Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 421 No one sleeps tonight, just post the full version if you feel like it!

For many people, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

When the first batch of readers read the climax of today's edition of Qing Yu Nian, they were all immersed in the story and couldn't extricate themselves.

The horror in their eyes and the shock in their hearts cannot be deceived.

Li Xiao looked out of the window. At some point, the light rain had stopped. Only a few drops of rain fell from the eaves from time to time. The corners of his mouth gradually curved, forming an arc. As the arc gradually became larger, hearty laughter came from his mouth. Mouth issued.

Well worth the night!

Li Xiao was filled with emotion in his heart.

How lucky he was to see the update of this chapter in the first place!

The content of this chapter is so complicated, I believe everyone who has read it knows it, no one can think that someone can write a chapter of this quality in an online novel, and all kinds of famous sentences from the ages are condensed into one In the [-]-word chapter, it seems so crowded and so harmonious.

This is a miracle!
That's right!

Li Xiao thinks that this is a miracle!
Only Li Xiang can do this miracle!

If he previously focused on Li Xiang's jokes and engravings, and the Mid-Autumn Festival event that year, then now his focus is on the many poems that appear in these four thousand-character chapters.

Every sentence made him feel like drinking fine wine, Li Xiao's whole body was full of energy and blood, his face was flushed, and there was no trace of sleepiness, he studied every word.

Net texts have always been considered to be the classification of lower Riba people. Based on the daily update intensity of web texts and the manuscript fee model, under the update of [-] words, [-] words, or even tens of thousands of words a day, it is doomed to be different from traditional literary themes. In that way, carefully consider every word.

As long as the plot is ups and downs and exciting, those mistakes in grammar or words are irrelevant to the readers. No one cares about those, what they care about is whether the plot is cool enough!
And is this plot of celebrating more than one year cool enough?

Apparently enough!
Not only is it enough...

In a way, it's the pinnacle!

How high is the literary content of this cool enough plot?

It's as high as two or three floors!

With the appearance of the first batch of follow-up readers, the major reader groups and writers exploded in the middle of the night like a matrix fission, like a huge stone thrown into a lake, ripples spread, and public opinion gradually detonated every battlefield.

This is a miracle in the history of Internet literature!
This is a miracle that no one but Li Xiang can create in the history of online literature!
bedroom.

The charging mobile phone on the bedside table was beeping non-stop.

Murong Yue shoved and shoved Lu Yuanliang and said, "Your phone is ringing, hurry up and check, is there something wrong with the company?"

Lu Yuanliang got up in a daze, he had just fallen asleep.

Furthermore, although during this period of time, their own Dingsheng Entertainment and Li Xiang's Idea Entertainment have been deeply bound, and the pace of cooperation has been much larger than usual, but it is not so big that it will be dragged into the crotch.

After all, Lu Yuanliang's foundation for Dingsheng Entertainment is still very solid, and now it's just that the company has entered the fast lane and entered the high speed.

There should be no problem, right?

With these thoughts in mind, he got up in a daze, and took his mobile phone, only to find that it was not someone from the company who sent him a message, but the reader group he was diving into.

Lu Yuanliang turned his head to look at Zheng Zheng with a concerned face, looked at his daughter-in-law, and said with relief:
"Go to sleep, it's okay, someone in the reader group sent a message, I'll take a look, I'll sleep later!"

With that said, he got up and walked to the living room, drank a cigarette, went to the balcony, took a deep breath, and looked out the window.

Click into the group, and you will find that people in the group are discussing something enthusiastically.

That is-

Today, [-] words have been updated in Qing Yu Nian!
Lu Yuanliang couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and said, "Good guy, thirty thousand words? Li Xiang has finally embraced it!"

But there's no need to be so excited, right?

This is true!

Because Li Xiang's updates have always been well-known in the Internet circle!
Don't say thirty thousand!
He even had a record of writing a short story that day, and Wukong's biography was there naked!

Leaving aside, let’s talk about Qing Yu Nian’s novel. On the first day of its serialization, Li Xiang even updated 20 words!
Therefore, even if it was a [-]-word explosive update, Lu Yuanliang felt that there was no need to be so excited about this matter...

However, when he understood what had happened, he was completely stunned.

Li Xiang repeated the drunken poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival party again?

