The next morning, after a 24-day long journey, Zhao Hao and his party finally arrived at the long-missed Nanjing Chengjiang Dongmen Wharf.

As the official ship was slowly approaching the shore, Zhao Hao saw colorful flags waving on the dock and at least two to three thousand people gathered there.

"What is this for?" Mr. Zhao asked curiously when he saw this.

"What else can we do? Welcome you?" Zhao Hao laughed and said, "Father is the first number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty to come out of Jinling City, and he was also beaten with a stick in the court. Isn't this too many people to welcome you?"

"When I think about it this way, I still feel that it's a little too little." Fan Datong also shook his head and said, "It takes more than ten thousand people to be worthy of your status as a brother."

"Forget about it. I'm from Xiuning, but I've only been in Nanjing for more than ten years. And I was even banished from the capital." Zhao Shouzheng had a clear understanding of himself. "I can't afford to work so many people to welcome me."

Zhao Hao, who was standing by, suddenly thought of someone when he heard this. Wasn't the number one scholar in the Wanli Dynasty named Jiao also an outsider living in Nanjing?

He seems to be in his twenties, right? And he is the successor of the Taizhou School, so we can't let him go.

Well, I have to find some time to talk to Li Zhi and see how I can seduce him.

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While I was daydreaming, the boat arrived at the dock.

"Fire the firecrackers quickly!" Captain Yu gave an order, and the ninety-nine firecrackers that had been prepared long ago began to crackle.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out, and there were dragon and lion dances, creating a very lively scene.

At the dock, familiar faces came into view.

Uncle Zhao Shouye, who has fully returned to work, and Zhang Dongguan, the magistrate of Jiangning County, as well as Li Jiutian, Old Man Gao, Manager Fang, and the young and old men of Caijia Lane.

As well as the Dean, Doctoral students and students of the Imperial College, representatives of the gentry and wealthy merchants of Nanjing City, and the elders of Jiangning County who came to watch the fun.

Who wouldn’t want to take a look at the grace and demeanor of the world-famous iron-willed champion?

When they saw Zhao Shouzheng getting off the boat, the crowd rushed up, surrounded him, and excitedly reached out to touch the new number one scholar, as it was said that this would help them get a taste of his talent.

Zhao Hao naturally would not join in such a "glorious" moment. He had planned to get off the boat later... until he saw that shiny bald head.

He saw Master Xuelang from the Da Baoen Temple, wearing a snow-white monk's robe and a colorful cassock. He had beautiful eyebrows and skin as white as snow. He was waving at him with a smile on his face at the dock.

Seeing that he had attracted Zhao Hao's attention, Xuelang waved his hand behind him, and immediately two young men from Wuling held up a striking banner:

'All the members of the Red Mansion Poetry Society respectfully welcome Mr. Zhao back home in glory'!

Zhao Hao covered his face in shame, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Jiang Xueying and the other two girls' attention was focused on the two Qinhuai courtesans, Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru, and the dozens of charming Qinhuai ladies behind them.

The three of them were whispering and chattering, but no one knew what they were talking about.

Xuelang waved at Zhao Hao with a smile, but Zhao Hao shook his head. The calm and steady leader of the scientific sect was determined to draw a clear line between himself and this bunch of vagrants.

Seeing that he refused, Xuelang smiled faintly and took out a suona from under his treasured cassock.

Behind him, the men and women from the Red Mansion Poetry Society also took out cymbals, bowls, and chimes, as if to say, "If you don't cooperate, we will play music."

Zhao Hao looked at his father standing beside him, who was enjoying the welcoming ceremony arranged by the folks.

If the suona sounds, what will he have to do?

Master Zhao nodded helplessly and walked slowly down the boat.

Xuelang then ordered his men to put away several powerful musical instruments and instead asked several ladies to play welcoming music with the pipa and guqin to liven up the atmosphere.

