Qiaoqiao brought the tea over, and Zhao Hao saw that the tea soup was clear and bright, with a color of emerald green and purple, and a faint fragrance of orchid.

After taking a sip, I felt the sweetness and refreshing taste in my mouth. It is indeed worthy of being the famous tribute tea.

He then shook his head and said to Xuelang, "I am most afraid of trouble, so please don't cause me any trouble."

"I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to find me." Xuelang also took a sip of tea, but frowned slightly without being noticed, and put down the teacup. He smiled bitterly at Zhao Hao and said, "To be honest, Mr. Zhao's song "Dielianhua" has been sung by the Qinhuai River. Every night when I go boating on the river, I can hear "The Most Unforgettable in the World" at least a dozen times, and my ears are calloused."

"Uh..." Zhao Hao felt ashamed when he heard this. He didn't expect that Wang Guowei's masterpiece would be turned into a pop song by these guys.

Well, he himself was the culprit.

"But no matter how good the lyrics are, you will get tired of them if you hear them too much." Xuelang said with envy: "Many famous ladies in Qinhuai River have come to me to ask for an invitation to visit Qinhuai River at night."

"Puff..." Zhao Hao almost spit a mouthful of tea on Xuelang's face. "I'm still young and growing..."

"Of course I know that Mr. Zhao doesn't want to be in the spotlight." Xuelang explained hurriedly, "So I helped you to avoid being in the spotlight and didn't reveal your address. Otherwise, your house would be filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Hao's face turned red after coughing, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Qiaoqiao hurriedly patted him on the back, and at the same time glared at the dishonest monk.

"In fact, everyone in Jinling knows that your Zhao family has offended Gao Gong." Xuelang was unaware of this and advised, "Donor Zhao, why do you have to embarrass yourself? You might as well follow me and live in the woods, become a leader in the poetry world, and you can also leave a good reputation for generations to come."

Zhao Hao thought to himself, it’s a good thing you didn’t persuade me to become a monk with you.

After calming down, he coughed lightly and said proudly, "What do outsiders know? Gao Suqing is so arrogant that he will not be tolerated by the officials in the court. I don't think he will be a university scholar for more than a few months!"

To be precise, I can't last three months. But this is obviously not too accurate.

But even with this statement, Xuelang still laughed and said, "Donor Zhao is too optimistic. Although I am a layman, I know that Gao Xinzheng is the imperial tutor that the current emperor respects very much. As long as His Majesty is alive, Gao Xinzheng will not fall."

"That may not be the case." Zhao Hao shook his head firmly and said, "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. I still think that Lord Xu, who has made great contributions to the country and is supported by all officials, is the best choice."

"Vulgar, talking about these petty things is too vulgar." Xuelang suddenly covered his nose and said, "It's a waste of time. I'll say goodbye today."

"That's exactly what I wanted." Zhao Hao hurriedly stood up to see him off.

"I will come again." But Xuelang didn't let him be happy for long.

"You'd better tell me which day." Zhao Hao sent him to the gate of the courtyard.

Xuelang stopped and looked at Zhao Hao expectantly, "Do you want to treat me, benefactor? I can eat the vegetarian food beside the pot..."

"Uh..." Zhao Hao was planning to say, "I'll hide away on the day you come," but Xuelang choked him and he was speechless.

Fortunately, Xuelang suddenly remembered something else, patted his forehead and said, "Look at my poor memory. I actually forgot the important thing!"

Zhao Hao looked at Xuelang inquiringly, not believing that this Monk Jin could have any serious business.

Then Xuelang took out a sandalwood box the size of a book box from under his wide cassock.

Zhao Hao's eyes almost popped out of his head. He couldn't figure out how this guy could hide such a big box under his robes and still move freely.

Xuelang then showed a smug look on his face and said, "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

After saying this, he handed the wooden box to Zhao Hao with both hands and said, "This is a letter written to you by the Qinhuai ladies. I look forward to your reply."

Zhao Hao curiously opened the wooden box, and immediately a strange fragrance filled his nose. He casually swiped through it and found at least 20 to 30 letters.

"How come you, a monk, are so familiar with them?" Zhao Hao asked curiously.

"Isn't this normal?" Xuelang said as if it was a matter of course: "I don't know how many poetry gatherings I attend throughout the year. And if there is no lady to help with the fun, who else would attend the poetry gathering?"

"Uh..." Zhao Hao didn't know how to complain for a moment.

"Besides, many Qinhuai ladies are more talented than men in writing. Even I dare not say they are the best." Xuelang said seriously, "Anyone with real talent and knowledge, I respect them very much."

"Really?" Zhao Hao looked at Xuelang's clear eyes without a trace of impurities, and actually believed what he said.

"Then please trouble Mr. Zhao to write a reply letter. I will come to pick it up in a few days." Xuelang was willing to be the messenger and said goodbye with his hands folded.

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In the west room, Zhao Hao closed the door tightly and neatly arranged the letters in the box one by one, filling up the entire table.

Zhao Hao smiled silently, feeling extremely proud.

Although he had no intention of dealing with those famous Qinhuai prostitutes, the feeling of being sought after was really great.

I guess even in dozens of lifetimes combined, there haven’t been so many girls writing to me, right?

Zhao Hao looked at the unfamiliar names on the envelope, such as Zheng Yanru, Jing Pianpian, Zhu Taiyu, Qi Jingyun... He felt extremely vain, yet also a little regretful.

It's a pity that I was born too early, so I don't have any chance to be with the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai. Otherwise, I could have made an exception or something...

If Monk Xuelang knew that Zhao Hao didn't take these women seriously, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. Anyone who could talk to Xuelang and ask him to deliver a letter was a famous prostitute on the Qinhuai River with both beauty and talent. They were popular stars that all the dignitaries in the world flocked to!

But there is no way, there are only eight famous prostitutes who can be recorded in history and remembered by people hundreds of years later. The rest can only be lost in history, and no one cares about them as they grow old...

By the time Zhao Hao grew up, the famous prostitutes in Qinhuai River had changed several times, so he was certainly not interested in the "popular female historians" anymore.

After satisfying his vanity, Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and swept those envelopes, some elegant and some fresh, into the wastebasket beside the table like dumplings.

An envelope with a light black orchid painted on its cover stubbornly fell outside the wastebasket.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to bend down to pick it up and prepare to throw it into the basket.

As he was waving, he accidentally caught sight of the name on the envelope and stopped involuntarily.

"Ma Xianglan..."

When Zhao Hao read out those three words, the names of the eight women appeared in his mind.

Liu Rushi, Gu Hengbo, Ma Xianglan, Chen Yuanyuan, Kou Baimen, Bian Yujing, Li Xiangjun, Dong Xiaowan!

"There actually is someone of the same age." Zhao Hao smiled faintly.

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