Chapter 59: It’s over and I go away
Xin Zhuo’s handwriting was originally very ugly, but because he and Sun Wu were pen pals for a while, it’s pretty good now and can be understood by everyone regardless of their level of knowledge.
The first poem, since it was Xiao Lihua who suggested writing poems, of course she should give her face, praise the woman, and give her some sense of belonging.
The second song is a bit difficult to choose. The entire "Pipa Play", "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and so on can be filled with satisfaction, but there are too many words and my hands are tired, and some paragraphs are forgotten. Well, the key point is that it is inappropriate. After all, we are here to rob, so the requirements cannot be too high.
It was too simple, and I didn’t feel it was enough to express my own experience of breaking into the city, so I simply deleted some parts and wrote half of the poem.
Then he took three steps back and took another look. He was so disgusted that Wenzhao Gong was indeed not suitable for him.
Countless pairs of eyes in the hall looked over curiously. This young man’s martial arts level was higher than his age should be, and he was handsome. According to normal logic, knowledge should be vulgar and vulgar, and he could not occupy everything. Well, if poetry is also outstanding, what kind of family should cultivate it?
Unfortunately, the white wall had a special angle and was mostly blocked by Xin Zhuo. They could only vaguely see a few words, which made everyone feel itchy.
Besides, there was a sister who was proficient in writing and had already finished copying and hurried upstairs.
After a while, I heard a girl above happily say: "Young Master, the girl invites you!"
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have passed the test. He walked up the stairs and was led by the girl straight to Xiaolihua's room.
As soon as Xin Zhuo left, there was a sound of tables, chairs and benches moving downstairs, and the crowd cheered and surrounded him. Even the girls who were pleasing the customers and selling skin and meat business also crowded up.
“Don’t squeeze, mine, I came first!”
A strong man walked quickly and was the first to approach the white wall, looking around with his eyes wide open. , turned around and asked: "How do you pronounce it?"
He turned out to be illiterate.
Shangguan Fan Qing's master and servants and Jiang Hezhu's young masters also crowded forward. At this time, they heard Jiang Hezhu's young master clapping his folding fan and reciting the first poem:
"The clouds think of the clothes and the flowers think of the face, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and reveals the rich dew.
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If we hadn’t met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moon at Yaotai.”
After reading it, I tried it briefly and wanted to refute it to regain some of the face I had lost inexplicably, but there was really no way to refute it. , couldn't help but say: "Good! Wonderful! Flowers and people are in harmony, and people and flowers complement each other. The whole poem does not mention a single word "beautiful", but it praises the beauty as a fairy. With profound skills and simple and elegant diction, it can be compared with ten schools of government. Master."
"Okay!"
No matter how arrogant the people around him were, they couldn't help but cheer at this moment.
The maid Haitang's eyes widened: "Ah this..."
Shangguan Fan Qing on the side frowned blankly: "How is it? Is there any braised pork poem by the Young Hall Master?"
"This... is better. This young master is very powerful." Haitang, the maid, blushed inexplicably. This poem looked like it was improvised, but there must be a reference. Just now, I was the only woman. The child is closest to him, scared! Could it be that I am a reference?
Jiang Hezhu continued to read the next song:
"The guest of Zhao is wearing a tassel, and the frost of Wu is bright.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
>When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and hid my body and name..."
After reading, the whole hall fell into silence.
The words "Zhao Ke" and "Wu Gou" at the beginning of the poem should refer to a certain person and a certain kind of weapon, which are very unfamiliar, but the following "Kills one person in ten steps, and leaves no trace for thousands of miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name."
The domineering and bold style of these two sentences is simply too heroic and wild. It is too appetizing for warriors and leaves too much room for imagination.
"My confidant! This poem is a portrayal of my life! That young master understands me so well? I miss my Overlord Sword Sun Daliu's heroic life..."
The strong man who takes the first place. When the itch was scratched, I was filled with emotion and looked up to the sky with a sigh.
Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing also sighed slightly.
This poem seems to be unfinished, but it is too top-notch.
"I want to meet that young master and discuss my experience with him..." Someone shouted upstairs.
However, at this time, a louder voice came from upstairs in panic: "Oh no! That young master kidnapped the little pear girl!"
"Uh... …”
The dark crowd downstairs was stunned for a moment. Is this what it means to "take off your clothes and hide your merit and fame when the matter is over"? He robbed the oiran and ran away?
"Boom!"
Xin Zhuo carried the oiran on his shoulders and jumped out of the back window neatly. Following the retreat route given by Murong Xiu, he used his light body skills, bounced and flickered, and ran straight The dark deserted garden behind.
The meeting scene between him and Xiao Lihua was lackluster. The oiran couldn’t be said to be ugly, but he wasn’t very beautiful either. He was the type who looks beautiful with makeup on, but looks normal without makeup, but his eyebrows, eyes, and There is also a kind of ordinary faith in his behavior that makes people feel itchy.
When she saw him, the oiran's eyes lit up and she gave a slight salute: "Young Master..."
“Are you Xiaolihua?”
“It’s from the slave family!”
“It’s you!” It's been a long time since you decided to write some poems. I'm from Fulong Village.
At this time, there was an uproar in Zuixin Tower. Those people must have not expected that they would rob someone. Are you anxious?
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but speed up. There was an alley in front of him. Several flashes came to an end. When he was about to turn, he bumped into someone.
I smelled a familiar fragrance at the tip of my nose. I looked around in surprise and saw Su Miaojin’s slim figure and handsome face. In panic, she stumbled to the ground, her left leg raised and her right leg bent. roll.
Xin Zhuo was in a daze, meeting her? How similar is this scene to that in Fulong Village?
Seeing that Su Miaojin was about to fall, Xin Zhuo freed up his right hand and grabbed her waist.
With his clothes fluttering and his long hair flying, Su Miaojin also saw him clearly and couldn't help being stunned: "䱱..."
"Miss!"
"Canglanglang..."
Only then did the guards and maidservants behind them realize that they were running over, shouting in unison.
Xin Zhuo helped Su Miaojin up by mistake and scratched her palm: "When a girl goes out at night, it is best to walk with the maids and guards. Do you want to be robbed by me again? Haha..."< br>
Bounce and disappear into the night.
"Miss, how are you?"
A group of eighth-level guards finally arrived and were about to catch up.
"No need to chase him! You can't beat him."
Su Miaojin straightened the hair beside her ears, only to feel that the palm of her hand that had been scratched by Xin Zhuo felt sore and numb, and even half of her body I was so numb that I couldn't help but secretly cursed "little thief".
"Who is this young lady? Why are you resisting someone..." Dong Ling, the personal maid, looked at Su Miaojin with lingering fear, fearing that she would be hurt.
Su Miaojin subconsciously looked in the direction of Zuixin Tower: "Go to Zuixin Tower and ask, what happened?" When they arrived at the dog cave in the northwest corner of the city wall, Murong Xiu had been waiting for a long time, holding a sleeping little boy and carrying a bunch of bottles and cans.
"Master, how are you? Have you encountered any trouble or masters in the city?"
"It's okay, no one recognized me, but there are two masters in Zuixin Building, one A young man of inferior seventh grade, a young man who may be of seventh grade or inferior sixth grade..."
Xin Zhuo was referring to Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing. He naturally saw that the two of them were the most energetic, and thought for a while, "By the way, there is also a little girl. I asked her for directions and followed me. She has a small nose and small eyes. , there is a mole on the corner of the mouth, which is very annoying.”
“There is a mole on the corner of the mouth?” Murong Xiu was stunned. "Single eyelids, as tall as me, and loves to wear brocade yellow peach blossom skirts..."
Xin Zhuo nodded: "How do you know? I have the urge to beat her to tears."
< br>Murong Xiu: "..."
(End of this chapter)