Shen Lang stood up and reached out to pinch Lu Liu's pretty face.

Lu Liu's cheeks suddenly turned crimson, and he covered the pinched place and shouted, "Uncle, what are you doing!" ”

"That's very good, next time I have a problem with reading, I'll ask you again!" Shen Lang said with a smile, "You go to find Old Man Liao Guangjie to come over, I have something to ask him to help." ”

Lu Liu hadn't reacted yet, why did my uncle have a problem with reading and asked her for advice, and immediately heard the second half of the sentence.

"Yes, uncle."

Liao Guangjie soon followed Lu Liu over, since he arranged Shen Lang to this courtyard, except for the general servants, none of the Liao family came.

Anyway, he didn't violate the ancestral teachings, and he saw the things there, so what can be done?

When Liao Guangjie saw Shen Lang, he looked a little embarrassed, mainly because Shen Lang was holding the "Yuan Jing" in his hand.

But now I can only think that I don't see it.

"Ziyu, what are you looking for me?" Liao Guangjie asked.

Shen Lang hugged his fists and said, "Mr. Guangjie, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Liao Guangjie smiled and said, "Brother Ziyu and I don't have to be polite, just say it." ”

Shen Lang said: "I need something to increase my talent." ”

Liao Guangjie was stunned for a moment and said, "What does Ziyu want to do here?" "I didn't mean anything other than curiosity. With Ziyu, your talent should be not lacking in talent. ”

As we all know, composing poetry requires talent, and the amount of talent required for Mingshu poetry can be provided at least by scholars in the bachelor's realm. Although after writing the Heavenly Dao article, the Heavenly Dao will be doubled and returned to the reader through the Heavenly Dao talent, but to knock on the door of the Heavenly Dao, this initial talent is indispensable.

And when he invited the holy judge that day, Shen Lang wrote three works of Mingzhou in one go, and he didn't even stop for half a minute in the middle, and the talent that fell was all used by him to invite the saint without leaving any trace.

Therefore, some people in Confucianism also speculated that Shen Lang's talent and strength were probably an extremely terrifying number. At least not less than a university scholar, maybe even in the realm of sages.

The reason why the strength is limited now is nothing more than the limitation of literary position.

Therefore, now that he heard that Shen Lang wanted to increase his talent, Liao Guangjie felt very curious.

"I'm going to write a poem, but I'm afraid I won't have enough talent, so I need to prepare something." Shen Lang said.

Liao Guangjie trembled, staring at Shen Lang with wide eyes: "But what about it...... Second...... Part 2......"

Shen Lang was a little embarrassed and said, "That...... No. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

Liao Guangjie was a little disappointed, but seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "What's inconvenient, when do you need it?" ”

"The sooner the better."

That night, Liao Guangjie instructed the people of the Liao family to collect treasures, original poems and other items to increase their talents.

And at noon the next day, the news spread throughout the city.

"Mr. Ziyu is going to write poetry again!"

In the restaurant, a middle-aged scribe said excitedly.

His friend sat on the side, shook his head with a smile and said: "Mr. Ziyu has only been two months since his debut, and he has written nine poems, eight in Mingzhou and one in Zhenguo, and even composed a song for King Qin to break the formation in the middle. If there is anything that is least surprising in this city, it is Mr. Ziyu's poem Chengmingzhou. ”

The middle-aged scribe's head was about to fly and said, "This time it's different!" ”

The friend wondered: "What's the difference?" ”

"Have you heard of Mr. Ziyu's three requests for saints?"

The friend nodded and said: "Naturally, I heard that Zhao Hao slandered Mr. Ziyu that day, and Mr. Ziyu angrily asked for the holy judgment, but Gu Sheng was shocked by the poems and texts, and did not descend the holy will in time, so that Mr. Ziyu mistakenly thought that he was not talented enough, so he wrote three songs of Narushu in one go." ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded, "That's right! It is said that after writing it, Mr. Ziyu didn't even take a breath of air, and even the talent rewarded by the Heavenly Dao was used to ask the Holy Judge...... He doesn't like it at all! ”

The friend looked strange and said, "So what? ”

The middle-aged scribe looked left and right, and pretended to be mysterious: "Do you know that there was news from the Liao Mansion yesterday that the whole city has collected artifacts to increase talent. It is said that it is because Mr. Ziyu wants to write a new poem, but he is worried that his talent is not enough to support it! can make Mr. Ziyu worry about the lack of talent, what level of work do you think it will be?! ”

The friend was stunned for a long time, stood up suddenly, and grabbed his hand excitedly: "Is this serious?!" ”

"What Mr. Guangjie said himself, how can it be fake!"

