I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 4

Following the praise of the two semi-sages, this unremarkable article in the sea of ​​books is like a bright new star, slowly rising.

Many literati began to notice this article.

Of course, controversy is indispensable, but there are also many people who are amazing.

Regardless, the story continues.

[The next day, Li He put on Juzi's signature white clothes, rode a donkey, and set foot on the official road west to Chang'an. 】

[Li He, who stepped into Chang'an for the first time, stared at this majestic city, the wind blowing through the wide and straight streets, it was really like the poet Bai Juyi wrote, hundreds and thousands of houses are like a chess game, and the [-]th street is like a vegetable garden, But none of the lights in the ten thousand houses belonged to him, Li Changji.Li He clenched his hands tightly, making up his mind in his heart that he must take root in this hot land and light his own lamp. 】

Chang Gu, Li He, who has also lived in seclusion, read this article, and when he saw this, he was also filled with emotion.

This is exactly how he felt when he entered Chang'an at the beginning of the year!
The author of this article seems to have the magical ability to pry into people's hearts, even if he is a semi-saint, he can't help but sigh.

[Li He, who came to Chang'an, stayed at the home of his distant cousin Li Pei. Li Pei said that when Bai Juyi visited the dignitaries and celebrities in Chang'an, he presented [-] essays and [-] poems. "End, the spring breeze blows and rebirth" was appreciated. I don't know how many poems and essays my cousin Li He has prepared for his visit to Chang'an this time? 】

[Li He brought up his book case, and let Li Pei read it at will. 】

[Li Pei took out "Thirteen Poems of South Garden" casually, "Why don't you bring a Wu hook and collect the fifty states in Guanshan, please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar with ten thousand households"]

[Then he took out another song, "The sand in the desert is like smoke, the moon in Yanshan is like a hook, why should you be a golden brain, let's go to the clear autumn"]

[Li Pei yelled in his heart, but he patted Li He on the shoulder pretending to be calm, and said, cousin, you are so wow! 】

[It's just that Li He's eyes fell on the ancient sword in the hall at this time, and he thought of his ancestor, the king of Zheng, Li Liangfang, how prominent he was back then. Hair, pick up a pen and write down "The three feet of water in the box of the ancestors, once entered Wutan to kill the dragon..."]

Langya, the drunken layman Ouyang Xiu stroked his beard and laughed loudly. As a fan of Li He, seeing this situation, he naturally felt relieved.

[Half-holy Drunkard Layman has hit the table with admiration! 】

[Daqian 808, the spring is cold, and the Jinshi examination begins. 】

[After more than ten long days of waiting, the list of Jinshi was posted under the east wall of the Gongyuan, and Li He's name was impressively listed. 】

【At this moment, he seemed to feel that his feet were melting, and he was about to take root in the land of Chang'an City. 】

[The spring in Chang’an City belongs to Xinke Scholars. From Wenxi Banquet to Peony Banquet, from apricot orchard exploration to wild goose pagoda inscription, Li He was immersed in joy, wine flags fluttered, singing boards cleared his throat, and Li He wrote "Yongzhou In February, the plum pond is spring, the royal water is warm and white, let me ask the Jiuqi Gebandi, who is the flower lover at present.”]

In the bamboo forest, Wang Wei clapped his hands and laughed, as if he had returned to the scene when he was the number one scholar in high school. The words seemed to have a magical power, evoking memories.

He didn't know which old friend's drama this was, this person knew their personalities very well, and knew some of the secrets of the year very well, coupled with the setting of a lack of talent, it was so reasonable that he felt that this was Li He real life.

Click on the author details.

"Submerged scales?"

You can tell it's a pseudonym.

Wang Wei didn't delve into it either, so he clicked on Follow and continued reading.

