Literati Sanctification

Chapter 431
"Okay, three days, I'll give you three days, I'm afraid you won't be unable to write it when the time comes."

The text frame glanced at Li Yuanhan coldly, and then nodded in response. Isn't it just three days, he doesn't believe it, when the other party can really write a poem, it is very different from the current prime minister Poems come out.

When Li Yuanhan heard the words, he nodded directly, and also agreed, his face was extremely calm, as if there was no fluctuation at all.

It's just that in Li Yuanhan's heart, he is extremely nervous at the moment, three days!If within these three days, if you don't see Heng Xiulin, then it will be over.

After finally writing a poem, he achieved his reputation as a literati, and also left a little face in front of Goddess Naluo. It is estimated that when he sees Goddess Naluo in the future, the other party will get close to him from a distance. up.

But after three days, if he couldn't write poems, he would be called a useless person at that time. Everyone still felt that he was not a literati, and he was still just the son of a businessman.

Therefore, the competition after these three days is actually a very important competition for him. Whether he can win that victory depends on Heng Xiulin.

Seeing that Li Yuanhan agreed to come down, the text frame also nodded, and then turned his head and left. Although he had already written a poem, he always felt that it was necessary for him to go back and modify it.

If at that time, the other party took out the poems and he was a little bit short, it would be embarrassing. In addition, he also wanted to see if the other party was telling the truth.

If he gets a step closer to his poems after revising, then for him, his future talent will definitely increase by [-]%.

Thinking of this, he naturally couldn't wait, and left directly.

Seeing the other party leaving, Li Yuanhan was still a little unhurried, and ran to the goddess Luo again, looking for a topic to talk to the goddess Luo.

It's just that this Li Yuanhan is only seventeen or eighteen years old. At this time, Goddess Luo was a little tired, so she directly found a few lines in the poems he wrote, and started to discuss with that Li Yuanhan. Li Yuanhan was defeated and retreated.

When Heng Xiulin handed over the poems to him, he didn't explain to him what kind of meanings were in the poems, and what was the artistic conception in them.

Right now, Goddess Naluo directly picked out these words to ask Li Yuanhan, but Li Yuanhan naturally didn't know at all, so he hesitated, as if he couldn't answer.

Seeing this, Goddess Luo pursed her lips slightly, and she became more certain in her heart that the poem was not Li Yuanhan's, but someone else gave it to Li Yuanhan.

Just who would that person be?Even if you are close to someone, no literati would do this, right?

Li Yuanhan, who was questioned repeatedly by Goddess Luo, but Li Yuanhan himself didn't know what to ask, seemed to feel that he had lost face at this moment, and after a few words with Goddess Luo, he resigned.

He swore in his heart that when he met the person who sold him the poem this time, he not only wanted to ask how to write the poem, but also asked about the meaning of the poem and some precautions.

He didn't want to be like this time, when he finally met Goddess Luo, but he couldn't even say a word, and the one who was asked by Goddess Luo retreated in a row.

After Li Yuanhan retreated, Goddess Luo was also a little tired. Naturally, she put away the painting boat, and then slowly rowed away. Seeing this, the people around sighed slightly, and then slowly dispersed.

All in all, aside from meeting Goddess Luo today, I also gained some extra gains today. The eldest son of the Li family, who originally thought he knew no poetry at all, actually learned to write poetry at this time Not much, but also got the favor of Goddess Naluo.

This made everyone talk about it quite a bit, but in just a moment, the things here also spread rapidly. This Xitang City is not big, so everyone in Xitang City, Basically everyone knows about this.

Regarding the competition between Li Yuanhan and that text frame three days later, everyone just smiled and couldn't tell who would win and who would lose.

However, the poem written by Li Yuanhan played some role at this time. Some people think that if Li Yuanhan can write such a poem, he might be able to write another poem at that time. Defeat that text frame.

It's just that everyone just listened to these words casually without thinking too much. In the eyes of everyone, Li Yuanhan was just lucky for a while, which doesn't mean that his luck will still be good in the future.

