"..."
Yang Zining was silent, shook his head, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Li, I'm sorry, I'm not as good as Lin Jieyuan in poetry."
Two Mingzhou poems were his limit.
The price is that it may be difficult to break through in the future. The most difficult thing for people to surpass is always themselves.
Since there is no way to surpass Lin Yi, why bother?
"You are the number one scholar Yang Zining, the seventh holy son of our Holy Academy. Are you willing to admit defeat?"
Li Xiyang said in a low voice.
"if not?"
Yang Zining shrugged, glanced at Lin Yi first, then looked at senior brother Li Xiyang, and said, "Is it possible that senior brother Li thinks someone can surpass Lin Jieyuan's three poems and one essay?"
This is like asking Li Xiyang, you can do it...
Lin Yi was not in a hurry. He looked around at the scholars inside and outside Yueyang Tower and said, "I am not targeting everyone here, but I just want to ask, can I take the Wen Hui Kuiyuan first?"
"If it doesn't work, just pretend I didn't ask..."
When Lin Yi said these words, he felt like a villain, worried that if he also met a time traveler...
Tomorrow, not only will he lose his face, he will also lose his father's face.
Good thing.
"Lin Jieyuan is a well-deserved Kuiyuan, we respect him!"
"Clothes!"
"I'm convinced!"
All the scholars and scholars spoke one after another to congratulate Lin Yi.
The literary meeting has ended before it even started, and everyone's heads are numb now.
When meeting such a monster, it was as if a literary society had been opened just for him.
wrong.
Since ancient times, haven’t you thought that literary conferences were just for those evildoers? But everyone will think... that they are the monster.
Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the Holy Son Li Xiyang, and said: "Many scholars believe that Kui Yuan is the only one who belongs to me. Will Shengzi Li be dissatisfied?"
"It's okay if you don't accept it, you come too!"
Li Xiyang was furious. Do you really think he didn't dare to burn Shou Yuan to search for the lost masterpiece in the long river of history?
"Of course I have the finale..." Lin Yi said with a faint smile.
Li Xiyang's expression suddenly changed, thinking, didn't he just lose the bet? Just win it back next time.
There is no need to sacrifice life to do this kind of thing, people should be more generous.
"I accept it!"
Saint Li Xiyang almost said this through gritted teeth.
Then the whole person almost collapsed.
As proud as he was, he didn't expect to admit defeat to a young man with no background today.
Not willing to give in!
"good!"
Lin Yi looked around at the literati in the audience and said, "Please bear witness to me that this holy beast, Shengzi Li, now belongs to me."
Li Xiyang: "???"
curse?
"Yes, congratulations to Lin Jieyuan!"
"Lin Jieyuan, he must be called Lin Kuiyuan!"
The scholars and scholars were also happy to see this kind of show performed. In addition, they really admired Lin Yi's talent and gained a lot of benefits.
At this time, he naturally spoke for Lin Yi.
Li Xiyang looked cold and said: "The shadowless beast is a psychic. It will only recognize one master in its life. It is extremely loyal. I lost the holy beast to you, but there is no guarantee that it will follow you!"
'Didn't this guy tell me earlier? Depend on……'
Lin Yi didn't expect Li Xiyang to retain such a hand, but does it matter?
No!
Because the holy beast is just a lucky draw, his purpose is just to become famous today.
You don't need to guess to know how these courtiers will describe today's cultural gathering at tomorrow's court meeting.
I'm afraid it will blow him up to the sky.
"I won't force the beast into trouble!" Lin Yi said calmly.
"kindness?"
Li Xiyang frowned. Why did he hear a tone in Lin Yi's words that he seemed to dislike.
What's the meaning?
Why don't you look down on the saint's mount?
Li Xiyang felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger, and he wished he could kill Lin Yi right here.
Subsequently.
Lin Yi saw that it was almost done, so he walked to Miss Ningxiang and prepared to put away the three poems.
He planned to throw it away to Duobao Pavilion in the capital, sell it, and use the money from the sale to provide disaster relief in the south.
As early as when he was betting against Li Xiyang, he actually had this idea, to gain fame first.
The poems were then auctioned to those wealthy scholars, and the money was donated to the people of Dayan.
Presumably the sages in the previous life knew his original intention and wouldn't blame him, right?