[In late April, Li He, who passed the official examination of the Ministry of Officials, was waiting to receive the Spring Pass and become a Jinshi. 】

[That day, the rain was heavy and the rain was about to fall. Li He felt a little depressed. He didn't get the Spring Pass as he wished. He was told again that because he violated his father's taboo, he was disqualified from Jinshi...]

【Li He is wandering on Chang'an Avenue like a walking corpse. The world seems to have lost its color. It is gray and his mind is dead. He is not even angry or shocked. He doesn't even have the strength to argue for himself. All his efforts, All his talents were obliterated by this ridiculous reason. His nearly 20 years of life were completely denied. He was still alive, but he was already dead. 】

【This time, Han Yu, who is far away in Luojing, the eastern capital, can't affect Chang'an officialdom...】

[Li He decided to leave Chang'an, but he didn't tell anyone. The sound of horseshoes was broken, and the frost was heavy. When he walked through the moat, Li He looked back at Chang'an.

[Li He traveled for three years, read thousands of volumes of books, and traveled thousands of miles. He returned to Chang'an again. Under Han Yu's recommendation, he passed the examination of the Ministry of Officials and became a nine-rank Fengli Lang, in charge of offering sacrifices. He does odd jobs, but Feng Lilang's salary is not enough to support himself. He is exhausted physically and mentally, so he decides to return to his hometown Changgu. 】

[Chang'an rainy night, a scholar dreaming of Changgu, the family is full of kindness, I hope I will be hungry, I will work hard, and the lights will shine on the eyes. 】

[Li He's health deteriorated after returning to Changgu, he could smell the breath of death all the time, he could only rely on some ghosts and gods to relieve his pain. 】

[The Milky Way turns and drifts back to the stars at night, the clouds in Yinpu learn the sound of water, the osmanthus flowers in the Yugong Palace have not yet fallen, and the fairy concubine picks incense and hangs down the tassels...]

[How magnificent and romantic, but it is the groan of a soul in agony! 】

[In November 816, Li He died of illness at the age of 27! 】

call……

After reading it, Li He breathed a sigh of relief and lost his mind for a long time.

If there is no talent, this may be the true portrayal of his life.

[Poem ghost Li He is absolutely amazing! 】

Just when everyone thought the article was over, a few more lines popped up below.

[Poetry Buddha Wang Wei: He chooses to lie flat in the second rank of the official residence]

【Want to know the story of the poet Wang Wei in a world without talent? 】

[If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next episode! 】

[Friends who like it remember to pay attention! 】

"???"

Sitting up in shock while dying, Wang Wei stared at the articles on the case wall with wide eyes.

"Did you eat melon and eat yourself?"

"But I don't know why, what's the matter with inexplicable anticipation?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Wei had a thought, and clicked to remind, which is equivalent to Lin Qian's previous life's coin injection. This requires the consumption of one's own talents. Unless the article is really good to a certain extent, no one is willing to waste their talents on it. .

Of course, Wang Wei, who is a semi-saint, is not short of this talent.

[Poetry Buddha Wang Wei has been urged to update! 】

Seeing this message, Wang Wei's face turned blue.

He forgot about the setting of this damn Wen Palace.

Now he's going to die!
"Isn't this author too tasteless?"

"Why is this man so short?"

This is the case with Wang Wei, the Buddha of Poetry, but those ordinary literati immersed in Li He's stories are even more mad with hatred, and they can't wait to see the next biography immediately.

If it wasn't for Lin Qian's last few words, it would be fine. Now that the titles are out, but they can't see the content, naturally they can't get up and down, their appetite is completely whetted, but they can't be satisfied.

Many people clicked into the author's background, wanting to find clues, and directly urged the update offline.

But I found that this was a newcomer, and I still used a pseudonym. In the end, I could only silently click on the follower, then quit, and then felt that I was not good at doing anything for a long time.

　After that, there will be two updates every day, at 12:00 noon and 19:00 pm.
　　Adorable and coquettish, looking for favorites, recommendation tickets, comments, everything! ! !

　　


(End of this chapter)