The key point is that the poems recited by the protagonist celebrating more than one year this time are completely different from the poems Li Xiang recited at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala!
This discovery made Lu Yuanliang log in in a hurry, set sail on the APP, and hurriedly read it.

【"...The wild fire burns endlessly, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates... The random flowers are gradually becoming charming, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoes... Forever and ever, this hatred will last forever."

There was no sign, no gestation, Fan Xian blurted out a passage, and in a short while, there were more than a dozen poems. He stood by the book table, looked at the night outside the palace, and kept chanting the words in his strange brain. For all the famous poems that could be remembered, the eunuchs could barely keep up with his speed.

Everyone was silent and savored carefully.

Facing endless plots and calculations, and under strong pressure, he finally broke out at this time. Under the madness, he only cared about reciting the poems in his mind, not caring whether the eunuch remembered it or not. He didn't care if the others understood or not, those words from his past life, which were so fragrant, echoed constantly in the palace of the Qing Dynasty through his thin lips.

Zhuang Mohan's eyes gradually underwent some wonderful changes.

At the beginning, the courtiers who were just watching the fun finally couldn't help muttering in their hearts. They have never heard any of these poems, but they are indeed wonderful sentences. Could it be... they are all Mr. Fan made?
"It's like snow at night, I can drink a cup without..."

"You don't see..."

"The shadow becomes three people..."

"But to make the master drunk..."

"Whoever abandons me, can't keep the day of yesterday; whoever messes with my heart, today is so worrying...",
The people in the palace no longer cared about the king's crime of disrespect, and gradually sat around Fan Xian, listening to the poems he recited, with shock and disbelief written all over their faces. There are ears, and there are many wizards in the world, but since ancient times, there will definitely not be a scene like today.

I have seen someone who writes poetry, but I have never seen someone who writes poetry like this!

Writing poetry is definitely not moving Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market——

But countless never-ending poems spewed out from Fan Xian's mouth, as if he didn't need to think about it, what's the difference from carrying Chinese cabbages!
Although some of the lines in these poems are strange, it is because the ministers did not know the allusions in that world, but the ministers are still horrified, these poems... the first capital is a masterpiece!

Fan Xian still didn't stop, and the eyes of all the ministers looking at Fan Xian began to become weird at this time, feeling that the young man in front of him was no longer a member of the mortal world, but a descendant of heaven and man. Yu, a sober Wenyuange scholar replaced the three eunuchs with exhausted wrists, and began to copy these fleeting poems. Master Xiao Fan said it before, and he can only say it once.

Fan Xian didn't know the scene around him. He still had his eyes closed and his mind was spinning extremely fast. On the one hand, he was recalling these verses, and on the other hand, he was thinking about his actions for a while. If you have time to think about other things, I'm afraid it will be even more shocking.

He felt that his mouth was a little thirsty, so he stretched out his hand into the air next to him, and the knowledgeable Tai Xueshi was bringing over the wine, carefully putting it in his hand, for fear of disturbing his emotions at this time.

Fan Xian closed his eyes,

take a sip of wine,

"make" a poem,

Three jugs of wine are exhausted,

Three hundred poems come out!

In the vast palace, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows flying, gradually congealing into a picture that only he could see clearly with his eyes closed. It was the poet in the previous life, the old handsome guy and the young handsome guy in the previous life, singing lightly under the bamboo, The bed is bare belly, the breeze is blissful on the avenue in the pavilion, and weeping sadly by the river.

This is everything from the previous life, everything from Fan Xian's previous life, in this sudden way, it suddenly came to the world of Qing Kingdom, hitting the hearts of everyone. Mohan fights.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Zhuang Mohan coldly, but it seemed that he was looking at a world farther away.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky."

"The wave is gone, a romantic person through the ages."

"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was sudden, and the sleep was so deep that the residual wine could not be dissipated."

Eternal romance, how can one person fight against it!
With a crisp sound, Zhuang Mohan's trembling hands finally could no longer hold the wine glass, and the wine glass fell on the bluestone floor, turning into countless pieces.

Quiet, all quiet.

I don't know how long it took before Fan Xian finally stopped this crazy performance, but the people in the Qingguo Palace still couldn't get rid of this emotion for a while. The bachelors and writing eunuchs had already changed several rounds. He came over, sat down on the ground, stroked his sore right hand, and looked at Fan Xian with the eyes of a god.

