At the foot of Xiaocang Mountain, there is a sea of ​​flowers and lights, and the water vapor is dense. In the hibiscus pond, the lights and shadows are dazzling, and the neon lights are rippling.

With the accompaniment of the music band, Mr. Zhao's freshly-made masterpieces appeared one after another on the water stage curtain, complementing the fairy-like portraits of the ladies.

The audience was completely immersed in this incomparable heavenly enjoyment, and completely forgot what day it was. They all felt that this scene should only exist in heaven, and how often can you see it in the world?

At this time, the seventh golden hairpin, Jiang Wenxian, came to the painted boat.

Her real name is Yulan, and Wenxian is her nickname, which shows that she is also a literary girl. She is the one that Hua Bozhen spent a lot of money to promote.

The poets on the boat all knew that the beautiful girl had a boyfriend, but they also had to consider Hua Bozhen's feelings, so they couldn't be too explicit in their verdict, so they wrote: "The text is originally beyond the vulgar, and the immortal book is close to the name."

Master Zhao politely accepted the wine offered by Jiang Wenxian. Seeing that she was staring at Hua Bozhen, who was old enough to be her uncle, he knew that this was another tragic love story.

Then he winked at Hua Bozhen and said with a smile: "This poem "Hua Tang Chun" is given to you two."

Then, Hua Bozhen and Jiang Wenxian listened to him chanting:

"One life, one generation, one pair, trying to make each other sad. Longing for each other but not being able to meet, for whom is the spring?

It is easy to beg for water at the Blue Bridge, but it is hard to run to the blue sea for medicine. If you allow me to visit you and drink at Oxford, we can forget our poverty..."

The girl Wenxian was indeed touched, and she murmured with tears in her eyes: "A lifetime, a generation, a pair of people, how can we be so enchanted together..."

"Longing for each other but not being able to meet, for whom is the spring?" Looking at her pitiful appearance and listening to this extremely sad little song, Hua Bozhen, who had a heart of stone, became soft as a finger. With red eyes, he sighed deeply, bowed deeply to Zhao Hao and said, "I'm grateful for your advice."

"What did you tell me?" Young Master Zhao turned aside and said with a smile, "Who said that you should just ignore the killing and the filling?"

"Wenxian, if you don't mind, you can come with me to settle down on Xishan Island in the future." Hua Bozhen promised in public with a firm face: "Don't worry, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

Jiang Wenxian burst into tears and nodded, choking with sobs, saying, "I do."

"But the conditions where I live are poor and dusty..." Hua Bozhen suddenly remembered that he lived next to a cement factory.

"If you allow me to visit you and have a drink in Oxford, we will forget our poverty when we are together." Jiang Wenxian replied with the last two lines of the short song given by Zhao Hao, which immediately drew applause from the whole room.

Finally, the newlyweds bowed deeply to Zhao Hao and were about to leave together, but were stopped by Xuelang. No matter what happens in the future, none of the Twelve Beauties can be missing tonight. Hua Bozhen then reluctantly watched Jiang Wenxian return to the water platform.

Oh, another piece of scented handkerchief is missing.

~~

The next person to cross the Magpie Bridge was the eighth person with the golden hairpin, Zhang Nuer.

Her face was radiant and her hair cascaded down to the ground, making her look like a fairy concubine.

The old man said: "She really came from the Queen Mother's class, and was banished to the human world to appreciate the fragrant orchids."

Young Master Zhao quickly racked his brains to find a few words in the book, determined to earn the scented handkerchief.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Nuer toasted Zhao Hao and bowed, then looked straight at Xuelang and said quietly, "Please write a poem for me, so that Langlang can change his mind."

"Langlang?" Zhao Hao got goosebumps all over his body, and everyone started to make a noise.

"Master Xuelang, you still say you are innocent?" Everyone teased, "Zhang Xiao'e, don't be afraid, we will take care of it for you."

Only then did Zhao Hao realize that Zhang Nuer was actually Zhang Xiao'e. "Nuer", like Wenxian, was their courtesy name, or flower name.

