Literati Sanctification

Chapter 417
"Here, it is this poem. If it can be written smoothly, maybe we can ask for rain to come down."

At this time, a talented woman spoke excitedly. While speaking, she turned her head and looked at the talented scholars beside her. The meaning in her eyes was already very clear.

This is to let these talented scholars write down the rain-seeking poems written by Heng Xiulin, and then they can pray for rain to come down.

"That's right, gentlemen, since you have such poems, why don't you give it a try? It's recorded in it that at that time in Fuliu City where Heng Xiulin was born, the rest of the literati couldn't ask for it. Rainwater, I only asked for rainwater after I wrote this poem."

"Looking at such records, it is quite similar to our current situation. If we can successfully ask for rain, it will be a good story."

At this time, all the girls spoke to these talented scholars with great excitement, hoping that they would accept their suggestions and write down the above poems.

Hearing the words, the literati looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of hesitation and a trace of reluctance in each other's eyes. If they can really ask for rain, then they are really sitting down. They are not as good as Heng Xiulin.

Even though Heng Xiulin is dead, in their hearts, they still don't feel that they are weaker than Heng Xiulin, and if they can't ask for rain after writing it, are they also to blame? Is it because they didn't write well that they couldn't ask for rain?

It seems like this, left and right are not the same, they are all their appearance, how does this make them want to continue writing?All kinds of hearts are full of embarrassment.

"Everyone, as literati, there are actually not many great monsters in our country of Zhao. Most of the things we can do are actually writing poems for the common people, and then asking for some rain. If you can't even do this If it arrives, how will the common people treat you at that time?"

Seeing these literati hesitate at this moment, a talented woman on the side couldn't bear it any longer. She immediately opened her mouth and said to them. While speaking, she glanced at these talented scholars, The eyes are full of oppression.

The literati looked at each other when they heard this, and they all saw a wry smile in each other's eyes. They even said this. If they don't agree, once this matter gets out, what will happen to them afterwards? Reputation will definitely be ruined.

"Girl, this is a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to refuse. It's just that I was thinking about what to do to be able to ask for rain. Since the poems are already there, I'll go out together." Come on, see if you can ask for rain."

"Yes, the matter of the rain has actually troubled me for a long time, and now it can finally be resolved. I am too happy to wait, so how can I shirk it? Now, we will go outside the city together, Then try, try to bring that rain down."

At this time, the literati responded again and again, and then expressed their hearts. I am afraid that everyone thinks that they do not want to ask for rain. If they have such thoughts, they may even want to be literati I can't keep it.

"So, let's go out together later, and see if we can be of any help when the time comes."

The other women on the side nodded again and again at this time, and then agreed with the sentence, and answered, they are still very interested in seeing all the literati begging for rain.

What's more, this is a poem written by Heng Xiulin, and they are all curious, what will happen when such a poem is successfully written?It seems that I heard them talking about it before.

When Heng Xiulin wrote this poem, it was a spectacle of red sleeves adding fragrance. After they read it, they all looked forward to this poem. They only prayed that if they were literati, they could still write like this Wonderful, that would be great.

Everyone followed the road and walked towards the outside, while Heng Xiulin was at the side. At this moment, he hesitated a little, but wanted to turn around and leave. Heng Xiulin felt that he was following, but he had already It is not necessary at all.

Not to mention the rest, even Xiaoyu on the side is absolutely impossible. If he is asked to write those poems and go with them, what will happen when these people ask him to write those poems?Heng Xiulin himself didn't know whether he should write or not.

However, Heng Xiulin's actions did not hide the truth from the other literati at the side. Seeing that Heng Xiulin wanted to leave at this time, everyone's hearts tightened immediately, and then they hurriedly asked Heng Xiulin road.

"Young master, why don't you go with us? Could it be that you're going to run away and don't want to go to pray for rain?"

"Yeah, I'm going to pray for rain for the people, so that I can do something for the people, but you want to leave right now instead of helping to pray for rain?"

Hearing a literati on the side talking, everyone immediately turned their heads. When they saw that Heng Xiulin wanted to leave, their faces darkened immediately, and then they said to Heng Xiulin.

The rest of the women on the side also looked at Heng Xiulin with an ugly face at this time. All the people here agreed to go, ready to give some help to the common people, but here Heng Xiulin is Let them a little disappointed.

As a literati, is it possible that at this time, he directly acts as a stand-in, displays his abilities, and then contributes to these common people?But what is Heng Xiulin?
Seeing that everyone was looking straight at him, Heng Xiulin's expression froze slightly, and then he waved his hands again and again, feeling extremely helpless in his heart, unless Heng Xiulin was about to leave soon after that, he was not here It's not impossible to leave now.

But if Heng Xiulin will be here for a long time to come, then it's best, it's better for Heng Xiulin to go with him now, otherwise, his name will probably spread directly here .

It's not a good name, it can only be a bad name, and this matter is still related to those people. If the time comes, these people meet him on the street and just recognize him .

Heng Xiulin reckoned that if he just wanted to buy something, no one would sell it to him. Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin immediately smiled, then shook his head and said.

"You have misunderstood, as long as you are a literati, of course you will do your part, but I am not very clear about where it is, and I am a newcomer, so I want to stand aside and follow the crowd. "

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, everyone's expressions softened slightly, and then they nodded, as if they were persuaded by Heng Xiulin's words.

In the past, they really had never seen Heng Xiulin, and Heng Xiulin looked extremely complex, so they still believed Heng Xiulin's newcomer.

"Since that's the case, this young master will follow along, and we will naturally take you to that dry land when the time comes."

After the literati finished speaking, he took the lead and walked outside. Heng Xiulin also nodded at this time, followed behind, and went to the outside of the city together. color of dissatisfaction.

However, her dissatisfaction was not aimed at Heng Xiulin, but at these literati. The actions of these people made her feel a little angry. She really didn't want her son to write any poems, but looking at the current situation , my son must go.

And when the time comes, she may have to write another song. Such a thing will not make her happy.

(End of this chapter)