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When Master Zhao walked down the deck, the Qinhuai ladies, holding flower baskets, rushed up to him and scatter flower petals.

Amid the melodious music, Zhao Hao was suddenly enveloped by a colorful rain of flowers.

"Mr. Zhao, long time no see!" Xuelang went to meet him, clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "You really made me worry about you and miss you day and night."

"How did you know I would come back today?" Zhao Hao wiped the petals that fell on his face depressedly.

"As Mr. Zhao's number one fan, shouldn't I always be keeping an eye on your whereabouts?" Xuelang widened his eyes, looking as if it was a matter of course.

At this time, Qi Jingyun, the left Lantai of the poetry society, and Zheng Yanru, the right minister, came forward with trays and smiled, and bowed to Zhao Hao.

Master Zhao also nodded politely to the two courtesans.

Then Zheng Yanru brought a pink porcelain wine glass and placed it in front of him.

"Please have a drink to welcome you, young master."

The stunning beauty smiled again and said in a low voice, "I know you can't drink yet, this is sugar water."

"Thank you." Zhao Hao smiled gratefully, then took it with confidence and drank it.

Sure enough, it was sweet without any spicy taste.

After handing the wine glass back to Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun stepped forward with a gorgeous peacock feather and said charmingly:

"I will dust for you, sir."

As she spoke, she used the bird feather to gently brush Zhao Hao's head, body, neck, shoulders and ears.

Unlike the elegant and beautiful Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun has a natural charm that can captivate people without any effort.

But Mr. Zhao remained calm throughout the whole process, and except for feeling a little itchy, he did not have any reaction.

This made Zheng Nayan secretly frustrated, thinking that it seemed that Master Zhao really had no idea...

Is it really true that "I was born before you were born, and you were born when I was old"? Oh, it's really a pity.

After the welcoming ceremony, another female historian came forward, took off Zhao Hao's shoes, and replaced them with a brand new pair of green satin shoes with dark patterns and soft soles, thus completing the full cleaning ceremony.

Xuelang stepped forward and said to Zhao Hao with a sad face:

"Mr. Zhao is not doing his job in the capital and has not written a single poem. It is really heartbreaking. Why are you wasting your talent like this?"

"Well……"

Zhao Hao was about to explain, but Xuelang said to himself: "I know that Mr. Zhao is afraid that others will focus on your beautiful poems and not pay attention to the science you want to promote."

"Yeah." Zhao Hao pointed at Xuelang with his index fingers. Not bad, imagination is the best way.

"But no matter how important science is, art cannot be neglected." Xuelang turned around and said angrily, "Donor Zhao, have you forgotten your mission?"

"What?" Zhao Hao was stunned. Save the Chinese clothing?

"Save the Ming poetry world!" Seeing that he had even forgotten his mission, Xuelang was about to cry. "Donor Zhao, you are the fig leaf of my Ming poetry world!"

"Ah." Zhao Hao opened his mouth and thought to himself how sexy that was. "I've also done two of them."

Although no one knows the song titled for Xiao Zhuzi, at least the song that was sung for the opening of Wei Ji Xian should have spread to Jinling, right?

"A red cloud came up from the sea, shining on the feast on my building. I emptied my cup of green wine and it was gone. Where is the banished immortal in the building?

The tower of the exiled immortal is a hundred feet high, hosting a banquet for all the nobles of Yanjing! The elegant people in the tower are like the guests who have been here for a thousand and one hundred years! "

"It's just this one poem, and it's obviously written for the occasion." Xuelang immediately recited it fluently, and then said with a sad heart: "You'd better go to places like the capital less often in the future, or your talent will fade away, benefactor."

Everyone in the Red Mansion Poetry Society nodded, expressing their agreement with Xuelang.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Hao laughed and refused to admit it. "This is called spreading rumors. The version of this poem you heard is wrong."

"Oh?" Xuelang's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Then please give me the correct version!"

ps. Chapter 4, please give me monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~~