With the Famous Name of the Three Kingdoms

Just when Qin Xiaobai decided to take the shot and win the championship in one fell swoop, he was badly damaged by Jin Sanpeng. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a little money.

The attendees of the Yihongyuan redemption conference are all the officials of the dignitaries, who are willing to be crushed by a weak champion and win the beauty. This is not only a matter of beauty, but also a reputation of Wencai.

If this little student of Li Jia won the Wenkui this time, then what did they become? It is not a stepping stone, so they are very reluctant.

I can't help but they don't have enough texts. I won't think of any good poems for a while, but they are very rich as a dignitary...

So Qin Xiaobai quietly came to a local tyrant and took his shoulders:

"Aside friends, the poetry is going to be cut? It is guaranteed to kill the Li Jia, as long as 998, Ten Niang took home."

The local tyrant is doing this how to make a good poem, very impatient to let him shoot, is trying to drive people away, but after hearing this statement suddenly shocked, hurriedly turned around and said: "You have good poetry? Can sell me ""

In addition to the official power of the fireworks, there are many scholars and literati, but they are not everyone's wealthy, and there are many poor families, to come to the Qinglou to sell poetry and calligraphy, the local tyrants who used Qin Xiaobai as a The class is cold.

"The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting ... cherish the Qin Emperor Hanwu, slightly lose literary talent; Tang Zong Songzu, slightly less coquettish ... all go, a few romantic figures, still look at the present."

Qin Xiaobai immediately took out a poem, Du Shi Niang's time was in the Ming Dynasty, but he did not know which era of the Ming Dynasty, did not dare to use the Ming Dynasty and its previous verses, so he had to put the poems of Taizu Take it out and top it.

Speaking of this local literary literary talent is not high, but also do not know the goods, but fortunately, the ancestors of the ancestors were against the sky, even if the local tyrants who did not know the goods listened, they immediately became overjoyed, sighing poems: "Good poetry, good poetry. How much money was bought?"

"A price of 998." Qin Xiaobai opened the price.

"No problem." The local tyrant is very simple.

"I am talking about silver." Seeing the local tyrants promised so happy, Qin Xiaobai quickly reminded.

"Silver? You dare to tell me silver?" Local tyrants heard this statement immediately anger: "So such a wonderful poem, you only sold 1000 two silver? At least it must be 1000 two gold."

"..." Qin Xiaobai heard the words suddenly vomiting blood, suddenly it was a big local tyrant, and some people could appreciate it five hundred years ago, and it is enough to be grateful to the ancestors.

Looking at the local tyrants' appreciation for Taizu, Qin Xiaobai finally decided to give the local tyrant a face and raise the price to 1000 gold.

1000 two gold, is 100 million yuan, which is equivalent to the price of a large iron ore mine, Qin Xiaobai also instantly became a billionaire worth more than 100 million.

However, when Qin Xiaobai had not had time to get excited, a system prompt came:

“Hey, the system prompts that the player gets money in the copy world, and because of the stability of the currency, the player can only take 10% of the money he gets.”

"I wiped it, the pothole system!" Qin Xiaobai's 100,000 headed beasts rushed past, almost couldn't help but scream, but how can the system be changed?

However, 10% also has 10 million texts. For the current Qin Xiaobai, there are quite a lot. .

So Qin Xiaobai continued his poetry business, and sold more than a dozen poems, almost selling the poems that he could think of after the Ming Dynasty.

It’s just that the verses that follow are obviously not so literary, so they only earned more than 2,000 gold. In total, Qin Xiaobai can take away 30 million yuan of money.

When you move your mouth, you earn a medium-sized iron ore, which makes him earn a lot of money.

At the same time that Qin Xiaobai made small money, the Yihongyuan Wendou Contest was completely lively. More than a dozen poems that were circulated in the world were all amazingly born, and the literary talents were unprecedented.

Even the old bird has doubts whether the Yihongyuan here has become the Hanlin Academy. No, the Hanlin Academy does not have such a straightforward atmosphere.

However, although these verses are shocking and glamorous, the soy sauce poems that have been pressed against Li Jia can't be lifted, but they are all descriptions of scenery, national affairs, heroism, and so on. None of them is a work of the scene.

Therefore, although everyone knows in their hearts, these dozens of poems are all well-received. If you want to choose Wenkui Lijia, you must not be listed.

However, the hearts of the girls in Yihongyuan are still reluctant in Lijia, so the situation has become stalemate.

Seeing that the fire was almost the same, the poems were sold out, so Qin Xiaobai was in the right dress, and now it is his turn to play.

"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sadness to draw a fan."

After losing one hand to the waist, one hand slammed the wine glass, and sighed softly. Qin Xiaobai looked at Xiaoran slowly, and looked at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. He was a melancholic and literary youth.

When the people were deadlocked, Qin Xiaobai appeared so suddenly, and everyone caught the attention of everyone.

The beginning of the poem was not surprising at first, but the more it was recalled, the more it felt like it was resonating.

Qin Xiaobai let them taste a good ~www.readwn.com~ This is a slow shallow drink of bamboo leaves, continue:

"When the leisure changes, but the heart of the people, but the heart of the people is easy to change. Lushan language strikes the second half, tears rain Lin Ling does not complain. He Ru thin Yu Jin Lang, flanked by the wish."

"..." A poem is finished, all the literati in the presence, the official power, the red-sleeved beauty can not help but be one of the quiet.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Although the literati people stood on the enemy side, they could not help but applaud. Li Jia was suddenly decadent.

And those local tyrants who are up to the official powers are screaming in their hearts. This little boy is smashing, leaving the best and most desirable things to the end.

The beauty of the entire Yihong Building was dumped by Qin Xiaobai, and the eyes were filled with red hearts.

The three girls in the box of Qin Xiaobai are even more regretful. They hate that they have eyes and no talents, but they turn a blind eye in front of them.

"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan..." Du Shi Niang's lips are lightly opened, and I read it carefully, and then I can't help but sway my eyes.

The old bird took a look at Du Shi Niang, only to see Du Shi Niang shyly nodded lightly, so the old bird took the stage: "This poetry contest, this is the son of the crown."

"Don't dare not, dare to admit." Qin Xiaobai smiled and said.

"The poetry is more than the song, then the next is more than the chess and calligraphy." The old bird continued.

"What?" Qin Xiaobai's smile has not dissipated, it has already solidified, and later there is even more than a chess painting...