I Become A Saint By Studying

When King Teng was young, he was not the king of idleness. In the battle of the northern border more than 20 years ago, he was known as the sword god in the army.

For example, the sword technique "Heaven and Earth One Sword Slash" in Fusi Zhongshu Library in Longwei Town is from him.

but.

Lin Yi didn't know about this, and pointed to Own's heart.

"Chest?"

King Teng was stunned for a moment, the nephew told him to prepare his chest? No... It's to prepare him in his heart!

hum~

King Teng's heart beat faster, looking at the calm and confident Nephew Lin Yi, his body trembled with excitement.

...

at the same time.

Outside the Yueyang Tower, the scenery is beautiful, the rivers and mountains are surging, and the mist is vast.

The building is full of literati and bachelors, and it is very lively. The sound of the piano is tinkling, the sound of the flute is melodious, and the beauties sing softly, as if you are in a fairy pavilion.

Inside the Yueyang Tower, the academic officials and masters of the Holy Academy and the Academy and several holy sons, including the seven great talents in the capital, as well as the arrogance of the Holy Academy and the Academy.

They sip the wine, smile slightly, appreciate the ancient rhythm, immerse themselves in it, and praise the prosperity of literature.

Outside the building are some officials from the capital, as well as literati and bachelors who are inferior to the top Tianjiao.

Of course, there are also down-and-out wits who are unrecognized for their talents and are waiting for the literary conference to make a blockbuster and shock everyone with poems.

The tea and water served during the banquet were all the ladies who were invited from various places in the capital.

They are handsome, beautifully dressed, each with their own style, and they are all girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight.

The skin is fair and smooth, the key is particularly moist...

Many literati and bachelors are already drunk in the beauty town.

May this go away without waking up, and from now on I will lie drunk on the lap of a beauty, wake up and take over the power of the world...

at this time.

A woman with a white veil on her face and a floor-length skirt climbed up to Yueyang Tower. Behind her were four maids holding flower baskets, sprinkled with red flowers all over the sky.

An intoxicating fragrance filled the pavilion.

wow~

"Who is this woman?"

"What a nice view!"

Many literati and bachelors with long hair and short knowledge have already shown their pig-like looks, asking about the identity of this woman one after another.

Gudong!

Countless literati swallowed their mouths. Since ancient times, there have been many anecdotes about beautiful women matching talented men.

No one does not yearn for this path.

If such a soul-stirring, epic love story can happen in this essay meeting, this life is enough.

"The top card of Hongxiufang, Miss Ningxiang, one of the three beauties in the capital!"

Someone well-informed, give the answer.

"Ningxiang?"

"What a beautiful name... I like her name!"

"Do you really like other people's names? You are greedy! But it's best to get rid of this thought. Even the prince can hardly be his guest of honor. What are you?"

"Ah this..."

Outside the Yueyang Tower, there were constant discussions, which is enough to show how amazing Miss Ningxiang is.

Boom~

When Miss Ningxiang climbed to Yueyang Tower, she was standing in a position where all the literati and scholars inside and outside the pavilion could have a glimpse of her graceful demeanor.

"Young masters, gifted scholars and beauties, bachelors and masters, adults... Today coincides with a grand meeting, and the little girl was invited by someone to preside over today's literary meeting. If there is any disrespect or inappropriateness, please forgive me!"

"Little girl, thank you all in advance!"

Miss Ningxiang bowed and saluted, her voice was clear and sweet, like an oriole.

bang bang~

There was thunderous applause inside and outside Yueyang Tower, and countless literati stood up to applaud.

Accompanied by the red flowers falling all over the sky, the sound of qin, zither, and flute resounds together, and the talents soar to the sky. The inside and outside of Yueyang Tower seem to have turned into a fairy palace.

Li Xiyang, the holy son of the Holy Court, sat high in the building, served by two women beside him, his eyes fell on the girl Ningxiang, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised.

