Chapter 1216: The Elegant Young Man, the Young and Romantic Jinling
Zhao Hao took the wine cup and looked at Wang Yu'er in the light. He saw that she was gentle, with white hair and a simple dress. She must be very confident in her appearance and temperament, so she dared to be so "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any decoration".
Her confidence was not without reason. She had a plump body and soft bones. She wore lotus silk shoes that were only three inches long and as slender as a crescent moon and as light as floating water. She rarely smiled when she saw people, but her occasional smile and words were enough to make people fall in love with her. Even among the twelve gorgeous golden hairpins, she was still eye-catching and outstanding. No wonder the old ghost Tu Long from the country of lust gave her such a high evaluation.
It is conceivable that when such a fairy like Xiaolongnu said to Mr. Zhao in public that she would offer herself to him, Zhao Hao was so excited that he almost swallowed the wine glass.
But with his current level of cultivation, he was used to showing off in front of others. Master Zhao took the wine offered by Wang Yuer in a casual manner, drank it all in one gulp and said, "We'll talk about other things later. First, I'll give you a song called Genglouzi."
As he spoke, he stood up and chanted aloud:
"The moon is slanting, the stars are sparse. I don't know how long the autumn night is. The sound is slow, the water drops are clear. My eyes are not easy to close. Frosted leaves fall, insects are flying, how can I get drunk with a little wine? The affairs of the world, the hearts of young people. Clearly, every bit is deep!"
Although the autumn night is long, how can a glass of light wine make me drunk? I care about the world, and the love between men and women can only be buried deep in my heart.
He responded tactfully but gracefully to Wang Yuer's offer of sex.
"Great words, great person!" On the pleasure boat, there was a burst of applause. Among those present were Tu Long, Wei Shang, Zhang Jiuyi and other well-known literary giants. They had read Mr. Zhao's works before, but none of them were as shocking as this one, which came to them in person.
"This talent is like the silver water." Zhang Jiu stroked his beard and praised: "I am old, I can't compare with it."
"The most valuable thing is this humanity. You are truly a man of pure beauty and one of a kind in the world!" Wei Shang gave a thumbs up.
"Donor Zhao is not only the fig leaf of the poetry world of my Ming Dynasty, but also the pillar of the ci world of my Ming Dynasty!" Xuelang's eyes were filled with excitement. He wrote this poem on a piece of glass with a flying pen and had it sent to the water platform to be projected for the audience to appreciate.
Wang Yu'er's eyes were full of surprise. She didn't expect that Master Zhao would answer her like this. She no longer pretended to tease him, and bowed deeply, saying, "I am sorry for being rude. I hope you will give me a chance to apologize and take off your boots for you."
"Let's do it another day." Young Master Zhao smiled and waved his hands, wiping his sweat secretly. Fortunately, Xuelang gave him an afternoon to prepare, otherwise how could he think of such suitable words in such a short time?
At this time, the second performer also finished playing and came over the Magpie Bridge. Wang Yuer could no longer continue to walk on the red carpet, so she bowed deeply to Mr. Zhao again and gave him the silk scarf in her hand, and then she left, looking back every few steps.
"Brother, your youthful innocence has captured Miss Yu'er's heart." In this situation, Hua Bozhen, the usually serious director of the cement factory, also restored his true colors as a playboy and said, "If you don't have a mutual affection for each other, won't it make the beauty sad?"
"You should take care of your beauty first." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and put the scarf into his sleeve.
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At this time, the second golden hairpin, Yang Zhenzhen, came to the painting boat. She was a talented woman with both beauty and talent. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also good at music and calligraphy. She was also very accomplished in painting, and her paintings were considered masterpieces.
Zhenzhen is her nickname, and her full name is Yang Qiuji. Therefore, Zhang Jiuyi wrote: "The old family is from Guo State and Qin State, and there are Wu Qiu and Chu Qiu in this world." He highly praised her for her unique talent and beauty.
