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

Chapter 113 What is pretending to be X? (1)

King Ming was on the stage, seeing Song Lanyi's little expression clearly.

He already wanted to laugh a little.

He thought that Song Lanyi would be dazzled by this great glory, so he couldn't wait to rush forward to take care of this matter.

I didn't expect her to be quite affordable.

It can be regarded as half of an interest-oriented talent.

King Ming coughed lightly, "The so-called competition for literary spirit is to win the talents of the nine states through the competition of essays and poems. Among the cities in the world, except for Shangjing, they will always win the nine fights. If they are better than all the big cities, then they will win the nine fights." .But... if you beat the city of Shangjing, you can monopolize the three battles!"

Song Lanyi thought silently, without saying a word.

Seems to be hesitating.

It's just that King Ming is such a shrewd person, he can see what Song Lanyi is thinking at a glance.

It's nothing more than wanting to wait a little longer to see if there are more benefits.

He clenched his fist lightly, put it on his lips, and hid his smile, as if bewitching, "It is said that if you can win the leader, in addition to being able to get twelve more talents in the city in the next year, the leader himself will also get Dagan Shanhaijing gifted talent."

Song Lanyi's eyes brightened slightly, and he hit a straight ball directly, "Is that a lot of talent?"

King Ming almost laughed out loud.

He knew that Song Lanyi, the big fish, had taken the bait.

In order to let her work sincerely, he lowered his hands from his lips and dropped them to his knees, and saw him sitting there with a golden knife, muttering, "More or less depends on you. How capable you are" , just eat as many bowls of rice as you want."

Song Lanyi likes it!
She made a decisive decision, slapped the table, and said righteously, "I, Song Lanyi, was born in Dingyuan City, and died as a ghost of Dingyuan City! I, Song Lanyi, have a duty to fight for the glory and interests of this city! "

The people present are not fools, they are scholars, there are not many other things, but they have too many minds, as many as briquettes.

At this time, they also noticed a little taste.

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

Even sometimes, down-to-earth... a bit cheap.

It's just that because of their friendship, they all wisely kept their mouths shut and talked about other topics instead.

"Speaking of which, according to the practice of previous years, it should be from east to west, from north to south, that the poems above Mingzhou should be heard in turn. This year has come to this time, but there has never been a poem in the east. Could it be... this poem is not as good as once. gone?"

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

"The youngest left home and the eldest returned, but the local accent has not changed, and the hair on the temples has faded."

"Children who don't know each other, laughing and asking where they come from."

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

The star first changed from dim white light, then to yellow light, until it turned into a touch of green and rich green.

"The star map is verdant, like the thick green leaves of an ancient tree. This is... Poetry Cheng Mingzhou! Even if it can be spread more, it might have the appearance of a town!"

The people in the poetry building looked at the star in the east, although they didn't show it on the face, they were still worried.

Although they knew that Song Lanyi was rich in talent and fame when he was young.

But writing poetry is... really all about inspiration and timing.

If the timing is not right today...it is not impossible for Song Lanyi to be killed in Waterloo.

But this is not something that can be easily said.

For a moment, everyone's secret thoughts were turbulent.

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

Not everyone is hooked.

Creation is always the hardest.

To some extent, Song Lanyi is just a diligent porter, not a creator.

When the eastern city ended its struggle for culture, only three stars lit up on the sky.

Among them, the poem "the local accent does not change the temple hair decline" occupies an absolute advantage.

Next is the western city.

The west is close to the desert, and there are many western Buddhist kingdoms in the desert.

Daqian has always been tolerant and tolerant, and has always treated these different beliefs and cultivation systems.

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

Among them, the one that surprised Song Lanyi the most was one of the songs:
"Everywhere on the way home, head to hometown."

"It's already happening, why wait to think about it."

Song Lanyi doesn't believe in Buddhism, but she has a natural liking for this kind of open-minded and optimistic attitude towards life.

Instead of complaining about the impermanence of the world, it is better to keep your heart.

Sometimes, you think that the so-called wind is blowing and the flags are moving, but it is not the flags moving, but... your heart is moving.

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

At this time, the star map slightly sprinkled starlight, covering Song Lanyi with starlight.

Everyone in the teahouse held their breaths 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 already fled away happily on the road of a reckless man.

They...really, really, don't want to be last again!
Even on the high seat, the seemingly calm Prince Ming slightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand.

Why do people read books?
For power?

For status?

For wealth?

Do not!Sometimes, it's just for one breath!

Especially things like fighting for literary names and being the leader!

Song Lanyi looked at the star map in the night sky, took a deep breath, a ray of light lit up between her brows, she held the big bronzing book in both hands, and circulated her talents.

The turbulent and surging talents flowed into the bronzing book along the meridians of both hands.

"Seldom become famous, known as the Four Heroes, uninhibited in nature, good at Buddhism and Taoism."

"Mr. Zi'an, do you dare to compete for literary fame and win the leader?"

This Mr. Zi'an is none other than the Four Heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo!
A young man who became famous and became an official without being crowned, is especially good at expressing the grievances in his heart with strong emotions and a strong momentum.

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

When Tang Gaozong read his eulogy, the words were beautiful and righteous, and he was overjoyed, calling him a genius of the Tang Dynasty.

however……

Looking at the star map high in the sky, Wang Bo saw a star in the west, engraved with a line of verse, and couldn't help snickering, "Everywhere is the way back, and the head reaches the hometown."

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

"Written name? Leader? It's just flying ashes between the fingers."

Song Lanyi: "..."

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

Just because of this, his arrogant personality deserves to be relegated one after another, and his head was almost beheaded.

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

So, go, Pikachu!

What is pretense?
Others help her pretend, that's the real pretend!
　Today's first update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)