Miss Ningxiang blushed and said: "After the literary meeting, if Mr. Lin is free, you can go to Hongxiufang to find the little girl..."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. He smelled the body fragrance of Miss Ningxiang on the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a little distraught.
Fortunately, he was very determined: "Let's talk about it later..."
…
at the same time.
Lin Cong, the sixth prince who returned to Yueyang Tower, said to Zhao Jiashan, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion: "Although this Lin Jieyuan is a bit crazy, if he is brought under his command, it will be a good deal."
Zhao Jiashan nodded and said: "Your Highness can take Lin Yi and the number one scholar Yang Hui under his command. With the help of this pair of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks, the Crown Prince of Dayan..."
"It makes sense, but should I, the prince, express his feelings now?"
Lin Cong felt that this matter should be done sooner rather than later, so that Lin Yi could feel his sincerity.
Zhao Jiashan narrowed his eyes and said: "Didn't there be millions of taels of silver in this cultural gathering? The original intention was to attract the geniuses of the capital to come over and win over the team..."
"Why not spend a lot of money to buy Lin Yi's three poems? It will not only make Lin Jieyuan feel His Highness's appreciation for him, but also let him understand His Highness's sincerity..."
Temporary military advisor Zhao Jiashan found a folding fan from somewhere and waved it gently: "The most important thing is to let other geniuses know that His Highness is a person who appreciates talents."
"At the same time, I also performed well in front of His Majesty,"
"good!"
Lin Cong glanced at Zhao Jiashan with admiration and acted as he said. When he saw Lin Jieyuan packing up his poems, he said loudly: "Lin Jieyuan, can you wait a moment?"
Everyone's attention was attracted to Lin Cong, thinking that the sixth prince who hosted the cultural gathering was extending an olive branch to Kui Yuan?
Lin Yi looked at Lao Liu Lin Cong and asked doubtfully: "Is there something wrong, Your Highness?"
"Lin Jieyuan is so talented that his three poems and one essay astonished everyone. I am hosting this literary event to bring together the capital's geniuses, make friends through literature, and at the same time give the capital's talents a stage to showcase their talents."
Lin Yixiao looked at Lin Yi and said: "I am a lover of talents, and I am also very keen on collecting poems by talented people, so I want Lin Jieyuan to give up his love and give those three poems to me... "
'I want to eat shit! '
When Lin Yi heard Lin Cong's words, he almost couldn't help but go up and beat him up.
But what Lin Cong said next made Lin Yi feel that Lao Liu was actually not that bad...
"Of course, as a thank you, the prince is also willing to give Lin Jieyuan seven million taels of silver!"
How can a transaction between scholars be called buying and selling?
It has to be called a mutual gift!
Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Cong in astonishment, who was offering help in times of need, and thought to himself: "The money from the Duke's palace has really gone into the prince's pocket? Now Dayan Weekly will not have to worry about running out of money..."
Lin Yi fell silent.
He knew the value of authentic Mingzhou poems. One poem could be sold for millions of taels of silver in Duobao Pavilion.
Although these three poems have been leaked, they are still semi-authentic, plus a Guanzhou poem...
God!
The price is almost seven million taels of silver.
Lin Yi cupped his hands towards Lao Liu and said: "Student knows that His Highness is also a person who loves poetry. It is rare that these three poems can catch His Highness' eyes..."
After a moment's hesitation and a somewhat painful expression, Lin Yi continued: "In that case... then the student will give these three poems to His Highness as a token of his gratitude to His Highness for holding this literary event and letting the students' literary thoughts flow. I left a few humble writings."
'Sure enough, it works. Lin Yi has been half conquered by this prince...'
Lin Cong was overjoyed and had a faint smile on his face. At the court meeting tomorrow, his father would definitely appreciate his vision.
Know how to retain talent.
At that moment, Lin Cong asked Zhao Jiashan, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, to deliver the brocade box containing the golden ticket.
Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.
Although the Eight Great Dukes feel heartbroken, considering that this is Crown Prince Lin Cong subduing Kuiyuan of the Dayan Wenhui, it is not a loss.
After all, even Li Xiyang, the Holy Son of the Holy Academy, lost to Lin Yi.
Your Majesty will definitely praise them.
So, the money is still well spent!