After three days, I am afraid that he will not be able to write poems. In the impression of everyone, he has played a role for a long time, and he is completely incapable of poetry. Now it is not so easy to subvert the impression of everyone. .

Heng Xiulin was buying a bunch of things to take back. On the way, he heard about this incident. When he heard that someone had bet with Li Yuanhan, and then jumped into the lake by himself, Heng Xiulin immediately felt for it. The man mourned a moment of silence.

You can't blame him for this matter, he just wants to earn a little money, if he doesn't have any money, I'm afraid he will starve to death, as for that man, it's true.

Well done, what to bet with Li Yuanhan, as a literati, he should be gentle and elegant, with such an attitude, he should learn a little lesson.

Heng Xiulin made an excuse in his heart for selling poems to Li Yuanhan.

However, after hearing that Li Yuanhan competed with a literati named Wen Jia, and the appointment was three days later, Heng Xiulin's mouth twitched immediately. Nowadays, it is popular to set a date for the competition. Under the eyes of everyone, have you started the competition?
Heng Xiulin shook his head speechlessly. He didn't think about whether he wanted to sell a poem to Li Yuanhan. If he sold him a poem, wouldn't he cheat another literati?
But if I don't sell it, I will be short of money at that time. If I go to him and want to sell him a poem, will the other party not want it?Heng Xiulin felt a little distressed, and didn't know whether he should sell another song to Li Yuanhan.

Then Li Yuanhan dared the other party to bet, it must be because he came to him to buy a poem. If he didn't sell it, if he wanted to sell it at that time, the other party would probably not be happy.

Heng Xiulin, who was thinking about it with a headache, just shook his head, and then pulled a lot of things back to the small yard, and directly met Xiaoyu who was glaring at her.

"My lord, did you write poems and sell them to that man named Li Yuanhan?"

Xiaoyu's eyes were full of anger. She had heard about this in the small courtyard. She was originally a guy who had no talent for poetry, but at this time, she could write poetry. Writing poems is extremely good, so it's no wonder Xiaoyu doesn't think of Hengxiu Lin.

That is to say, only my son would do such a thing, give up his poems to others, let others write the poems, and look at the poems, from the charm inside, Xiaoyu can distinguish them all at once , which was written by my son.

The poems written by my young master have always been extremely charming. After reading it a few times, it is easy to indulge in them, and then completely attracted by the artistic conception in the poems.

Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Heng Xiulin had a smile on his face, and then gently touched Xiaoyu's head, "Isn't this a lack of money? The young master just sold a poem, it's no big deal."

After all, it was my personal maid, but after hearing what others said, she was locked on her body all of a sudden. Heng Xiulin felt a little helpless when he thought of this.

Originally, he wanted to hide this matter from Xiaoyu, but unexpectedly, Xiaoyu found out directly.

"Xiaoyu has told the young master many times that he can't do poetry anymore. If the young master is short of money, Xiaoyu can go out and do something. He will definitely not let the young master be wronged!"

While Xiaoyu was talking, a cloud of mist began to gather in her eyes, and she was about to shed tears in an instant. Seeing this, Heng Xiulin felt a headache immediately.

"Young master, you just gave the poems to others. They were written by others. How could other people think that some literati gave the poems to others? Xiaoyu, don't worry about it, it's completely fine. , You have also heard that when the poem appeared, there was a golden light, and they all thought that it was written by Li Yuanhan himself."

Heng Xiulin had no choice but to comfort Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu opened some hazy eyes, and asked Hengxiu Lin Chuchu pitifully, "Really? Did the young master lie to Xiaoyu?"

"How could it be, how could the young master lie to Xiaoyu."

Heng Xiulin shook his head, took a piece of candied fruit he had just bought, and stuffed it into Xiaoyu's mouth. Xiaoyu's mournful face instantly smiled, and then became extremely sweet again.

(End of this chapter)