Novel: Rich merchants spend huge sums of money to photograph Li Ke's poems, which is extremely arrogant

In heaven and on earth, everyone looked at the little head at the third-floor window, full of anger.

That's right, it's everyone!

One by one, they all looked at Li Ke with gritted teeth, eager to beat him up.

"Gentlemen, the moon is born on the sea, and if the end of the world is next to each other, this poem, whether it is artistic conception or talent, exceeds the dozens of poems in front of it!"

"Aren't you in a hurry to claim it?" If it is claimed, the Enron girl is someone else's family. ”

"Moreover, the money you spent has been spent in vain, and the talented should be able to see whether this poem exceeds the previous ones."

Li Ke's shouts and shouts reverberated continuously in heaven and on earth.

Since the beginning, Li Ke has sold nearly a hundred poems, selling them, and the people who should buy them have also bought them.

People who shouldn't have bought it bought it.

Therefore, everyone has poetry, and there is no need for Li Ke's at all.

Who expected.

Li Ke directly changed a batch of poems to a higher level, and the quality was better than before.

Forcing everyone to work hard to buy, if you don't buy, the money spent in front of you will lose.

If the previous purchase was voluntary, it is now forced.

TAT Nyima, you don't buy it, the spicy chicken poems you bought before are now useless.

The money was spent, so it was better to spend some more.

At least to be able to carry the Enron girl home, it is always not a loss.

Because of this, everyone present keeps buying and buying again.

"Brother, can't we call you brother, can you stop selling, can't afford to buy it?"

Someone can't hold back.

Originally, everyone thought that Li Ke would sell out the poem and it would be over.

It's just a little money.

The ghost knows that Li Ke is like a poetry-making machine, and all kinds of poems about the moon are constantly thrown out.

All a hundred songs, but they haven't stopped yet.

"Yeah, you've sold a hundred, let's have enough."

"Hey, your one is better than the other, you just take out the best, we bid and it's over."

"Yeah, that's not how wool is picked up."

"I really don't have any money, you can do it."

In the face of everyone's pleading, Li Ke sighed helplessly.

"Alas, brothers, don't you like The Enron Girl, today is the day that the Enron Girl leaves the cabinet!"

"As long as you continue to work hard, I am a human being, and there will always be times when I can't write poetry."

"Your current performance, the Enron girls can see it in their eyes!"

"Come on comrades, I really don't have a few poems."

Li Ke kept flickering, but everyone looked loveless.

They have all been fooled by a hundred poems, and a fool has woken up, where will he continue to be fooled.

Even Fang Yi'ai, Cheng Chumo, and Du He all looked at Li Ke with a sluggish face.

This room Xuanling's illegitimate son is also too strong, and he made a hundred poems on the spot, with very different styles.

Li Chengqian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his brother was really unfathomable.

I felt that he was different from childhood.

"Don't say it, it's useless to say anything more, so we don't believe you."

"Yes, that's right, we don't believe you at all, every time we say this, it's a hundred!"

"Ten pieces of money, you have earned a thousand, oh my God, are you not enough!"

"Let us go, you want to be safe girl, can't we let you?"

"Yeah, either you just hurry up and take out the last poem, and we'll grit our teeth again!"

"Otherwise, we all give up, and if we surrender, we won't be able to do it."

The fat sheep below couldn't get in the oil and salt, and they didn't listen to Li Ke at all.

"Alas."

Li Ke was disappointed.

He couldn't understand why the author didn't forcibly demote this group of people at such a critical moment.

Author: Convex (艹皿艹) Labor has dropped a lot!

"Okay, since everyone has sincerely asked for it, then I will take out the treasure at the bottom of the pressure box!"

"This poem, through the ages, is invincible in the world!"

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the blue sky.... May people be long-lasting, thousands of miles together...."

"The last word, I don't know which benevolent brother lost it, this word must be at least a hundred!"

Li Ke said loudly.

The water tune song head has been taken out, is it not enough to kill the whole scene.

"When is the bright moon, I hope that people will be long, this song is also too beautiful."

"I can't believe that an eight-year-old child can make such a poem, it is simply incredible."

"Don't say it well, even adult men can't make so many poems, and the quality is higher than one."

"A hundred consecutive years is not a loss at all, this is a word that can be passed down through the ages."

"Laughing to death, you wronged head, the one who has been passed down through the ages cannot be you."

"If it's just a poem, it's all a hundred poems, and there are so many people, if we buy it, do you really think that this poem was written by us?"

"That's right, I'm buying poetry now just for the sake of The Enron girl."

Those present, or some people saw it very clearly.

If you buy some poetry in private, it seems to be quite useful.

Now so public, this buying poetry is just buying a safe girl.

However, everyone can expect it, after today.

This eight-year-old child must have moved the entire Chang'an City.

Sitting on a hundred poems in a row, many of which are poems with famous sentences throughout the ages, can they not be famous?

"Two hundred, you have been obsessed with the Enron girl for a long time, and I hope it is convenient."

"Two hundred and fifty, don't say it, the Enron girl can only be mine."

"Three hundred!"

"Three hundred and three."

"Three hundred and five."

Because it was the last poem, everyone had hope, and one by one they all fought hard.

This time wins, then the Enron girl belongs to herself.

The outside is full of shouting, and Li Ke inside is smiling and closing his mouth, this wave is to earn a lot of hair.

I didn't expect to be able to earn so much money by memorizing a little ancient poem.

"Are you so prominent that you are not afraid that your father and emperor will go back and beat you up?"

Li Chengqian gathered next to Li Ke and asked in a low voice.

Now that Li Ke is completely famous in this situation, Li Shimin will certainly receive today's news.

"Brother Prince, the third prince's head hit the wall stupidly, oh, I am now Fang Weike."

Li Ke smiled and squinted.

Hearing Li Ke's words, Li Chengqian reacted and asked with a little concern.

"Almost forgot, how did you hit the wall?"

"There's nothing to fight with your father." Li Ke skimmed his lips: "Originally I was going to pretend to be stupid, but the ghost knew that this old thing was eavesdropping next door." ”

"Alas, it's not okay to pretend to be stupid now."

Li Ke was quite helpless, and when Fang Xuanling said it today, he understood why Li Shimin had let himself engage in polo matches.

What is clear is to know that you are not stupid.

"You, hey, I don't know what I'm talking about about you." Li Chengqian looked at Li Ke helplessly.

He had also heard about the situation in the palace, and Li Ke had been fighting with Li Shimin.

"Okay, leave it alone, five hundred!" Deal! This water tune song head, it's yours! ”

Li Ke waved his hand too lazy to talk nonsense with Li Chengqian, and excitedly shouted to the big brother who was shooting the head of the song at a high price of five hundred guan below.

"Big brother, you give money, this poem is what you wrote!"

Coincidentally, the person who took the head of the song was the rich businessman who wore a gold chain before.

The rich merchant looked triumphant, glanced sideways at the whole place, stood up, and said loudly.

I just asked! Who else? ”