"This is?"
"The Shadowless Beast is actually the Shadowless Beast that is known as the saint's mount, and it is still at the eighth level..."
"Who is this? No one went up to take him... Oh, it's the Holy Son Li Xiyang, that's okay!"
The literati in Yueyang Tower recognized Li Xiyang, and they all became quiet.
Many literati who were familiar with Li Xiyang deliberately raised their voices: "Brother Li..."
As they wished, they received envious looks from others.
…
At the foot of Yueyang Tower Mountain.
"What kind of monster is this? Emperor Dayan is not as high-profile as he is when traveling..." Lin Yi was a little curious about the two monsters.
Can you get it here?
Otherwise, every time you go out, the fourth-grade gentleman around you will use words and tricks to increase the carriage. The price is that the other party will be easily squeezed dry.
More and more literati came to attend the literary conference.
Lin Yi was too busy, so he waved to find many dragon guards and forbidden troops to help collect money and send reports.
The bachelor of letters who came later saw that it was the Dragon Guard and the Forbidden Army who were guarding the entrance, so they thought it was a necessary purchase, and cursed after paying.
But after seeing His Majesty’s signature, it was so sweet to turn around.
…
Shortly after.
Changsun Ce and more than a dozen weekly newspaper editors changed into plain clothes one by one. When they saw His Royal Highness Lin Yi, they wanted to go over and say hello.
But Lin Yi stopped them with a look and told them to climb the mountain quickly.
The latter female editors vomited their sweet tongues and left reluctantly.
'It's not a big problem for the Dragon Guard and the Forbidden Army to help, but if they come to help, it won't be good if they are targeted...'
Lin also didn't want an accident to happen to them.
He himself is not afraid.
At this time.
A tall and thin old man wearing a white Confucian robe appeared in front of Lin Yi and chuckled: "Two portions!"
Behind him was a young man, Tang Hu, a young painter who was one of the eight most talented people in the capital.
Lin Yi recognized Li Mobai and saluted, "Master Li."
"Haha, how come you, the capital's Jieyuan, are arranged here? Come on, go up to attend the cultural gathering, maybe you will get a flood of literary thoughts!"
Li Mobai looked at Lin Yidao with a smile.
Although he wanted Lin Yi to write a famous poem like Fu Yuheng's for him, he also knew that he couldn't rush it, but the literary festival was an opportunity.
"Master Li will go first. After the students have finished their work, they will go up." Lin Yi replied.
"Okay, this is an errand after all!"
Li Mobai nodded, turned to Tang Hu, who looked indifferent and said, "What are you doing standing still? Twenty taels of silver."
"yes!"
Tang Hu handed Lin Yi twenty taels of silver expressionlessly.
"Lin Jieyuan, I'm waiting for you at Yueyang Tower. There are so many talented people in the capital today. It's a good opportunity to become famous all over the world. You should seize it."
Li Mobai climbed the mountain with his hands behind his hands. He subconsciously took out the weekly newspaper and took a look at it. His whole body trembled and he blurted out: "What is the imperial court doing?"
Declare war on the Holy Court?
…
Lin Yi was at the foot of Yueyang Tower Mountain. Except for those strong men who were particularly pretentious, no one else had escaped the fate of being slaughtered.
But they all felt that the cut was good.
During this time.
Lin also saw many old acquaintances, including Li Wenbo, whose acting skills are outstanding, the Fifth Holy Son Zhong Zizheng, Dean of the Academy of Governors Fu Yuheng, Bachelor of the Holy Academy Fang Qingxue, Longwei Commander Zhao Tai and others...
boom!
boom!
At this time, the dull sound of drums came from Yueyang Mountain.
"The literary meeting has begun!"
"Go, go!"
Many scholars who arrived late quickly went up the mountain when the drums sounded for the beginning of the literary meeting.
One by one, they rushed forward and threw the money directly into the carriage behind Lin Yi, without taking the weekly newspaper.
'They thought that ten taels of silver was the entrance fee for the literary society. As expected, Dayan was rich and poor...'