Master Xuelang has never been shy. He blinked his black and white eyes and said, "Zhang, didn't I tell you very clearly that night? I am leaving Daming now. We will never meet again in the future, so please don't miss me."

Everyone cursed in their hearts: Bah, the scumbag is still so self-righteous.

"But I can't forget you..." Zhang Nu'er stretched out her hand and grabbed his sleeve and said, "How can a wonderful person like you go to a wild place overseas? Nanjing is the only place suitable for you. At worst, I can support you."

"Donor Zhao..." Xuelang looked at Zhao Hao for help.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but sneer. As for the guy who shot himself in the foot, he could only say that he did it well.

"I was planning to leave for Jeju Island tomorrow..." Xuelang said again. The implication was that if you didn't help me settle it, I wouldn't go.

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand behind his back. Five years. Xuelang nodded without hesitation, obviously frightened by this slave.

Mr. Zhao smiled and said to Zhang Nuer, "Then I will give this love poem to you two."

Then everyone heard him chanting in a clear voice: "I went into the mountains to visit an enlightened monk and asked him to teach me about logic. But I miss you so much that my mind wanders to you. I was worried that my love would damage my monastic life, but I was afraid of leaving you in the mountains. How can I have both in this world? I will not let down the Tathagata and I will not let you down."

"How can I have the best of both worlds, not disappointing the Tathagata and not disappointing you?" Xuelang clasped his hands together as if struck by lightning, and said with a holy look on his face, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your warning. I have indeed deceived myself."

"The same is true for poetry. You should concentrate on Buddhism in the future and not always indulge in trivial ways." Young Master Zhao taught him solemnly, then looked at Zhang Nu'er and said, "Miss, please go back. He will eventually take another path."

"Yes, sir..." Zhang Nuer thanked Zhao Hao, suddenly stepped forward to hug Xuelang, left a vermilion lip print on his shiny forehead, and then left in tears.

~~

Amidst the sighs, the ninth golden hairpin, Chen Yuying, crossed the Magpie Bridge. This woman understood the meaning of literature and played the bamboo flute to perfection. She was born delicate, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. Her eyebrows were like smoke and her eyes were melancholy, which showed her sentimental temperament.

Tu Longpin said: "Fragrant and beautiful, spring remains in color, elegant and melodious, jade flies in the air."

Mr. Zhao was unconsciously aroused to protect her. He drank the wine she offered him and asked Chen Yuying to sit down and listen to him recite a poem "Huanxisha".

"The lingering snow glitters on the cold painting screen, plum blossoms fall and the flute plays at three o'clock in the morning, and the moon is dim and bright in the place where no one is. I am a melancholy traveler in the world, I know why you are shedding tears, and I recall my life in your heartbreaking voice."

"Good! This song 'I am a Melancholy Traveler in the World' can be said to be the best of today!" Xuelang immediately applauded loudly, without seeming to reflect on himself.

Everyone followed suit and cheered loudly, thinking that Mr. Zhao's song was comparable to "The Most Unforgettable Thing in the World".

"Mr. Zhao is truly a passionate man." On the water platform, the ladies saw this poem and could not help but compete secretly. If they could win this immortal-like young man, it would be a thousand times better than competing for a rank.

"Walking in spring, apricot blossoms blow all over my head. Who is the young man on the road who is so romantic? I intend to marry him and spend my life with him. Even if he abandons me mercilessly, I will not be ashamed." Yang Zhenzhen held her cheek and murmured, "When I read this poem "Thinking of the Emperor's Hometown" in the past, I always felt that Wei Duanji was too exaggerated. It turns out that we are just too ignorant and have never met such a person..."

Wang Yuer, Qi Shuangshuang, Jiang Yuer, and Ai Aier all nodded, wondering in their hearts that the silk scarf had already been given away, and they wondered whether Master Zhao would take it from them.

Wang Caiji was regretting why she had pretended to be noble and not to give him the robe. Now it would not be her turn.

