Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 374 It’s really one wave after another.

Speaking of which, Xia Lin's status in the literary world is actually quite high. It can even be said that he opened a great era of poetry. There actually were poems before him, but most of them were long poems and parallel prose. But after he started to work as a plagiarist, poetry gradually transitioned from narrative to expressing aspirations and emotions.

The poem they are discussing today is the half sentence that Xia Lin inadvertently recited at that time, "A mountain monk does not understand the number of years, but one falling leaf tells him that autumn has arrived." This poem suddenly created a hyperlink such as "One falling leaf tells him that autumn has arrived." You can imagine how much charm it contains.

But the terrible thing is that this poem only has half a sentence, which is like a lustful woman meeting a man who is too greedy for money, but she is scratching an itch through a shoe and the man has to wear thick socks. How can she not feel uncomfortable?

As a human being, everyone thinks they are talented when they are young. Naturally, there are many people who want to add to Xia Lin's half-line of poetry, but no one can beat him. Over time, this became a legend.

Someone even wanted to spend five thousand taels of silver to find someone to continue this half sentence of the poem. Xia Lin actually wanted to make this money, but he couldn't continue it. This poem was only half a sentence, and there was no place to copy it. If he did it himself, he would not only ruin his reputation but also be laughed at by the world.

So he stretched his neck to listen. After a while, there was a noise, and then he heard a maid-like woman come out and said, "Miss Jinlian said that she will treat all the gentlemen to drinks today, but she has a request, that is, all the gentlemen must write three excellent poems."

Jinlian? Xia Lin turned his head and muttered in his heart: "It shouldn't be Pan, right?"

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have written about such a person in his book. He quickly took out his mobile phone and searched for it secretly. This search actually allowed him to find it.

It is said that Jinlian's surname is not Pan but Huo, Huo Jinlian. She was originally a daughter of a wealthy family in Shandong. Later, because her family fell into poverty and was heavily in debt, she was dragged to the capital to pay off her father's gambling debts.

This woman was a super villain in the original novel. She first had an affair with the abbot of Baoen Temple, and then she was given to Tuoba Jing and became a demon concubine. The precarious Wei Dynasty officially began to decline from the moment she entered the palace, and it quickly declined from a barely maintained situation. Then there was the second foreign invasion, and then Xiao Chenzi was besieged in the isolated pass, with his life or death unknown.

But Jinlian is not mature enough yet and has not been given to the prince. At most, she has an affair with the monk in Baoen Temple.

Seeing him deep in thought, Guard Captain Luo beside him came over curiously and said, "Sir, if you are interested, I will go upstairs now and snatch this woman away for you."

"Go, go, change your bandit ways. This is the capital." Xia Lin waved his hand and said, "Luo, this woman is not simple. Find someone to keep an eye on her."

"Order."

Xia Lin was not interested in writing poems to please a woman with a bunch of stinky scholars. He came here just to eat, but he seemed out of place by doing this.

After a while, Huo Jinlian came down from upstairs. The top beauties in Cuiwei Tower were indeed pretty. If it were five or six years ago, Xia Lin might have taken a second look at her. However, nowadays, Dalinzi could no longer be called an expert in the flower world but could be described as a fine gardener.

There are three of them who were carefully selected by the royal family, Chuntao, Qiuhe and Shuixian, and two of them who were carefully selected by the Jiaofangsi, one is a former Silla princess and the other is a descendant of a famous family. The rest are either princesses or lords of daimyo. Looking at the current top pick, it is indeed a bit short.

But logically speaking, Tuoba Jing shouldn't be bewitched by her, so Xia Lin thought that this woman must know some evil magic.

As for this evil method, judging from the current environment, it should be some dual cultivation techniques from India. Although Tuoba Jing holds a high position, he is probably only able to do push-ups when it comes to sex. How can he withstand the Eighteen Styles of Buddha's Light from India? It is normal for him to be addicted to it.

As for Xia Lin, he planned to leave after dinner, but who knew that after sister Jinlian appeared, she enjoyed a round of flattery and then ran straight to Xia Lin.

Her figure is plump but not bloated. Only sensible people know how great her figure is. In addition, this woman is naturally charming. Although her appearance is only average, once you get addicted to her, it will probably be difficult to quit.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar, is he a distinguished guest from out of town?"

When Jinlian opened her mouth, her voice was so soft and baby-like that it made people feel numb all over. No wonder so many people were praising her, it turned out that they were all experts.

"Guess what?"

Xia Lin raised his head and looked at her with a smile. When Jin Lian saw Xia Lin's eyes, she was stunned for a moment, then her eyes rolled around: "Looking at the way the young master is dressed, he must be a man of honor."

Otherwise, how could people say that this woman would become a demon concubine in the future? Her eyesight was actually very sharp. Of course, she did not recognize Xia Lin, but she saw that Xia Lin was wearing a white fine cotton dress. This dress was not something that anyone could wear. This white fine cotton dress had to be made from cotton from the Western Regions and the textile technology of Fuliang. The surface of the fabric was smooth and comfortable, without the inferior feel of coarse cloth and not as flashy as silk.

At that time, this kind of white cotton clothes was the most popular among the children of wealthy families and dignitaries. It was low-key and restrained, luxurious and comfortable. She had a set of it that she didn't even wear all the time because she was afraid that it would get dirty and wrinkled after washing, and she couldn't bear to do it.

Xia Lin was not only wearing white fine cotton clothes, but also had an air of nobility in his every move. She concluded that he was either rich or noble, and the possibility of being noble was even higher than the possibility of being rich. In addition, he was followed by an attendant, who looked more than just a strong man. He must be a skilled fighter, especially the weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, which was probably not something that ordinary people could carry.

Therefore, such a person is most likely the eldest son of a prince or a noble, or he could be a young master from a noble family who is traveling around. He is someone you don't want to mess with easily.

"I don't have any fame, but I have some false reputation." Xia Lin lifted Jinlian's chin with his finger: "You come to talk to me, do you want me to be your lover?"

Xia Lin's actions seemed extremely rude to others. Many of Jinlian's followers became angry and turned their heads to glare at him. Some even began to make provocative remarks.

But at this moment, Luo Shixin stood up, and the spear behind him stabbed into the ground with a thud. These weak and powerless scholars all shut up... After all, they were just lustful and didn't want to die.

"If you really want that, why don't you go upstairs with Jinlian and have a casual chat?"

She sat up slightly, leaned forward, her eyes were seductive, her breath was sweet, she perfectly interpreted what it meant to be naturally charming. Not everyone could resist it. Now Xia Lin finally understood what the prince was like. He didn't blame him, really.

But Xia Lin was very determined. He did not linger, but stood up and said, "We will see each other again."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away with Luo Shixin. Huo Jinlian, on the other hand, looked at his back in confusion and anger. She felt that this young man was very graceful and a bit cynical, which really touched her heart. Even though she thought she had a heart of steel, she couldn't help but be moved.

After they got outside, Luo Shixin asked curiously, "Sir, her legs are open, why don't you just go and relax."

"You boy!"

Xia Lin scolded him with a smile and punched him on the back: "Don't do these things to me. As the saying goes, alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and sex is a steel knife that scrapes the bones. Money is a beast coming down the mountain, and anger is the root of trouble. Remember, when you have trouble, no matter how big or small, don't get involved in alcohol, sex, money, and anger, otherwise they will become a pit that buries you."

"It seems to make some sense. You are an adult after all. Scholars are different. Fifth brother always tells me to stay away from women, but he can't say it as thoroughly as you do."

The two returned, but Huo Jinlian had lost her interest for the day. She didn't want to listen to any poetry anymore, so she leaned against the window, looked at the place where Xia Lin disappeared, and sighed softly.

Until the door at the back creaked open and a tall man wearing a hat walked in from outside. After entering the room, the man took off his hat and revealed a bald head. He was about fifty years old, but looked energetic and kind.

"What's the matter? You can't control your feelings after seeing that young man?"

His sudden words pulled Jinlian out of her sorrow. She was really frightened. When she turned around and saw the person coming, her expression changed from fear to respect: "You are here..."

"If you hadn't come, you would have been sleeping with that pretty boy today, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald donkey raised his hand and slapped Jinlian in the face: "You filthy thing, once you are a bastard, you will be a bastard for the rest of your life. A dog will always eat shit. Today, I will teach you a lesson, you slutty and slutty thing!"

"Master, calm down..." A hand mark appeared on Jinlian's face: "Jinlian won't dare to do it again next time."

"And next time?"

The bald donkey tore off Huo Jinlian's clothes, and then started beating her up with fists and kicks until she was in tears. Then his journey began.

After the conversation was over, the bald donkey sneered and pinched her soft flesh: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to bring an important guest. You must entertain him well. If you neglect him in the slightest, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

"Jinlian understands and will not let the master down."

Jinlian didn't know who this guest was, but she was good at observing people's words and expressions and could keenly capture the bald man's tone and expression. She concluded that the person who would come tomorrow would probably not be simple. Although she was still thinking about the cold young man just now, she also knew in her heart that if she wanted to get out of this quagmire, tomorrow might be the turning point of her fate.

(End of this chapter)