I Become A Saint By Studying

The song of Miss Ningxiang made Lin Yi feel familiar.

certainly.

It's just that certain rhythms are similar and familiar, a bit like the ancient song "Red Pity" that he liked to listen to in his previous life.

But not quite.

But Lin Yi still felt an indescribable feeling after hearing it, especially the sound of the guzheng.

Lin Yi doesn't know the rhythm very well, but he can understand the artistic conception in the song.

actor.

Worry about the country.

passionate.

bitter.

Sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes passionate... Lin Yi closed his eyes slightly, as if dreaming back to his previous life.

When he heard the song "Chi Ling" for the first time, he got goosebumps all over his body.

He once looked up the background of his creation on the Internet, and wept for it...

Now he traveled through the world of literature and Taoism, a strange place, and heard a somewhat familiar melody again.

Recalling the lyrics in it, the corners of my eyes are slightly moist.

"Emperor?"

Lin Yunhong found that Lin Yi's mood was a little off, so he stretched out his hand and gently held the back of Lin Yi's hand.

"My son is fine, this girl Ningxiang's piano sound is very beautiful...and very sad!" Lin said.

"Miss Ningxiang was a little girl saved by your mother in the northern border. At that time, the demons wreaked havoc on the northern borders, and her family members died tragically at the hands of the demons..."

Lin Yunhong said softly, and patted the back of Lin Yi's hand.

"what?"

Lin Yi was shocked. Miss Ningxiang, one of the three beauties in the capital, still has such a relationship with her father and mother?

The end of the song!

There were two tears in the corners of Ningxiang's eyes. This is the song she composed when she recalled some past events.

It's a pity that no one can understand!

"Sounds good!"

"As expected of the Ningxiang girl who is proficient in melody, this song is really beautiful, with superb skills..."

"The needle does not poke!"

There are many praises inside and outside Yueyang Tower.

Those talents who are proficient in rhythm also gave Miss Ningxiang a very high evaluation.

But at this moment, Li Xiyang, the holy son sitting high in the Yueyang Tower, smiled and said, "Miss Ningxiang's piano music is melodious, and the lingering sound is lingering. It's a pity that Miss Ningxiang's singing is not suitable for the occasion. It's a pity..."

"Yes, yes, Miss Ningxiang speaks like an oriole singing. If I hear the singing, today's essay will be more perfect!"

"Miss Ningxiang, are we lucky enough to listen to your singing?"

Many scholars of the Holy Academy echoed, they did not understand the meaning of the Holy Son.

In fact, they also knew one thing secretly, that is, the holy son Li Xiyang once wanted to be the guest of Ningxiang girl, but was rejected.

The reason is that Li Xiyang praised her article but did not impress her.

Ningxiang looked at the smiling Li Xiyang, and said, "The little girl failed to make a satisfactory word..."

"That's a pity, I have a song, you can try singing it." Li Xiyang said with a smile.

As if he had been prepared for a long time, he took out a small piece of golden paper from his sleeve robe and asked the bachelor of the Holy Academy to pass it over.

This scene.

Attracting the attention of countless literati and scholars, everyone did not expect that the literary meeting had just begun, and the Holy Son of the Holy Court would end immediately.

It's really a good show. Don't be afraid of early.

Miss Ningxiang saluted and said, "Thank you, Shengzi Li, for your words."

"just sing!"

The corners of Li Xiyangpi's mouth turned up, and he didn't smile. A coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he said in his heart, "If you can't get it, it will be ruined!"

The literati and scholars inside and outside Yueyang Tower, officials and scholars, and all the masters all looked at Miss Ningxiang.

greatly awaited!

'Then Li Xiyang is not a good person...' Lin Yi thought to himself.

Since Miss Ningxiang was saved by his mother, Lin Yi directly stood by Miss Ningxiang.

"Holy son Li Xiyang once wanted to be Ningxiang's guest, but was rejected by Ningxiang. As far as I know, Li Xiyang is a narrow-minded person, afraid that the words given will be false and the humiliation will be true..."