Chen Yuying, who received this poem, panted softly. She held her heart with her hands, offered her fragrant handkerchief with tears in her eyes, and gave her a flute with a faint red lip print. She pleaded pitifully, "Mr. Zhao, you must come, otherwise I, Yuying, will fall sick with lovesickness."

"Okay..." Mr. Zhao was about to agree when his heart softened. Fortunately, the iron curtain of Lianli Company emerged in time, which made him stop and say, "Over time, there will be a chance."

"Then I will wait for good news." Chen Yuying then left timidly and reluctantly.

~~

Next is the tenth one, Jinchai Tuo Shi Niang. The surname Tuo is a surname changed by Mongolian nobles. At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang used a large number of Yuan Dynasty princes and nobles as entertainers. But very few of them could make it in the Jiaofangsi.

The reason is simple, the famous prostitutes were all held up as pearls by the famous scholars. The Ming Dynasty and Mongolia had been at war for two hundred years, and they had no time to be ruthless, so how could they possibly hold up their descendants?

This also shows how beautiful Tuo Shiniang was that she could make the people of the Ming Dynasty put aside their ethnic hatred and put her on the list of the Twelve Beauties.

She was tall, graceful, beautiful, and heroic. She was so elegant and graceful that the scholars who were used to the extravagance of the Southern Dynasties felt refreshed.

Pinyun: "The beauty of the north is as beautiful as a flower, and the twelve jade towers soar into the sky."

This is the type that Young Master Zhao likes... Well, Young Master Zhao is indeed a bit philanthropic.

Tuo Shiniang was also very bold. She changed the toast to a toast and fed Master Zhao the tenth glass of wine in public.

Zhao Hao was also drunk, and he said in an even more unrestrained manner: "I'll dedicate a song of "Dielianhua" to Miss Tuo."

As he spoke, he paced and chanted:

"The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old, she is used to dragging her long skirts, not taking delicate steps. She is charming in the crowd, and the world is like dust. A tree of graceful flowers blooms, but apart from the natural beauty, there is nothing to say. In front of Wu Niang, she praises her dancing skills, but it is a pity that she is always misled by her waist."

Hearing his praise, Tuo Shiniang was so happy that she stuffed her scented handkerchief into his hand.

Young Master Zhao realized that what he held in his hand was not a scented handkerchief, but a silk bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"I just took it off." Tuo Shi Niang leaned close to his ear, threw him a coquettish look and said, "If you don't come, Nu Nu will go find you. You can't escape no matter where you are."

"..." Mr. Zhao sobered up immediately and wanted to return the bellyband and declare in public that he was a henpecked man. But wouldn't that destroy the image he had worked so hard to build?

He then gritted his teeth and sniffed the bellyband that still carried the lingering fragrance of the beauty, and said with a smile: "It's just around the corner."

Tuo Shiniang gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek and then left satisfied.

~~

The eleventh is Zhao Jinyan. She has elegant manners, graceful appearance, natural charm, and a sexy body. She is the kind of woman that men want to swallow up without leaving any trace. However, her poems are clear and melodious, which is better than other beauties and makes people bow down to her. Who says that women with big breasts are brainless?

Lao Se Pei Pin said: "The old moon reflected the Han Palace, today Zhao Feiyan."

Mr. Zhao gave him a poem called "Su Mu Zha" and said:

"Swallows chirp sweetly, flower shadows shatter. Sun passes west through the window, but I still feel sleepy. A thread of love always seems to be drunk. Ninety years of spring, half embraced by a mandarin duck quilt. The cheeks are pale, the eyebrows are green. Even when I sink into the body, I always have tears of love. I can't tell the east wind. The mirror skirt knows that I am haggard."

Perhaps inspired by Tuo Shiniang, the delighted Zhao Jinyan also gave him a kiss, and then even gave him her own small embroidered shoes as a gift, which made everyone in the pleasure boat envious.

Fortunately, there is only one person left, otherwise I don’t know to what extent I would be upgraded.

ps. I finally wrote it, and I feel so drained. This is a plot I conceived last year, but I didn’t expect it to be so difficult. It almost drove me to death…