With the Famous Name of the Three Kingdoms

Just when Qin Xiaobai decided to make a move to win the first prize, he was led by Jin Sanpang, but at this moment he suddenly smelled a little money.

The attendees of the Redemption Ceremony of Yihong Courtyard are all dignitaries, dignitaries and literati. How could they be willing to be overwhelmed by a young man with a weak crown and win the beauty?

If this time Li Jia, a little Tai student, wins Wen Kui, what will happen to them? Wouldn't they all become stepping stones, so they are all very unwilling.

It's helpless that they are not talented enough, and they can't think of any good poems for a while, but they are very rich as dignitaries...

So Qin Xiaobai quietly came to a local tyrant, patted his shoulder and said:

My friend, do you want to cut poetry? Guaranteed to kill that Li Jia, as long as 998, Ten Niang will take it home.

The local tyrant was melancholy about how to make a good poem, and was very impatient to let him be photographed. He was about to be chased away, but he was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly turned his head and said, You have good poems? You can sell me .”

In the land of fireworks, in addition to high-ranking officials and dignitaries, there are also many literati, but not all of them are rich, and there are many poor families who come to brothels to sell poetry, calligraphy and painting. Kind of poor.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting... pity Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Songzu, a little less coquettish... All the past, counting the romantic people, let's look at the present.

Qin Xiaobai immediately recited a poem. Du Shiniang's era was in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't know which era it was in the Ming Dynasty, so he didn't dare to use the poems from the Ming Dynasty and before, so he had to use Taizu's poem Take it out and put it on top.

Speaking of which, this local tyrant is not very talented in literature, and he is not very knowledgeable, but fortunately, the Taizu's literary talent is against the sky. Even the local tyrant who does not know the material is immediately overjoyed after hearing this, and sighed for the good poems: Good poems, good poems! , how much did someone buy it for?

The price is 998. Qin Xiaobai asked.

No problem. The local tyrant was straightforward.

I'm talking about Baiyin. Seeing that the local tyrant agreed so happily, Qin Xiaobai quickly reminded.

Silver? How dare you mention silver to me? The local tyrant was furious when he heard this remark, You only sell such a peerless and stunning poem for only 1,000 taels of silver? At least it must be 1,000 taels of gold.

... Qin Xiaobai vomited blood immediately when he heard the words, suddenly he was a big local tyrant, and five hundred years ago someone could appreciate it like this, presumably the Taizu was also gratified.

Seeing that the local tyrant admired Taizu so much, Qin Xiaobai finally decided to give the local tyrant a face and raised the price to 1,000 taels of gold.

1,000 taels of gold is 100 million Wen, which is equivalent to the price of developing a large iron mine, and Qin Xiaobai instantly became a billionaire worth over 100 million.

However, before Qin Xiaobai had time to get excited, a system notification came:

Ding, the system prompts that players get money in the dungeon world. Due to currency stability restrictions, players can only take away 10% of the money they get.

Damn it, the system is cheating! Qin Xiaobai's heart rushed past a hundred thousand beasts, and he almost couldn't help cursing at the sky, but no matter what the system's desires could not be changed...

However, 10% has 10 million texts, which is quite a lot for Qin Xiaobai at this stage. .

So Qin Xiaobai continued his great business of buying poems,

He sold more than a dozen poems in a row, and sold almost all the poems he could think of after the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that those verses in the back are obviously not as literary as Taizu's, so they only earned more than 2,000 taels of gold in total, and Qin Xiaobai can take away 30 million coins in total.

Just by talking about it, he earned the money of a medium-sized iron mine, which made him a lot of money.

While Qin Xiaobai was making a small amount of money, the Literary Competition of Yihong Academy was in full swing. More than a dozen poems that have been passed down through the ages were all published in surprise, and the aura of literary talent was unprecedentedly grand.

Even the old Bi Niao wondered if her Yihong Courtyard had become the Imperial Academy.

However, although these verses are so amazing and brilliant that Li Jia's soy sauce poems can't lift their heads, they all describe scenery, family and country events, heroic spirit, etc., and none of them are suitable for the occasion.

Therefore, although everyone knows in their hearts that these dozen or so poems are all of great literary talent, Li Jia, the literary chief, must not be included in the list.

But the hearts of the girls in Yihongyuan are still reluctant to part with Li Jia, so the situation becomes stalemate.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, and the poems were all sold out, Qin Xiaobai straightened his clothes, and now it was his turn to appear.

If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan?

With one hand behind his waist and the other holding the wine glass lightly, Qin Xiaobai walked out slowly with a desolate expression, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, a melancholy and infatuated literary youth.

When everyone was in a stalemate, Qin Xiaobai's appearance in this way immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The opening sentence of this poem is not amazing when you first hear it, but the more you think about it, the more empathetic and resonant you will be.

Qin Xiaobai let them have a good taste, and then slowly took a sip of Zhuyeqing, and continued:

Wait to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change. Lishan language is half past midnight, tears and rain, rain and bells will never complain. How can you be so lucky as a man in Jin Yi, who will make a wish that day.

... At the end of the poem, all the talented scholars, dignitaries, and beauties in red sleeves present could not help but be silent.

Good poems, good poems! Even though talented scholars and literati stood on the opposing side, they couldn't help clapping and applauding, and Li Jia was even more depressed.

And those rich and powerful local tyrants cursed in their hearts, this kid is cunning and cunning, he saved the best and most suitable things for the last.

All the beauties in Yihonglou were overwhelmed by Qin Xiaobai, their winking eyes were like silk red hearts.

The three girls in Qin Xiaobai's box were even more regretful, hating themselves for turning a blind eye to the blind and talented man in front of them. This time they missed the fate.

If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan... Du Shiniang opened her red lips lightly, and read it carefully, and then she couldn't help her heart moving slightly and her eyes rolling.

Old Bi Niao glanced at Du Shiniang, only to see Du Shiniang nodded slightly shyly, so old Bi Niao came to the stage and said: This time the poetry competition, this young master is the best among all the heroes.

Don't dare, let me admit it. Qin Xiaobai declined with a smile.

The poetry, song and fu competition is over, so let's compare the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting next. Old Bi Niao continued.

What? Qin Xiaobai's smile froze before it dissipated, and it turned out to be even more beautiful than piano, chess, calligraphy and painting...