I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 148 Dangerous Rivers and Lakes
In Qingzhou, in a small building facing the river, a woman leaned on a railing to look at the river, holding a wine pot in her right hand, her eyes were drunk.

The woman looks about 30 years old, wearing a goose yellow dress, tied with a jade belt, which makes her waist very slender, and her exquisite body looks even more curvaceous, and she is very pretty. This lazy look, It attracted people who swim the river to look sideways, but they dare not look more.

Suddenly, the woman's heart moved, and her mind sank into the Palace of Literature. She clicked on the article "Drinking, playing cards, swearing at people, flash marriage, but I'm a good girl", and looked at a series of names below that called the semi-sages.

Zhang Xian, Song Qi, Song Xiang, Shen Tang, Yuan Jiang, Chao Ci, Yan Shu, Su Shi, Zeng Gong, Yan Jidao, He Zhu, Qin Guan, Huang Tingjian, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, Liu Yong...

"Hehe, Xiao Mian, you really hold a grudge!"

"It seems that this big man in the literary world has a lot of opinions on himself!"

Seeing these names, Li Qingzhao chuckled lightly, took another sip of fine wine indifferently, and then began to read the article carefully.

When Li Qingzhao saw Zhao Mingcheng leaving her and escaped from the city alone, Li Qingzhao gritted his teeth with hatred, gritted his silver teeth, even the wine in the pot was not fragrant, and disappeared by the river in a blink of an eye.

When he reappeared, he had already come to an attic, where there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe working hard at his desk.

After Li Qingzhao appeared, the middle-aged man raised his head to look up, and then gave a gentle smile, then lowered his head again.

However, Li Qingzhao went straight to the middle-aged man and grabbed his ear, "How dare you, Lu Xun, leave me alone and run away? My old lady today..."

"???"

The elegant middle-aged man was stunned, "What is this all about?"

But he still said from the heart, "I was wrong!"

Although I don't know what I did again, it's always right to apologize first. Whoever makes him let himself down is just a gentleman of the fourth grade of Confucianism and Taoism. What can he do if he doesn't admit his mistakes?

Even if you can beat it, you won't be willing to fight!

Hmph, I am so domineering!

The wife was chosen by himself, and this beating can only be endured with tears in his eyes.

Seeing her husband's attitude, Li Qingzhao's subordinates couldn't help but feel a little lighter.

After another burst of sweet talk, Lu Xun finally knew what happened, and then he clicked on the biography, and he was full of question marks.

"Isn't this too deep into the drama? Just because of such a non-existent thing, I was beaten again, am I wronged?"

When he saw that Zhang Ruzhou and others dared to covet his wife, or rather, coveted his gold and stone collection, Lu Xun's fist hardened. Fortunately, this world is talented, if he doesn't live long enough...

[In her later years, Li Qingzhao, who lived in seclusion in Qingzhou, completed her husband Zhao Mingcheng's posthumous manuscript of "Jinshilu". She also knew that her life was coming to an end.

"I want to send blood and tears to the mountains and rivers, to sprinkle a handful of soil on Dongshan Mountain"...

In 1155, this most talented woman of all ages left this filthy world with regret and loneliness for the rest of her life.

Dim and light luteum, soft in nature, leaving only fragrance in the distance.Why bother with light green and dark red, it is the best flower among flowers!
This woman who dares to love and hate is naturally the best in the world! 】

After reading it, even Lu Xun felt a little embarrassed. If he had no talent, his wife would be as amazing and brilliant as his wife, and he would really only be as regrettable as in the story!
However, I can't suffer this beating in vain.

"Lin Qian, right? Let me write nonsense, my senior will teach you a lesson today. You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Let you know the dangers of this world!"

Lu Xun secretly made up his mind, and after waiting for Li Qingzhao to leave, he also flashed his figure and went to Jiqing Mansion.

Now that the news that Lin Qian is Qianlin is not a secret in the circle of Daqian Bansheng, Lu Xun, as the husband of Bansheng Li Qingzhao, naturally knows about it.

……

On the galloping road, under the blessing of Confucianism, a carriage galloped eastward at high speed.

This time there is no Xuan Jing Division to follow, they now have a more important task, to escort Jia Rang Liu Zhimao back to Chang'an!
In the galloping carriage, Lin Qian finished writing the latest biography of Li Qingzhao with some unfinished business.

I haven't written this kind of "same person in a different world" for many days, and I still feel kind when I write it again, and even feel a little unsatisfied.

However, since his identity was exposed, he also paid special attention. This biography did not mention Li Qingzhao's name, but used her to refer to it. The war and the court were also mentioned briefly. Now, no one will come to trouble him, right?
These days, with the popularity of "same people from different worlds", almost all ancient and modern sages have been written about, and even many great Confucian gentlemen have become the protagonists. It is a pity that there is a list of new poems, but there is no new list for "same people from different worlds" Appear.

I don't know if the attribute of "fellow people" has been hit, or if Tiandao really doesn't like novels.

Of course, there are also clever attempts to use semi-sages as the protagonists to write some marginal content. Of course, the consequences can be imagined. Even if he wisely chose some fallen semi-sages as the protagonists, these fallen The half-life great Confucianism has descendants and friends...

Seeing the thriving classification of "Familiar with Other Worlds", Lin Qian walked out of the Palace of Literature happily. As a creator, he was very relieved.

At this time, the talent pool on the Wengong Square has expanded to a three-foot square. The original talent pool was stuck at three feet for a long time, but after the poem "Sending the Plague God" came out, it seemed that some kind of bottleneck had been broken, and the talent pool was once again. began to increase.

"Clearly?"

Lin Qian was thoughtful, feeling as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't think it through for a while.

Sure enough, I want to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles!

Lin Qian was not in a hurry, there was still a long way to go.

Exiting the Palace of Literature, he picked up a piece of iron at hand, running the witch power in his hand, and the piece of iron turned into a curly spring according to his will.

After completely eradicating the plague in Jiqing Mansion, he finally broke through to become a sorcerer and an eighth-rank alchemist.

I have the inheritance of the book of witch gods, and I need to do this step to break through, but my little girl broke through a few months ago... Lin Qian couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sure enough, geniuses and ordinary people are not the same kind of creatures at all.

Maybe there are some scholars who think of him like this. Ordinary scholars have studied hard for ten years and accumulated refined talents, so they have a chance to be enlightened and promoted to the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism.

And he only needs one poem!

Now that he was already an alchemist, Lin Qian had a lot of gadgets in his mind that he could try.

Now he is going to release the entire music box first, and send it to Yong'an after arriving in Annan. She will be very happy to see it!

Lin Qian smiled.

Regardless of this small clockwork, the requirements for materials are not small, but alchemists are indeed miraculous, they can modify and adjust the material's texture through witchcraft, Lin Qian is also having a great time these days.

While Lin Qian was tinkering with the music box in the carriage, the sky outside suddenly turned gloomy, and not long after, there were patters of rain falling from the sky.

(I originally planned to write that Li Qingzhao’s husband belonged to Zhao Mingcheng, but this person is really disgusting. There is a saying that if you want to whitewash a person, first make him funny. So I changed it to a fictional character. I hope Everyone understands. Li Qingzhao is also my favorite among female literati. In reality, her ending is not good. In my world, she deserves better. She must be the best in the world!)

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