An old man in white clothes with fluttering fairy hair and silver hair inlaid with a crown picked up the white paper and couldn't stop admiring:

"Wonderful! It's the pinnacle, a stroke of genius! ”

"After Li Bai goes, the furnace is cold and the sword is rusty."

"With just one word replaced, the original disease-free moaning cliché instantly became a wonderful artistic conception."

"In terms of polishing words, I might as well too!" He picked up the blank paper and carefully studied the handwriting on it.

"Clear and heavy, full of energy. It is not a regular law, and it has its own style and bones. Good word! What a word! ”

So the old man in Chinese clothes called his entourage and asked:

"Whose son's work is this?"

The little guy knelt down in fear, "Looking back at Lord Shoufu, although the villain doesn't know, he can guess a thing or two." ”

"He didn't report his family, he should be a scholar who strayed here, and he didn't know anything about his background and background."

The silver-haired old man kept moistening two walnuts in his hand, "Really?" I can't take the stage to meet anyone at the moment, so you can invite him in. ”

After getting the order, the little guy walked out of the attic, and after getting off the stage, he looked hurried, as if he was looking for someone.

"It seems that a certain son's writing has been taken across, or is it the eyes of 'that adult'?"

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade dressed as a wealthy merchant thought about his elbows.

"It seems that it is, I don't know what kind of work will be favored." The scholar holding the feather fan said half curiously, half sour.

Who doesn't know, the attic is full of upper-class people in the rebel mansion, once it is on the thighs, it is not a matter of saying that a person will ascend to heaven.

Wen Sheng, who was sitting next to Yu Mingchuan, saw the little guy walking towards them, and suddenly his heart surged, but his face was steady.

put on a "literati style" who sits upright.

Among them, Yu Mingchuan was lying on his side, his feet took off his boots at some point, and only a pair of white socks were left on the grass mat.

His four scholars avoided his behavior and despised him.

He mainly didn't expect the rebel mansion to be so hot, and the white fog around him was floating and the heat was soaring.

There is also a hot spring mouth on the ground, and the humid and stuffy air makes Yu Mingchuan feel like he is in a sauna.

So he thought he was very Wei and Jin style to take off his shoes and sleeves, and tied the back of his neck with a red rope.

The clothes hung loosely.

The fat monk was already sweating profusely and ate the food on the table, and he had no intention of answering the question.

With a very cautious smile, the little girl came to Yu Mingchuan's face.

"My family is invited, I don't know if I can meet you."

Very humble greetings.

It also reflects a kind of respect, whether it is pretended or not, at least Yu Mingchuan feels that this kind of respect makes him comfortable.

"May it follow."

So he also responded with a crepe.

Only the mountain insect who was still gnawing on the chicken legs and fanning the wind remained in place.

"Outlander, this is—is it being fancied?"

The fat monk glanced at the new title again, "Couplet: Draw a lotus monk." ”

He has a big advantage in this question, and he is also a monk.

A person who can call himself a layman must also be a person who thinks he is literate.

So he pondered left and right.

Realizing that his profession did not help solve the problem, he looked around and saw the literati around him frowning and thinking.

I couldn't help but sneer: "A group of embroidered pillows that don't like it." ”

"It's wrong, and it's not good."

Yu Mingchuan's voice floated in the distance.

The fat monk was stunned for a while, "My lord, are you getting better so soon?" ”

"I'm afraid I'll be kicked out." A sneer came from the mocked scholar.

The person who spoke was holding a jade bone feather fan, wearing a heroic riding costume, and he looked like a dog.

Yu Mingchuan's pace was not light or slow, and he walked to his original seat as if he was taking a leisurely walk.

"You speak very pleasantly, next time I will definitely invite your whole family to dinner." He said with a smile to the sneering scholar.

Then he answered the fat monk's question softly.

"Well, his old man wants me to be his son-in-law, but I can't bear it. So they rejected his kindness. ”

"But I should be given a half-official position, and I am the young eunuch of Si Tianjian."

Speaking of this, Yu Mingchuan couldn't help but clench his wine glass.

The top of the rebel army turned out to be the first assistant of the current dynasty who planned the fortunes of the country, which he did not expect.

But then again, he originally wanted the fat monk to be the national teacher to educate the people.

But by mistake, he himself joined Si Tianjian.

……

Fifteen minutes ago.

An old man who looked like a Taoist priest asked Yu Mingchuan cordially.

"What is Childe's surname? Could it be a source? ”

He took over the topic very naturally and replied:

"The younger generation Li Xiache, the word Made, the fellow villagers all call me Mingsan, so they take it as the number. There is no family background, and there are no tourists. ”

The origin of the name came as soon as he opened his mouth, and secretly guessed the identity of the old man in his heart.

The old man in Chinese clothes is more and more satisfied, he talks extraordinary, is talented, and his appearance is also first-class.

There is no heel, neither humble nor arrogant. It's not easy to do things with his feet, but those old parties of the family should not be too deeply involved.

"The old man was the head of the dynasty, Xie Yan, and he once defected to the rebels with the ideal of helping the world."

"You don't have to doubt it too much."

"I love your talent. Do you want to be the old man's son-in-law? The old man has two daughters, both of whom are in the boudoir. ”

！？ When Yu Mingchuan heard this, it was tantamount to thunder on the ground, and after entering this copy for so long, he knew that what he was holding was actually the script of his son-in-law's counterattack.

"The old man's eldest daughter is just over forty, well-read, and has been married, but now she is divorced."

"What do you think?"

…… emmm, what the fuck is this waiting for?

Although he was not interested, he still asked symbolically on his face:

"Presumably, 2,000 gold is also quite virtuous, but I have already taken refuge in my Buddha and cannot be married. But there is no blessing to bear. ”

Xie Yan saw that Yu Mingchuan was half a length and not short, obviously black hair that had just grown for a short time, but he believed his words a little.

So he said regretfully:

"My second daughter is only eleven, but she can't talk about being virtuous, but her temperament is quite quiet and elegant."

Punishment, this is really a punishment.

These days are getting more and more judgmental, isn't it?

……

In the end, under the appreciation of Shousuke, his original official position was promoted.

Indeed, at the beginning of the mission, it was said that their team belonged to the imperial court. However, Yu Mingchuan's previous official position was a small catch, and he thought that the official positions of other teammates should be the same as him.

However, as soon as he thought that this was a copy of team mode, Yu Mingchuan was a little speechless, whether it was multiplayer or team mode.

It's like he's playing a single-player game.

I won't torture myself in the future, so let's choose the single-player mode.

……

The boy in the feather fan costume sat on the seat, his face was blue and white for a while, and he felt that the students around him who were in the same academy were mocking him.

When did he suffer such humiliation!

So he secretly looked at Yu Mingchuan, who was smiling with the fat monk, thinking about finding some hardship for this kid.

"Mountain worm, I'm going to Weicheng, the capital of the country, to enter Beijing as an official. Would you like to come with me? ”

The mountain insect monk hurriedly got up and saluted, and it was the sentence that Yu Mingchuan had just replied to repeatedly:

"May it follow."

"I would like to be a scholar with a lantern next to my husband when he reads, and an old servant in the courtyard when he is idle."

Yu Mingchuan smiled kindly and helped him up, and then said, "Okay~"

As soon as the mountain insect monk got up, he saw the white paper on Yu Mingchuan's case inscribed:

"I'm going to the capital of the country to establish a state religion and accept a demon monk as a scholar."

The pen and ink are horizontal, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances.