With a gentle smile, he was dressed in a white shirt and hung a long sword at his waist, and rode a white horse through Suzaku Street.

Although the sky was gloomy and rainy, Yan Kuan's heart was full of pride.

Along the way, from time to time, there were poor people who saluted Yan Kuan. Yan Kuan smiled one by one in response. From time to time, he also ordered his subordinates to scatter some scattered silver taels. The poor people were even more energetic, and the voice of "Yan Gongzi's kindness" sounded from time to time.

In the past two days, for some reason, there has been a sudden explosion of the number of poor people who speak generously and kindly.

On the other hand, since a month ago, under the planning of Keqing Xian Yu, he secretly instructed the musical instrument guild to hack the Lin family workshop, and the Lin family workshop has always been a good place.

It is said that Lin Muping has put up a sign for sale in Yoshiya. Yan Kuan also ordered people to block the news first and lower the price.

According to Xian Yu's estimate, as long as he stayed up for a few more days, arranged a villain to come to the door, and saved the scene by himself, Lin Yuan had to surrender.

Thinking of Lin Yuan's cloud-inserting twin peaks and life-threatening long legs, Yan Kuan's throat was a little dry.

There is even a happy event, the arrogant eldest lady of the Bo family, Bo Ruilan, finally relented under her own silver bullet offensive and agreed to have dinner together in Qingyue Building tonight.

It's really a small step forward, a big step forward.

Although the Sunny Moon Tower is only three floors, it is much taller than the surrounding houses.

Yan Kuan walked up to the third floor and entered the private room, the spring breeze blew from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yan Kuan's white clothes fluttered, and his heart was open. I just want to sing loudly.

At this time, Keqing Xian Yu, who was dressed in a blue shirt, quietly followed, and his usually gloomy face was actually filled with joy. He took out a piece of paper and whispered with a smile:

"Congratulations, young master, you have gained a lot in the Bowen Guild today. ”

The "Bowen Guild" is a rather strange organization in Luoyang City. Its predecessor was some ghostwriters who had a hard time in Luoyang City, and made a living by selling their poetry and articles.

A group of rich young masters who have no literary talents, but need to pretend to be B in front of their parents, teachers, and girlfriends, have become a regular source of customers for this organization.

The buyer does not want to be exposed, so the seller naturally acts in secrecy.

Gradually, this Bowen Guild, which was only known in certain circles, was formed. On the one hand, the head of the guild signed a confidentiality and text resale agreement with the ghostwriters.

As long as the text is paid by the guild, the ghostwriter is no longer allowed to use, write, or read these poems and articles for the rest of his life.

According to the quality of the article, the blog will be sold at a price indicating the grade.

A small industrial chain was thus formed.

In this small industrial chain, scholar Jia Shizhen is one of the lowest members.

Jia Shizhen is alone, one person eats enough for the whole family and is not hungry, and he calls himself 'three good scholars', which means lustful, good wine, and good poetry.

He often gets drunk in the green building, and then in the smoke, the poetry erupts with a certain oldest shooting sport of mankind.

Then you can use the poems you write to sell them to the Bowen Guild for money to buy drunk.

It's a pity that the first two "good" are too expensive, and Jia Shizhen has fallen into a state of hard karma recently, and he can't even hit the target with shooting sports.

Late that night, Jia Shizhen was drunk and hazy and was driven out of the Washe by the old friend Huang Ying'er, and walked crookedly in the alley. Suddenly, Jia Shizhen fell to the ground and fainted. In the middle of my dream, a voice seemed to be reciting a poem over and over again.

After more than half an hour, Jia Shizhen turned over and sat up and touched the back of his sore head. Hurriedly took out a pen and paper from his arms, and lay down on the dirty and damp ground in the alley to write.

In an instant, a seven-character poem jumped on the page. Jia Shizhen held the white paper that had been dyed yellow with trembling hands, and cried and laughed:

"I can't imagine that Jia can get this masterpiece in my dream, and it is not in vain that I have studied hard for 20 years. ”

"This poem is enough to be passed down through the ages, no, I want to keep it as a family heirloom. ”

Saying that, Jia Shizhen solemnly put away the paper, and ran briskly back to the dilapidated house in the shack area under the city wall.

Lying on a broken bed with only half a thin quilt, Jia Shizhen tossed and turned, taking out poems from time to time and chanting them repeatedly, with a low and excited laugh coming out of his mouth.

Gradually, Jia Shizhen's thoughts have changed from heirloom to how much money this poem can sell:

"I don't even have a son, who should I pass it on? ”

"The Bowen Guild is too dark, and this poem is a pearl. Why don't I find a buyer myself?"

Jia Shizhen has been excited about this idea for a long time, and her brain has made up countless scenes of fame and wealth. But after a while, Jia Shizhen calmed down again:

"If it's ordinary poetry, forget it. This kind of peerless work, I sell it myself, and I am asking for my own death. The buyer will definitely kill me for the sake of secrecy. There is no proof of death. ”

"It seems that it can only be sold to the Bowen Guild. I hope Joe's black hand doesn't press too hard. ”

Jia Shizhen couldn't sleep all night, and finally fell asleep when the rooster crowed at dawn.

By the time Jia Shizhen suddenly woke up from the dream of being named on the gold list and becoming famous, the sun had already shone through the hole in the west to the head of the bed.