After Yang Zhenzhen toasted Mr. Zhao, Zhao Hao drank it all in one gulp, looked at her deeply and said, "I'll give Miss Yang a poem of 'Huanxisha Yanghua'."
The willow catkins are gentle and affectionate, and are a token of affection and sorrow for the poets and wanderers throughout the ages. It has a different meaning from the "watery willow catkins" of later generations.
After saying this, Zhao Hao paced in front of the table and chanted in a long voice: "The hundred-foot Zhangtai is flying around, the heavy curtains open the spring sunshine, I pity him for being so wandering, but I can't help him flying. The pale sun rolls under the shadows of the withered flowers, the soft wind blows the jade tower to the west, few people know my heart's worries at the end of the world!"
"Good, this one is also wonderful, a wonderful poem!" A group of celebrities cheered loudly. Facing such a talented poet, they no longer felt jealous. They just felt that it was just as Master Xuelang said, this person was the pillar of the Ming Dynasty poetry world, and changed the weak scene of the poetry world in the Ming Dynasty for 200 years.
"How lucky we are to be able to see it with our own eyes and hear it with our own ears." This was only the second poem, but Tu Long and others showed signs of becoming 'Zhao Chui'.
"After Alliance Leader Wang, Young Master Zhao will definitely be the leader!" Yu Ride said with admiration: "The literary world of our Ming Dynasty is finally going to flourish."
Yang Zhenzhen, a female intellectual, was completely captivated by the song "Yang Hua". She held her hands to her heart and looked at Zhao Hao infatuatedly. She felt that the words of this young man, whom she met for the first time, touched her heart.
"The soft wind blows the jade tower west, and my heart's thoughts at the end of the world... few people know..." Yang Zhenzhen's tears rolled down her delicate cheeks, and she didn't care that her makeup was ruined by tears. She also offered her silk scarf with both hands, and said pitifully: "It's rare to have a... confidant in life... I hope you don't despise my appearance..."
Zhao Hao quickly took the handkerchief and asked someone to help Yang Zhenzhen, who was crying, away.
"Okay, another prisoner." As soon as she left, Hua Bozhen and others sighed and said, "Sir, it's not okay to just kill without filling the captive."
"Go to hell." Zhao Hao ignored these old perverts. Under the spotlight of everyone, his image couldn't collapse.
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The third is Qi Shuangshuang, also known as Lanyu. As her name suggests, she has the fragrance of orchids. After boarding the painted boat, the whole table is intoxicated by the fragrance and forgets worries. Those who see her are astonished as Xiang Fei, the goddess of Luo River. She is truly a beauty of her time!
The old perverts drooled over it: "The beauty is like jade, and the fragrance is like orchid. The Han Palace is the best, and the Qin History is the best!"
She was directly ranked first.
It can be seen that although they all say that they value talented women, when they see a truly beautiful woman, their true colors are revealed.
Zhao Hao was also intoxicated by the aroma. He drank the wine offered by Qi Shuangshuang with a dazed look in his eyes, and then he said slowly: "This song "Qing Ping Yue" is for the young lady."
After saying this, she chanted quietly: "Her hair is disheveled by the wind, yet she comes without a warning. I lean tiredly against the jade railing to watch the moon halo, and speak in a low voice with fragrance close by."
He paused, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt the fragrance fill his stomach, then continued chanting: "The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is separated from my love. From now on, I feel sad about the spring and the separation, and I can only look at the pear blossoms at dusk..."
"Sir, why do you need to be sad about the passing of spring and separation? I will wait for you forever." The female champion said this courageously, stuffed the silk scarf in her hand into his arms, and retreated in panic with a blushing face.
Zhao Hao held the beauty's handkerchief in his hand and sniffed it carefully. He had completely forgotten what day it was...
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The fourth one is Ai Aier, who has a slender and graceful figure, clear and charming. She is proficient in poetry, calligraphy, painting, singing and dancing, flute, cuju, horse riding and Liubo. She is the top Go player in Jinling City and can understand people's thoughts.