The sixth prince, Lin Cong, sat across from him, squinted at Li Xiyang, turned his head and said to the Prince Zhao Jiashan of the Duke's Mansion next to him, "Why did you invite this girl here? Didn't you pay a lot of money?"

Zhao Jiashan said doubtfully, "Your Highness, I am also puzzled... We didn't invite you here."

"kindness?"

Lin Cong was stunned.

Uninvited? Didn't she know that he was coming, so she came to flatter him?

at this time.

Someone stepped up the pavilion quickly and whispered something in Zhao Jiashan's ear. Zhao Jiashan's body stiffened suddenly.

He hurriedly whispered in Lin Cong's ear, "Your Majesty invited..."

"Father?"

Lin Cong's expression changed, his expression was incredible.

Why did the emperor invite this Ningxiang girl from Hongxiufang, who is a performer but not herself?

"Today's Literary Conference is an opportunity for talented scholars and literati in the capital to exchange ideas, so there are no rules, and all talented scholars and beauties can freely play and choose topics freely..."

Miss Ningxiang's eyes flickered, she was naturally charming, her beautiful eyes looked at the seven talents who have long been famous, and the young handsome man.

The red lips under the veil lightly parted, "The little girl has long admired the many talents present, and is looking forward to witnessing the birth of masterpieces handed down in Yueyang Tower."

The voice fell.

Someone started talking.

"A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, how can it be so simple? At the very least, it must be a masterpiece of the family. It is rare to see it in ten or ten years!"

"It's not that exaggerated. The recent Guanfu poems in the capital to encourage students, as well as the Wangyue Pavilion to send Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang...I saw you several times this month!"

"That was done by the great Confucians of the time. This is the literary society. The great Confucians can't compete with us Confucian scholars, right?"

Some people at the essay meeting were full of expectations, while others were not so optimistic.

When Miss Ningxiang saw those talents who had long been famous in the capital, she didn't show anything. She also knew that they were proud of their talents, and they didn't want to make a move now.

Their hole cards are all used to overwhelm others, not to show off.

"If there is no one to start, then the little girl will make her own decision first. Since it is a literary society, then... how about poetry and articles as the finale?"

Miss Ningxiang's voice was crisp and clear, and what she said was mesmerizing.

No one objected.

Miss Ningxiang nodded slightly to the maid beside her, who brought the guzheng and placed it in front of her.

Ning Xiang sat in front of the guzheng, her slender fingers waving the strings, like the gurgling water, and said loudly, "The four arts of a gentleman are the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. , and it is inevitable that there will be a sense of sympathy in my heart."

"Little girl is not talented, I would like to play a song and dedicate it to the young masters and seniors present to show my respect!"

When Miss Ningxiang's voice fell, everyone immediately listened.

They didn't feel that Miss Ningxiang was offensive, on the contrary they thought... everything was reasonable.

If Qin Dao Tianjiao made a move at the beginning, then everything would be meaningless. Only by going from weak to strong, and then making his grand finale appearance, can everyone be amazed.

ding ding~

As Miss Ningxiang plucked the strings with ten fingers, the sound of the piano sounded, and the inside and outside of Yueyang Tower suddenly became quiet.

Many bachelors were moved by the melodious sound of the piano, as if Miss Ningxiang's slender fingers were brushing over their bodies, touching their heartstrings.

Many bachelors who are proficient in the art of piano trembled suddenly.

Qinyin Tongshu... a master!

...

at the same time.

In an inconspicuous corner outside Yueyang Tower, Dayan Emperor Lin Yunhong led Lin Yi, King Teng and Mei Zheren, without disturbing anyone, sitting there listening to the sound of the piano.

‘Why does this song sound familiar? '

Lin Yi doesn't know how to play the piano, but as a person who likes to practice calligraphy and poetry, how can he not like listening to Chinese and ancient music?

This is the quintessence of the country!