Lin Yi muttered.
Then he found that there were not many weekly newspapers left, and all the scholars who should go up the mountain had gone up the mountain.
Looking back at the mountains of silver piled up in and beside the carriage, Lin Yi was stunned: "It can't fit..."
In the end, Long Wei was asked to get more boxes for the silver and a carriage to carry the goods, and then he packed them all up.
'The rest of these weekly papers...'
Lin Yi looked at the old people standing in the cold wind on the top of Yueyang Mountain without selling anything.
Sighed softly.
He took some broken silver and walked over with the remaining hundreds of weekly newspapers.
"I want all the candied haws. I'll keep these few taels of silver, but you have to help me send these weekly reports back to your neighbors..."
Lin also used the same method to help the elderly people around him who were struggling to make ends meet.
This is not a simple charity, but a help. But Lin also doesn't want to trample on the dignity of these elderly people.
Ask them to help distribute the weekly newspaper.
It was like telling them that this was not just food, but something they had paid for, so feel free to accept it.
"Thank you, Sir, for your kindness, I kneel down for you..."
Lin Yi stopped with a smile.
…
After Lin Yi finished everything, he asked the Zhoubao Forbidden Army and Longwei Qianhu to send people to escort Yinzi back to Dayan Weekly's official residence.
Phew~
Lin Yichang breathed a sigh of relief. He finally recovered the cost of more than half a million taels of silver, movable type plates and typefaces.
"The Literary Society, where Dayan's geniuses gather, is a good place to find talents, but the literati are the most proud. If you want to tame them, you have to show enough skills... By coincidence, my skill is transportation..."
Lin also smiled.
He has unique conditions for inheriting the unique knowledge of the Holy Spirit.
"Are there any more weekly newspapers?"
At this moment, a deep and deep voice sounded. Lin Yi's heart trembled. He turned around suddenly and saw Emperor Lin Yunhong of Dayan in ordinary clothes, Prince Teng and Chief of Ceremonies Mei Zheren. The three of them were smiling. looked at him.
"Father!"
Lin Yi bowed and saluted, and then looked at Prince Teng who was looking at him with a smile. Lin Yi said kindly, "I've met your uncle!"
"Eunuch Mei!"
Prince Teng quickly helped Lin Yi up and said distressedly: "I haven't seen you for a while, my nephew, you have lost weight..."
Lin Yunhong squinted at Prince Teng and said, "Lin Yi, he hasn't rested for a day, how can he lose weight? From now on, you, the emperor's uncle, must help me more."
"Your Majesty, do you need to say more?" Prince Teng's eyes widened.
Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said, "I, Prince Teng, and Mei Zheren all saw it just now. You are a good kid, but you are too kind-hearted. I am afraid that you will suffer the consequences..."
"My son, I just help them as much as I can, and I have a sense of proportion. If the old, weak, women and children need help, the young and middle-aged people... can just show the way."
Lin Yi has his own sense of proportion in doing things and is not a good person.
"I really want to summon Su Huaizhi to the capital and let him teach Cong'er and chess. He has taught me a good emperor!"
Lin Yunhong was overjoyed. He raised his head to look at Yueyang Mountain and said with a chuckle: "Let's go and see what Cong'er's cultural gathering with the prince of the Duke's Mansion looks like!"
Every time a cultural conference was held, it was when talents from the capital surfaced. How many of them the imperial court could seize depended on their technique and speed.
In other words, the benefits are too many...
Lin Yi followed Lin Yunhong and walked side by side with Prince Teng. Prince Teng couldn't help but said: "Emperor's nephew, you should also perform well at the cultural meeting. The bigger the noise, the more confident Your Majesty will be at the meeting tomorrow."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Uncle Emperor, you have to be prepared."
"What preparations does the emperor want to make? The emperor commanded the sword to be used..." Prince Teng was stunned for a moment.
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I'm really not fooling around. Please believe that every paragraph I write is foreshadowing the following plots and bringing out more exciting plots.