Lin Yunhong's voice sounded next to Lin Yi's ear, saying, "If the emperor has any ideas, he can help Miss Ningxiang. When she was young...she once hugged you in Kunning Palace!"

'Hug me? '

Lin Yi's old face couldn't help but blush, and there was a kind of kindness in his heart for no reason.

It still feels pretty amazing.

"My son, do your best!"

Lin Yi didn't come here today to be low-key, otherwise the Wenhui would be meaningless, all he wanted was influence.

Influence in the minds of scholars and officials in the capital.

at this time.

Miss Ningxiang took Li Xiyang's words and looked at them. With just one glance, her eyebrows were knitted into a ball.

His chest rose and fell, as if suppressing anger.

She suddenly raised her head to look at Li Xiyang who was sitting high on the Yueyang Tower, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she clenched her teeth.

Li Xiyang wondered, "Why hasn't Miss Ningxiang started yet? It's important not to delay everyone's time."

"I'm sorry Li Shengzi, the little girl can't sing this word!"

Miss Ningxiang shook her head and refused, saying, "Li Shengzi's words don't match the little girl's song."

"Why doesn't it fit?"

Li Xiyang said doubtfully, "The words written by the holy son combined with your life experience, a prostitute, with this talent, this word is definitely suitable for you."

Miss Ningxiang did not deny it, she nodded and said, "The little girl is a prostitute, and I have never denied this, but the little girl also knows the word honor and disgrace in her heart. The word Li Shengzi has many misunderstandings for the little girl. I'm sorry, the little girl can't sing!"

"If this word is sung, there must be talent to go around the building, and it will benefit all the literati and scholars present. Miss Ningxiang is not willing to make such a sacrifice?"

Li Xiyang was still aggressive, as if he wanted to knock Miss Ningxiang out of the mortal world and step into the mud.

"Li Xiyang really deserves to die!"

There was a hint of anger between Lin Yunhong's brows.

'Since you, Li Xiyang, want to step on it, I'm going to lift it...' Lin Yi stood up at this moment, and said to Lin Yunhong, "Father, my son will come as soon as he goes!"

After speaking, he walked towards Yueyang Tower.

Lin Yunhong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and Teng Wang who was beside him asked in surprise, "Is it possible that the emperor's nephew is also proficient in rhythm?"

...

Lin Yi's figure was not conspicuous in the crowd.

It wasn't until he reached the Yueyang Tower that Lin Yi looked up at the veiled girl Ningxiang, and said, "Miss Ningxiang, I also have a word I want to dedicate to the girl. If you like it, I can play and sing this song." Row!"

Swish!

Swish!

A series of gazes fell on Lin Yi in unison, and a murderous intent flashed across Li Xiyang's eyes.

It's this kid again!

"Little friend Lin Yi..."

Fu Yuheng stood up suddenly, his heart was filled with excitement, as expected he still climbed the mountain.

"Little friend Lin Yi!"

"Lin Yi?"

"Grandfather!"

"Your Highness..."

At this moment, countless figures in the Tengwang Pavilion stood up together, Zhong Zizheng, Li Mo Bai, Zhao Tai, Li Wenbo, Fang Qingxue...

Their eyes fell on Lin Yi one after another.

Similarly, many scholars recognized Lin Yi's identity and shouted, "It's Lin Yi who wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng", Xieyuan Lin Yi!"

Wow!

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and everyone's scalp went numb instantly.

he came!

It turns out that Xie Yuan, who wrote the Eternal Jue Sing article, is this young man who is much prettier than them.

Miss Ningxiang's beautiful eyes flickered, and she lowered her eyes to look at Lin Yi, as if she saw hope in her eyes.

With gentle eyes, she bowed to Lin Yi and said, "Ningxiang thank you for your words, please..."

Seeing the commotion inside and outside Yueyang Tower, Lin Yi didn't expect that he was quite famous, so he smiled lightly and said, "But I'm in a hurry, please borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Miss Ningxiang..."

"it is good!"

Ning Xiang readily agreed, she had naturally heard of Lin Jieyuan's name, and she especially admired the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

Now that Lin Jieyuan gave her a gift, isn't it a kind of luck for her?