The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is nice in October, but the winter scenery looks like spring.

On the beginning of winter, Zhao Hao, Qiaoqiao and Ma Xianglan went to Xuelang to climb the pagoda at Da Baoen Temple.

Because they were entering a royal temple and climbing a glazed pagoda, in order to avoid gossip, the two women tied up their hair, put on scarves, and wore men's long gowns. They looked like two handsome scholars.

It seems that it is because when a woman dresses as a man, she no longer has to maintain her feminine modesty.

Along the way, the two tomboys were very excited. They ran from the bow to the stern, pointing at the beautiful scenery along the way and chattering non-stop.

Ma Xianglan was very knowledgeable. She could talk about things like Mochou Misty Rain, the Three Phoenix Mountains, Xingcun Winery, Changgan Hometown... all of which she described vividly, leaving Qiaoqiao dazzled and full of admiration.

Even Zhao Hao was deeply attracted by Ma Xianglan's elegant conversation and beautiful words. Although he pretended to read a book, he kept his ears perked up to eavesdrop.

Ma Xianglan told Qiaoqiao stories, but her eyes were on Zhao Hao. When the boat arrived at Changganli, she smiled and said, "When Li Bai visited Jinling, he wrote the poem Changganxing here. The boy came riding a bamboo horse, and played with green plums around the bed. Living together in Changganli, the two children had no suspicion of each other..."

"I know, I know!" Qiaoqiao clapped her hands and laughed, "Childhood sweethearts, two innocent people."

Having said that, Qiaoqiao glanced at Zhao Hao unconsciously.

Zhao Hao remained calm and pretended not to see anything.

But Ma Xianglan's next sentence almost scared him into the river.

"People today have also written a poem related to this place, but Li Bai is not the only one who can do it well."

"Tell me quickly." Qiaoqiao urged excitedly, "Let me see if I can beat this one."

"It's too long. I'll just tell you the next part." Then Ma Xianglan said faintly, "Can you bear to pay a thousand gold coins for a smile? After all, missing someone is not as good as meeting them. There is no proof of the brocade letter, the southern geese have gone, and the beauty's home is on Changgan Road..."

"Nothing is as good as Li Bai's. Childhood sweethearts are so wonderful." Qiaoqiao, however, looked down on the latter poem.

Ma Xianglan couldn't help but look at Qiaoqiao with envy, and nodded with a smile: "I think so too."

Then, the two looked at Zhao Hao and asked in unison: "What do you think?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Who can compare to the Immortal Poet?"

Qiaoqiao nodded, very happy that Zhao Hao had the same opinion.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Ma Xianglan covered her mouth and laughed. But she stopped at that point and would not tease him any further.

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Chatting and laughing, we arrived at the pier of Da Baoen Temple unknowingly.

Since raising the funds, Xuelang has devoted himself to the project of rebuilding Baoen Temple and has not seen Zhao Hao for a long time.

Xuelang was naturally very happy that Zhao Hao came as promised this time, and he was waiting for him at the dock early.

Looking at the two companions dressed as men beside Zhao Hao, he couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, "Donor Zhao has been outdone."

"The mage is still one step ahead of them." Zhao Hao is a master of bickering who can beat almost all his peers. How could he let Xuelang squeeze him out?

The two looked at each other and laughed, then walked towards the temple gate side by side.

As they walked, Xuelang took out a beautiful booklet from his sleeve, stuffed it into Zhao Hao's hand and said, "How about taking a look?"

Zhao Hao saw that the book was covered with blue silk with orchid patterns printed on it, and embroidered with three elegant and neat characters in Zhao's style: "Chushian Ji".

He curiously opened the title page and saw a line of eye-catching large characters - 'If life could only be as it was when we first met'.

"Due to construction schedule issues, I can't make the golden arhat that I promised to the donor in time, so let's use this collection as a parting gift." Xuelang said quite complacently.

Zhao Hao's eyes almost popped out, and he hurriedly looked through the contents at the back. Sure enough, they were all the poems that came from him.

There are nearly a dozen songs in total, even the latest one, "Green Grass on the Twelfth Floor".

After each masterpiece, there is an appreciation by famous people such as Xuelang. Zhao Hao even saw the names of Wang Shizhen, Hua Cha, Xu Zhongxing and others.

To be honest, without these nearly 100 articles of appreciation, the dozen poems would not have been published in this booklet...

"This, this..." Zhao Hao looked at the booklet, then at Xuelang, feeling at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't be polite, Mr. Zhao. No matter how busy I am, I will never forget the great cause of reviving the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty." Xuelang's eyes sparkled as he boasted, "I asked Alliance Leader Wang for comments before, but he was reluctant to respond. He only wrote back a few days ago with an attachment. Then Grand Tutor Hua and two of the Later Seven Masters also sent their comments. I asked Jinling Bookstore to revise the edition immediately and publish these comments together with your new poem "Dielianhua"."

"Name a price. How much does it cost to buy back all the engravings?" Zhao Hao asked with a wry smile.

"It's too late." Xuelang smiled with a look of success, and spread his hands to the sky and said, "Just yesterday, this "First Encounter Collection" was put on sale in major bookstores in Jinling. Overnight, 5,000 copies were sold out. Last night, the bookstore urgently printed another 10,000 copies. At this moment, they should have been sent to the Suzhou, Songjiang, Hangzhou and Jiaxing areas..."

As if to prove Xuelang's words, Ma Xianglan accidentally dropped a book from her sleeve. It was the "First Encounter Collection" which still exuded the scent of ink.

No wonder she knew the song "Green Grass on the Twelve Floors"...

Seeing that it was too late to reverse the situation, Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh and said, "I wanted to live a low-key life, but who knew I would meet a thief like you..."

"It's good that you have figured it out." Xuelang was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "My Ming poetry world is waiting for you to step up and lead!"

"Just give me the money for publishing the book first." Zhao Hao stretched out his hand to him.

"I was planning to pay for all the expenses." Unexpectedly, Xuelang also stretched out his hand to him and said, "Since Mr. Zhao can't bear it, then pay me three thousand taels for the publishing fee."

"What? You have to pay money to the bookstore to publish a book?" Zhao Hao couldn't believe it.

"Originally, they didn't want it. But they wanted to revise it and expedite it. How could they agree to it without paying more?"

"So who gets the money from the book sales?"

"Of course it's the bookstore." Xuelang said as a matter of course.

"We can't get a share?" Zhao Hao pointed at himself.

"Yes." Xuelang nodded.

"Then what can I get?" Zhao Hao felt it was ridiculous.

"To put it in a vulgar way, it's called fame. To put it in a more elegant way, it's called reputation." Xuelang blinked, slapped his head and said, "Oh, I forgot that Mr. Zhao hates being famous the most."

As he said this, he withdrew his hand and sighed, "I'll have to pay for it myself."

"What do you mean? It seems like I owe you a favor?" Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I must change this bad habit so that people can make money by writing books. Make a lot of money!"

"Alas, Mr. Zhao has become vulgar again." Xuelang sighed and stopped, saying, "Please climb the tower and let the Buddha purify your soul."

Zhao Hao suddenly realized that he had unknowingly arrived under the glazed Pagoda.

Ma Xianglan and Qiaoqiao also admired this glazed pagoda from such a close distance for the first time. The three of them stood under the pagoda and saw that it was more than a hundred feet high and reached the sky. The five-colored glaze formed a crown. The golden pearl shone like the sun and clouds! !

I only feel how insignificant I am, and how prosperous the Ming Dynasty is, and I just want to bow down and worship it...

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