System Rescue Cannon Fodder

Chapter 14 The Throne and Marriage (3)

During the three days of confinement, Yan Ling used all of them to copy ancient poems and [-] Tang poems, which were of great help.

The characters on this plane look like ancient Chinese seal scripts, but there are some differences. Fortunately, she, who has the memory of the original owner, can recognize the characters on this plane.There is no big problem in writing, although it is not as clear and beautiful as the original owner, but it is still clear (what kind of adjective is this?).

In the last plane, I revisited my high school days and consolidated these poems again. No matter what, I can crush Su Qingge, who graduated from a secondary vocational school and went out to work for a few years.

"Princess, the weather is fine today, do you want to go for a walk?" The person who spoke was Yan Ling's new personal maid, Xiaofen.

Yan Ling thinks that Xiaohong, Xiaolu are too vulgar, but Xiaofan is better, how girlish she is.
Three days had passed and she had written all the ancient poems she could think of. It was time to go out for a walk.

"Xiaofen, let's go for a walk in the street."

Xiaofen immediately showed a smile on her steamed bun face: "Yes, Princess."

Yan Ling strolled down the street. There were many shops on both sides of the street. The bright sunshine was shining on the green tiles and red walls, or on the brightly colored eaves of the pavilions.The high-flying shop flags, the sparkling carriages and horses, and the endless flow of pedestrians all show the prosperity of the Rongguo.

The war has been suspended for more than ten years, and this country is at a time when literature is flourishing.

As a person in the 21st century, Lu Qingge, who traveled through time, still remembers some ancient poems in his mind that were not available in this fictional dynasty.After stealing a song from one place to another and another from another, she turned out to be a famous talented woman in the capital.

As far as Ling is concerned, she is here to tear up her face as a fake 'talented girl', she must be ashamed!

If we say that within the capital, the place where the most talented people gather is the Juxian Tower.

No one knows who the master behind Juxian Building is, but no one dares to cause trouble here, even high-ranking officials and nobles are not treated specially here, and there is no distinction between superiors and inferiors. Here, they are only classified according to their talents.

Gu Qingge likes to come here to pretend to be aggressive. When he is free, he plays Su Dongpo's water melody song head, when he is bold, he plays Li Bai's Jiang Jinjiu, when he is in a bad mood, he plays Li Qingzhao's slow voice, he is simply all-rounder!

Her attainments in literature have attracted a lot of talents and beauties, and those romantic talents even regard her as the lover of their dreams.

Just as Yan Ling was about to take her little fan into the Juxian Building, she was stopped by a middle-aged uncle.

"Madam, if you want to enter Juxian Tower, you need to compose a poem."

Yan Ling smiled confidently, it was too easy: "Listen well, there is no flame in the lamp, there are many shadows, I heard that you are going to the clouds and rains tonight, sitting up in shock in the dying illness, looking up to the sky and laughing, and going out."

The uncle frowned, not knowing how to comment.

"Is my antithesis neat?"

"It's pretty neat."

"It's also poetic, right?"

"There is..."

Yan Ling: "Then let me in quickly."

The uncle twisted his face, and finally said: "Please come in."

Not many women came to Juxian Building, let alone married women, so the talented scholars were still surprised when they saw Yan Ling with her hair tied.

A handsome young man in a blue shirt came over, "Sister-in-law Seven, why are you here?"

The young man is the emperor's ninth son, attracted by Su Qingge's talent, after a glimpse, he guards the Juxian Building all day long.

Yan Ling: "Ninth Brother, I'm here to send poems."

This is definitely the truth. Yan Ling is rarely so honest.

Gu Huaijin: "Send poetry? To whom?"

Gu Huaijin thought it was a love poem, or a boudoir poem that concealed a little woman's thoughts, but she didn't expect Sister-in-law Qi to be so horny and unbearable.

"Follow the fate, give it to whoever is pleasing to the eye."

Gu Huaijin frowned in disapproval: "Sister-in-law Seven, Brother Ninth thinks it's really inappropriate for you to do this. You are the royal daughter-in-law, how can you?"

Yan Ling:
"Give it to you, do you want it?"

Gu Huaijin waved her hand quickly: "No, no, no, sister-in-law Qi, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Yan Ling pursed her lips, she was not blessed, she had the crystallization of thousands of years of Chinese culture in her hands, and she didn't even want to give it away.

Xiaofen watched for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "Princess, what are we doing here?"

"Looking for future great writers."

Yan Ling planned to find an underappreciated scholar, give him all these poems, let him publish them, and sign them by himself.If these poems already have owners, then next time Su Qingge pretends to be aggressive again, can he slap her in the face severely.

After looking around, Yan Ling found a scholar wearing a white shirt.

Walking to his side, Yan Ling kicked the stool under his buttocks: "Hey, come here, I want to ask you something."

Although the scholar was surprised, he still stood up and said politely: "Madam, what's the matter?"

Yan Ling whispered: "It's a good opportunity to make a fortune and reach the pinnacle of life. Do you want to know more about it?"

"Ma'am, please don't make fun of me."

Yan Ling: "I'm not kidding, come here quickly, I have a lot of hidden goods here."

The scholar's face flushed instantly: "I never look at such filthy things, Madam, as a woman, how can she sell such filth!"

Yan Ling: Excuse me? What did you imagine?
"Let me tell you straight, I have some poems here that I want to publish in your name."

Scholar: "Madam, why don't you use your own name?"

No matter when, people care about glory. If the writing is good, how can they publish it in the name of others? It is estimated that the writing is terrible. I am too embarrassed to publish it, so I want to use the name of others.

Yan Ling: "I didn't write this, it was an expert I knew, but he didn't want to show his face."

Yan Ling took out the large stack of poems from her sleeve and handed it to the scholar.

The scholar took it in doubt, but his eyes widened when he saw the above content, and he quickly looked back one by one, more and more amazed at the literary talent of this worldly master, this is the great writer of the world, a model for all literati!

"But why do some of these songs seem to be composed by Miss Gu?"

Yan Ling said nonsense in a serious manner: "That's why I came to you. Mr. (a master outside the world) spent his whole life to write these poems, but that Gu Qingge brazenly stole Mr.'s achievements and came out to deceive you. Mr. is not angry , That’s why I asked someone to publish all his poems.”

The scholar was still puzzled: "Then why use my name, wouldn't it be better to use Mr.'s name directly?"

"Mister just wants to live a normal life." Isn't it because Mr. is just a fictional character, it's okay to deceive you as a scholar, how can you deceive the world?

A talented but not famous scholar is the best choice.

The scholar said solemnly: "Since the master wishes, then I will obey."

"Don't tell others that I gave it to you, and don't tell me, sir. No matter who asks, just say that you did it yourself."

The scholar frowned: "This"

Anyway, in the end, Yan Ling persuaded the scholar named Luo Peisheng, not to mention anything else, this is also a good opportunity to become famous.

As for whether the scholar will speak out in the future, after enjoying the great honor, who is willing to discard it?
(End of this chapter)