Old perverts... Oh no, old celebrities also admire this kind of first-class beauty for entertainment and boredom, and praise it as: "There is only one beauty in the six palaces who can make the country beautiful, and her smile can keep spring."
It was rare for Mr. Zhao to see such a beauty whose appearance, personality and hobbies all met the aesthetic standards of four hundred years later, so he naturally praised her highly. After drinking Ai Ai'er's wine, he gave her a poem:
"The graceful waist is light in the palm of your hand, and it is the most obvious that it is loved by people. Thousands of barriers cannot hide her beauty, and the lush lilies cannot lock up her love.
The red bird in front of the window is about to speak, and the purple girl is about to see the spirit. When the jade hook is first released and the hairpin is first dropped, the first sound that fascinates the soul is this!
"What a great poem!" Seeing that a poem had finally been written, and a rare good poem in many years, Tu Long and the others could not help but clapped their hands and praised: "Mr. Zhao's poems are even better than his lyrics!"
Ai Ai'er thanked him shyly and gave him the robe as a present. Master Zhao couldn't help but whispered, "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can gather everyone to help."
"It seems that my brother likes this girl very much. His previous reservedness is gone." When Ai Ai'er went down happily, Hua Bozhen and others said with a smile: "If you want to listen to 'the most enchanting voice', then you can marry her tonight. If you really like her, we will help you redeem yourself."
"Haha..." Zhao Hao was already drunk, and pointed at the group of guys who were looking for chaos in the world. They were really good brothers, and they were loyal. It was a pity that he no longer had the chance to enjoy it.
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The fifth one, Jiang Yuer, was born with a beautiful figure, smart and charming. Her eyebrows were charming and her intentions were conveyed, and her eyes were full of emotions. She didn't need to speak or move, but only her big eyes that could captivate the souls of all the men on the boat.
Tu Longpin said: "Fengyue should be the master, and I share the same mood with this gentleman."
Master Zhao drank up Jiang Yuer's toast, and under her tender gaze, he said intoxicatedly: "This song "Eye Charm" is for you, young lady."
Then he looked into Jiang Yuer's eyes without blinking and said slowly:
"A little wave makes spring stay, how can it be more suitable for autumn. The makeup is thin, the dignity is gone, only tenderness remains. Why did you leave so quickly? I regret not taking the boat. I clearly remember the path blowing flowers and the high building listening to the rain."
"Good! That's great!" All the famous scholars and poets were at a loss for words. They didn't know how to praise it in different ways, and could only say "Wow".
"The flower path has never been swept for guests, and the door is now open for you." Jiang Yu'er's eyes were full of affection and she returned the handkerchief to Mr. Zhao with a loving look. She conveyed what she wanted to say to Mr. Zhao through her fiery eyes.
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The sixth is Wang Caiji, the Golden Hairpin. She has black hair and bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. She has a delicate figure and fair skin. Her character is as leisurely as a wild crane on the shore, and her expression is as refreshing as a lotus dipped in autumn water.
Wang Shimao praised it: "Fanyu is like the jade of Kunshan, and the bright and beautiful moon is against the moon palace."
After Mr. Zhao finished drinking the toast, he presented the poem "Yulouchun - White Lotus" to me and said:
"The beautiful moon contains autumn shadows, shining on the silver pond with uncertain light. The green clouds are gradually turning into powder, and the jade dew is cool and fragrant.
The wind blows the reeds, the autumn waves are cold, I hold my heart alone and look into the mirror at dawn. When I want to ask about the returning soul, the water is blue, the sky is clear, and the night is long.
Wang Caiji listened and bowed to Zhao Hao solemnly, saying, "I have learned from your teachings. Today, I have obtained this heart of 'clear water, clear sky and eternal night'. I have no regrets in this life."
After saying this, she bowed again and left gracefully, without leaving her robe behind...
Master Zhao couldn't help but reflect secretly that he had gone too far this time.
But this is a good thing, as we are afraid that being too sentimental will tire the beauty.
Young Master Zhao was a little unhappy because the formation was disrupted, not because he didn't receive the Xiangluo handkerchief.
(End of this chapter)