The friend picked up his Confucian robe and strode towards the outside of the restaurant: "Zhang Zichen, you invited you for this meal today, and I will invite you three times another day!" ”

Zhang Zichen was stunned, took out the silver and put it on the table and walked out quickly.

"What are you running for, I'll just please!"

As he spoke, he suddenly found that in the private room upstairs, many scholars ran out with the hem of their Confucian shirts.

He was curious, and stretched out his hand to stop a familiar person: "What are you doing here?" ”

The Confucian student was stopped by someone and was about to get angry, when he saw that it was Zhang Zichen, he immediately stomped his feet and said angrily: "Zhang Zichen, you mistook me!" ”

Zhang Zichen was full of question marks, angry and funny, and said, "Why did you mistaken?" ”

"Do you know that Mr. Ziyu is going to write a new poem?"

Zhang Zichen nodded stunned: "I know." ”

"Then do you know that this poem is at least the work of Zhenguo?!"

"Can you guess...... Don't be busy, what does this have to do with me or not? If you don't make it clear today, I'll go to your house tomorrow and tell your father that you are going to Chunfeng Lou to prostitute yourself! Zhang Zichen said.

"Tomorrow, if you want to go, I won't be at home tomorrow!"

The man watched the person in front of him run farther and farther, and knew in his heart that he probably couldn't catch up. I think that the matter has already spread, but it is really in the past, but I am afraid that it will not be good.

"Since you all know that Mr. Ziyu is going to make a big deal, why don't you understand what the big guy is going to do?" He glanced at Zhang Zichen resentfully.

Zhang Zichen smiled and said: "What's the use of the past now, Mr. Ziyu is not ...... today"

At this point, he was suddenly stunned.

Yes, when will Mr. Ziyu write poems, and will he notify them if he can't?

That's a masterpiece of Zhenguo, just get closer to the poems in the sky, and it can be of great benefit.

These people are not going to Liao's house, but to the inn near Liao's house!

Thinking that his friend ran away just now regardless of turning over, Zhang Zichen was shocked and angry.

"Okay, you straight thief, I told you such important news, but you turned around and ran away without saying a word! I, Zhang Zichen, will break off my friendship with you today! ”

The scholar who was pulled by him next to him, looking at Zhang Zichen's angry appearance, suddenly felt that his depressed mood was much better.

The same scene happened in all corners of the city, and the inns and restaurants around Liao's house were already full in the afternoon. Towards the end of the evening, some people even offered a hundred-fold high price, just to ask for a room.

The shopkeepers of those restaurants laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths, and they all agreed to prepare treasures and good wine to send to Liao's house.

Shen Lang doesn't like to drink, but he also laughs. He can give it to others if he doesn't drink, such as Liao Dongsheng.

Liao Dongsheng squatted at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Shen Lang sitting in the courtyard.

It's not that he doesn't want to go in, it's that he doesn't dare.

When Liao Guangjie ordered the collection of items to increase his talent, he also ordered all the people of the Liao family not to enter this courtyard without permission. If there is a violation, the family law will deal with it.

He knew very well that Shen Lang really wanted to write a Zhenguo or even a shocking work in the Liao family, and the one who would get the most benefit was his Liao family!

Before the poetry was born, whoever dared to disturb Shen Lang's purity would be equivalent to digging up the ancestral grave of his Liao family!

Even in the restaurant outside, the Liao family sent people to say hello, and they were not allowed to make noise at night.

The Liao family is indeed strict and does not do anything to oppress the people, but that is just because he does not do it, it does not mean that he is incapable of doing it.

This truth can still be seen clearly by the restaurant shopkeepers.

In fact, there is no need for the Liao family to order, the guest rooms in the restaurant near here have long been bought out by the nobles of Fucheng, and they will not allow anyone to disturb Shen Lang at this moment.

It's just that I still sent someone to negotiate with the Liao family, hoping to let some of my own scholars enter the Liao family and live in it before Mr. Ziyu became a poem.

Naturally, Shen Lang didn't know about the exchange of interests, he was tasting the wine sent by the restaurant at the moment.

"Brother Shen, you just give me a word, okay or not, I'll go back and explain to my sister." Liao Dongsheng said with a sad face.

Shen Lang sighed helplessly.