Fan Xian drank too much, walked up to Zhuang Mohan staggeringly, pointed a finger at his nose, shook, hiccupped and said softly:
"I'm not as good as you for commenting on the scriptures, and writing poetry, you... are not as good as me!"

The hall was still quiet, so although these words were said very lightly, they fell into everyone's ears clearly. Of course, the courtiers at this time believed in these words very much.

They have long admired Mr. Fan's poetic talent, no matter how high the reputation Zhuang Mohan has, but if it is about poetry and prose, those who listen to Fan Xian's "reciting" three hundred ancient famous poems on the spot will not be able to do so in the future. In those days, it was impossible to believe that there would be someone whose poetic talent surpassed Fan Xian's.

Don't even mention plagiarism at this time. Everyone has long believed what Fan Xian said. There are so-called geniuses in the world who can write shocking poems without having to go through certain things. What was it just now? , that is the means that only immortals in the poem can have!

Copy your mb, copy your mb!

Since no one believed that Fan Xian's talent was necessary to copy poems, it was naturally Zhuang Mohan who was lying. At this time, everyone in the hall looked at Zhuang Mohan with disappointment, pity, and contempt, thinking that this generation Everyone, who was famous for half his life, unexpectedly lost his virtue when he was old, and competed with the younger generations for fame.

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian as if he was looking at a monster, his eyes were full of sadness. For some reason, his chest felt tight, he covered his lips with his white sleeve, and spat out blood.

His Majesty looked at Fan Xian with a half-smile on his face and said, "You have such a talent, why don't you show it on weekdays?"

Fan Xian seemed drunk but not drunk, looked back at His Majesty and said: "Poetry is something to cultivate sentiment, not a skill for fighting ruthlessly."

What he said was a bit shameless. Could it be that he was fighting bravely tonight? Fan Xian finally couldn't stop his complaints and smelled of alcohol, and fell down on the imperial steps, squinting at him and his lips trembling slightly. Zhuang Mohan murmured:
"I'm drunk and sleepy, so go, fuck you..."]

"Ouch!"

Lu Yuanliang's lips trembled, and the cigarette in his hand had already burned to the butt of the cigarette.

He hurriedly threw down the cigarette, looked at the burn on his finger, the horror in his heart was far from comparable to the burn on this finger.

It was also this cigarette that brought him back to his senses from celebrating more than a year. For some reason, his whole body trembled. As a serious poetry lover, no one could understand the quality of this chapter better than him.

If it is said that online literature has its pinnacle in the category of alternate history, then who is better than me in the chapter of celebrating more than one year?
And how honored he was to witness this pinnacle?

He suddenly rejoiced that the group owner of the reader group @集团人员.

He was afraid that he would be one minute late, one second late to see the content of this chapter.

That would be a great loss to him!

Thinking of this, he sent out a red envelope of 200 yuan in the group.

The group started grabbing red envelopes in no time, Lu Yuanliang@集主 smiled and said:

"Thank you to the group leader for reminding us, otherwise I will have to wait until tomorrow morning to see it. If there is such a big event in the future, remember to tell us!"

After all, he quit the group chat and continued to look back.

Tonight, doomed to sleepless.

Thirty thousand words are not enough to last one night.

But in China, for 5000 years, the amazing Tang poems, Song lyrics, and Yuan operas will surely make these people ponder till dawn.

Lu Yuanliang suddenly thought of something, and called Wu Zhiyuan.

Although their relationship is not very good, at any rate, they are now matched by Li Xiang, and they are now on the same boat.

The most important thing is that both of them are serious poetry lovers.

Judge others by oneself...

You don't want to wake up tomorrow morning to read the content of this chapter, does Wu Zhiyuan want to?

So he graciously called Wu Zhiyuan, the phone rang a few times, and he dialed immediately.

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone and asked:
"Cyclops, why are you calling me so late? I'm busy right now, so I don't have time!"

When Lu Yuanliang heard this, he laughed back in anger:

"I called you with good intentions, but you have this tone, it's okay, I won't delay you, have you read Li Xiang's updated novel? It's your loss if you don't read it. I especially recommend you to read Chapter as soon as possible 30, Eternal Romance!"

"You still need to tell me! I'm watching now!"

Lu Yuanliang was slightly taken aback.

He is watching now?

Hi!

This bastard, why won't he tell me?
(End of this chapter)