Jia Shizhen got up with a bone, quickly reached out and took out the paper from his arms, lowered his head and read it again, then he was relieved, patted his chest and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not a dream. My masterpiece is still there. ”

"It's a pity, after today, the author of this poem that will surely be famous through the ages will not be me. ”

Jia Shizhen shed tears of regret, but quickly turned over and fell to the ground, and hurried to the location of the Bowen Guild.

Along the way, Jia Shizhen deeply felt the meaning of the idiom that good things are more grinding.

After a while, the road ahead was blocked, and there was only a detour;

After a while, a tall and mighty chengguan regarded himself as a homeless person and checked for a while;

After a while, two groups of fighting hooligans dragged themselves in, entangled them for a long time, and wrongfully took several kicks.

"Doesn't it mean that Luoyang is the capital of etiquette and civilization? Why has the law and order become so bad?"

When Jia Shizhen finally walked out of the door of the Bowen Guild with 48 heavy gold coins with satisfaction, he felt that his experience today was enough to shoot a "Luoyi".

At this moment, a blue-shirted scribe hurriedly passed by Jia Shizhen and walked into the Bowen Guild.

Jia Shizhen spat disdainfully: "Sven scum, deceive the world and steal fame." One day, Lao Tzu will write ten more poems and eight poems that have been passed down through the ages, and sell them until you go bankrupt. ”

The ambition of our ghostwriters is so willful and lofty.

Xian Yu is also very proud today. As a guest of the Yan family, Xian Yu stepped back from the power struggle of the previous generation early and invested himself in Yan Kuan, the eldest son of the Yan family.

After a lot of contact with Yan Kuan, Xian Yu saw very clearly that this eldest son of the Yan family looked gentle and elegant on the surface, with a gentlemanly demeanor, but in fact it was an embroidered pillow, which was useless.

In terms of martial arts, his talent is ordinary, relying on pills to reach the peak of the elite level, and it is far from possible to break through to the heroic level;

In terms of literature, the poems and songs can't be taken out, and they can only rely on the input of the Bowen Guild to support the scene;

In business, this lord doesn't look down on businessmen at all, and never takes money seriously;

In politics, this eldest prince has spent all his thoughts on running horses and cocks, fighting for wind and jealousy, and he can't fight those treacherous old guys at all;

For such a mediocre lord, Xian Yu felt that it was really ...... That's great.

If the lord is too capable and too strong, then the strategist is of no use, just passively executing and detailing.

In fact, every strategist has the heart of a lord, but he does not have the courage, strength or pattern of a lord.

Being able to manipulate a mediocre lord and achieve a career is the greatest dream of a strategist.

Xian Yu has a dream. If Xian Yu doesn't have a dream, it's no different from a salted fish.

The first thing to do, of course, is to make Yan Kuan obey his words, and the way to achieve it is naturally to do what he likes.

Yan Kuan has a mixed diploma in the business school, and with the identity of the son of the Yan family, he has a good skin. In addition, after Xian Yu's careful planning, he has created a name for both civil and military affairs, and he has really won many Huaichun girls to give them a hug.

But Yan Kuan liked the new and hated the old, and his eyes kept staring at Bo Ruilan and Lin Yuan.

Although one of these two people has a bad temper, she is the eldest daughter of a noble family, and her status is noble, and she has a special sense of accomplishment when she conquers them.

Lin Yuan is good at dancing with long sleeves on the surface, but in fact, she is clean and self-conscious in her heart. For Yan Kuan, it is also a good trophy.

What you can't get is the best. Yan Kuan's recent attention has been focused on these two people.

Lin Yuan is not a problem for Xian Yu, and instigated Yan Kuan to launch a musical instrument guild and force the Lin family workshop, and then there will be another hero to save the beauty, which can be easily done.

Bo Ruilan is quite difficult to get. On the one hand, she is a noble family, and any small temptations and tricks will not come in handy, and using conspiracy will only backfire.

On the other hand, Bo Ruilan is not an ordinary vase girl, her own martial arts have broken through the heroic level, her literary literacy is also very high, and she can write some poems by herself, so she can be regarded as a talented woman in the business school.

Yan Kuan did not dominate among the suitors of a strengthened group in Bo Ruilan.

Needless to say, martial arts. In terms of poetry, it all relied on Xian Yu to spend a lot of money to buy first- and second-class works in the Bowen Guild, and he was familiar with the teachings. This was barely listed between the official boyfriend and the spare tire.

Some time ago, Xian Yu taught that Yan Kuan temporarily reined in and painstakingly hoarded a batch of high-quality works. finally made a big splash at the New Year poetry party and won the opportunity to have dinner alone with Bo Ruilan.

But Xian Yu's hoarded works were also squandered by Aixian's words. Although a batch was urgently purchased in the Bowen Guild, the quality was average.

This dinner opportunity is rare, Xian Yu cherishes it very much, and takes advantage of the last opportunity to rush to the Bowen Guild to try his luck again. Unexpectedly, the guild seller Qiao Heishou suddenly took out a masterpiece.

Although the 5,000 gold coins were a bit painful, Xian Yu was still very satisfied. With this poem, Yan Kuan has a chance of winning Bo Ruilan on the spot tonight.

If you hug the beauty, you can return to it. Xian Yu, who has made great contributions, naturally has made great contributions. With the strong strength of the Bo family as the backing, Yan Kuan's chances of succeeding to the head of the Yan clan have also increased greatly.

At this moment, Xian Yu felt that the sun was so beautiful and the air was so fresh.