Playing bad and eating melons: The whole court is laughing? No, no

Chapter 286 I also think I have this talent

The Painting Master crumpled up the ruined painting in front of him and threw it into the basket, then laid another piece of paper on top of it.

Ye Wuhen waved his hand to wipe the heat off his face, and drank several cups of tea. Only then did the heat in his heart subside a little.

The third prince turned his head back tentatively when he heard no sound, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing on the screen.

The system said: [In this way, Li Hui indulged in alcohol and sex day and night, his health became increasingly poor, and he also neglected a lot of his studies.

Gradually, Li Hui was unable to compose good poems. He also found it increasingly difficult to cope with the questions from the sage of literature.

Hearing this, Wensheng suddenly remembered that there was a time when Li Hui's condition was indeed very bad.

But he remembered that Li Hui quickly recovered and his poetry and scholarship were even better than before.

Upon hearing this, the Painting Saint put down his brush and walked over to Kong Jijiu and whispered something.

Then, the two of them walked out of the pavilion together.

Jiang Yueyang glanced at them instinctively, then looked away and asked: [Xiaogua, according to what you said, Li Hui is no longer able to make it!

But after I came here, I haven't heard anyone say that Wensheng's disciples have become less knowledgeable. Instead, all I heard were praises and admiration.

I know your melons are correct, so he has a gunman? 】

When they heard the word "gunman", everyone except Ye Wuhen was confused.

What does "gunman" mean?

Over there, the Painting Saint and Kong Jijiu quickly understood Jiang Yueyang's thoughts.

Then, he knew what Jiang Yueyang was going to eat.

[That's right.] This time, the system gave a direct affirmative answer. [After Li Hui discovered that his knowledge had declined, he began to fear losing the aura of being a disciple of the Sage of Literature and the respect of others.

So he tried to quit drinking and sex and study hard.

But every night, he always thought of the scene of Miss Ying'er and other brothel girls serving him in bed.

A slender waist that can be held in the hand, sexy buttocks, plump breasts, and those very skillful mouth and hands.

Li Hui likes the feeling of having the beauty pressed against him and sweating profusely, and he also likes the feeling of the beauty moving in and out...]

After hearing the system's words, the heat that had not yet completely subsided in everyone ignited again.

Ye Wuhen touched the tip of his nose. What that little kid said was simply... simply too suggestive.

Kong Jijiu and Huasheng, who had just returned, heard the system's last two sentences and immediately blushed and lowered their heads.

Jiang Yueyang said speechlessly: [Xiaogua, I think you are very suitable for writing online articles, especially the PO type of online articles!

Tsk tsk, you just keep saying dirty words. 】

The system felt no shame at all, and was even proud of it, saying, "I also think I have this talent."

Jiang Yueyang: [……]

Jiang Yueyang urged: [Stop talking nonsense. I want to know what happens next.]

[The sequel is that Li Hui couldn't give up drinking and sex, and every night he would go to the prostitutes in the brothel to have fun and enjoy himself, feeling like he was in heaven.

Unfortunately, he was lucky enough to run into an extremely good "gunman" who walked into the trap himself.

【How to say? 】

System: [Once, when Li Hui was walking on the road, he met a scholar who asked him for advice.

Seeing that the scholar was not only talented in writing poems but also knowledgeable, Li Hui began to have an idea.

He asked the scholar if he wanted to become his disciple and study with him. The scholar, who had always admired his talent, agreed immediately.

Little did he know that Li Hui only wanted to use him to consolidate his own reputation.

Hearing this, Wensheng looked at Huasheng, as if he vaguely guessed why he had suddenly changed the topic.

Jiang Yueyang looked towards the pavilion next door, [So that scholar is his "gunman", but how could a scholar with great learning be willing to be someone's "gunman"?

Aren't all those scholars very proud?

System: [The scholar is naturally unwilling.]

[Then how...]

The people present were painting, writing, drinking tea, enjoying the fresh air... everyone was busy with their own things.

At the same time, they were also busy with the same thing, which was to listen quietly to Jiang Yueyang's thoughts.

They were curious about who the scholar was, why he was willing to be a "gunman", and what the term "gunman" meant?

The system replied: [Initially, Li Hui did not explicitly ask the scholar to be his "gunman", but took the opportunity of guiding the scholar to obtain the scholar's poems from him.

Then, Li Hui polished it up, and the scholar's poem became his work.

Every time Li Hui read the scholar's poems, he would say that he had written a poem similar to his before.

The scholar foolishly believed it, not realizing that someone was secretly plagiarizing his poem.

When these words came out, Wensheng was stunned.

What did he just hear?

His most proud disciple actually stole the achievements of his great-grandson?

Seeing this, the painter who was painting next to him put down his pen, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"You knew it a long time ago, right?" Wensheng asked in a low voice.

The Painting Master shook his head. "I just suspected he was trying to cheat at the poetry gathering. That day, when we were discussing the topic, I felt like someone was eavesdropping outside.

Sure enough, when I returned to my room at night, I found that someone had rummaged through my things.

Perhaps because he felt guilty or because he left in a hurry, the thief accidentally left an item behind.

After saying that, the Painting Saint took out something from his waist and handed it to him.

Wensheng looked at the broken copper coin in his hand, his face instantly became extremely ugly, and the fingertips holding the copper coin gradually turned white.

This copper coin was a gift given to Li Hui by Wensheng when he accepted him as his disciple.

Mr. Zou, Kong Jijiu and others also looked at each other in surprise. They did not expect that the disciple of Wensheng would do such a thing.

The third prince took a sip of tea and thought, "There's something interesting to watch!"

Jiang Yueyang hates plagiarists the most. Why should you steal the work that others have worked so hard to write?

She angrily asked, "And then? That foolish scholar hadn't noticed it, had he?"

[After this happened several times, the scholar became suspicious and went to ask Li Hui.

Li Hui didn't want to do this kind of sneaky thing anymore, so he told the scholar directly and asked him to write for him.

[The scholar must have refused, right?]

Over there, the Painting Saint continued to whisper to the Literature Saint, “When I saw this copper coin, I suspected that the eavesdropper was Li Hui.

So I sent someone to follow him secretly. Then I found out that he would go to brothels and places like brothels to look for girls every night.

But I didn’t know that he plagiarized.”

The system said: [The scholar refused on the spot and threatened to go to the Sage of Literature to make the decision for him.

But Li Hui asked him, do you think the master believes in you or in me, his disciple?

Li Hui also asked him, do you think those poems were written by you or by me?

Li Hui told the scholar to go out and speak, and see who would be the plagiarist in the end.

[Shameless!] Jiang Yueyang slammed the table.