on it, he suddenly outlined an unfamiliar face.

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

A bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she walked slowly to Zhu Xulin's side, then... stepped on the back of his shoe, and said through gritted teeth, "Tell me carefully, what is the relationship between me and the person in the painting?" Similarities?"

Zhu Xulin grinned and raised his feet, rubbed the insteps, and said plausibly, "One nose, one mouth, two eyes, two legs, what's wrong with that?"

Song Lanyi chuckled, "Yeah, a bulbous nose, a toad mouth, two squinted eyes, and two bow legs. I'm really curious, how did you manage to avoid all similarities to me, and finally painted this picture?"

Zhu Xulin's mouth went bald, "Isn't this to annoy you?"

Song Lanyi: Smile.Don't get angry with bear kids.

Even if this brat is already an older brat.

After thinking about it, she stepped on Zhu Xulin's instep again, and crushed it by the way.

King Ming sat in the first place, and seeing this scene, instead of being angry, he gloated a little.

It's just that due to his status, he couldn't express it too clearly, 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, so he found a seat and sat down.

Seeing that the scene had calmed down a bit, King Ming relaxed a little after having a drink, and even spoke with a smile on his face.

"This year, who are you ready to recommend to win popularity?"

What is it?

Song Lanyi was stunned.

But I didn't want to, in the next second, most of the scholars in Dingyuan City set their eyes on Song Lanyi.

Besides Song Lanyi, who else here can write poems that are passed down to the world?

no?
So... If she doesn't go, who will go?
There are even people who are eager to try and start to fantasize about the scene where Dingyuan City won the leader during the Kyushu Festival this year.

Song Lanyi felt the eyes of the people around him, as if a wolf saw a sheep.

She said weakly, "What is... Struggle for Wenqi?"

King Ming was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Zhu Xulin with unfriendly eyes, "Is this how you do things for me?"

Zhu Xulin turned his face away, feeling a little guilty, "Your honor often forgets things."

King Ming could simply laugh angrily.

He made a note of Zhu Xulin in his heart, then turned to Song Lanyi, and turned into a pleasant expression again.

"It's been a custom in Dagan since ancient times to compete for literary spirit. Every city in Kyushu will send a person to write a poem. There is no limit to the subject matter of the poem. If it can reach Mingzhou or higher, it will compete again. The final winner , you will get the leader."

Oh.

That's it.

Song Lanyi lacked interest.

Useless things... Why is she wasting her talents and summoning a bronzing book?
　The third update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)